A/N: Not sure how much I like this one, but hey, it's a new chapter! I've decided I'm going to try to post a new one every month, at least until I get into more of a groove again. Thanks for being patient with me!

"Did you get my letter?"

Stiles had been at college for almost a month before he received any communication from back home. And that communication came, much to his surprise, in the form of a letter.

Stiles,

We all miss you. I know you said you wanted some time to adjust to college life without hearing from us everyday, which is why none of us have contacted you yet, but I couldn't stand it anymore. We miss you so much.

I don't know if I'm ever even going to send this stupid letter. If you're reading this right now, then I guess that means I finally got up the courage to do it.

The thing is, we all miss you, but that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing this because I miss you, even more than I thought I would. It's driving me crazy, not seeing you every day, not being able to run to your house, not being able to talk to you.

I know you've only been gone for a month, but it feels like so much longer than that. I'm pretty sure we've hung out every week since we were five, so a month feels like an eternity. I know you wanted to do this, and I know it was probably the right choice, but… God, Stiles, I want you to come home, okay?

I wasn't really planning on telling you this, like, ever, but since you left it's just gotten harder and harder to ignore. I love you Stiles, okay? As more than just my best friend. I started to realize it a couple years ago, but I'm pretty sure that I've loved you forever.

If you're totally weirded out by this and never want to talk to me again, I completely understand that. I just needed to tell you.

I miss you.

-Scott

After reading the letter at least three times, just to make sure that it was actually real, Stiles picked up his phone and called Scott.

"Stiles?" Scott said after the first ring, sounding hesitant.

"Scott," Stiles responded, grinning. God, he had missed Scott's voice.

There was silence for a moment, and then Scott asked hesitantly, "Did you… did you get my letter?"

"Why the fuck do you think I called you?" Stiles laughed, trying to keep his tone light while his heart was racing.

"Oh, god," Scott groaned. "You can just… you can just ignore that if you want to, okay? I don't even know why I sent it, and-"

"I love you too," Stiles interrupted.

Silence.

"Everything you said in the letter," Stiles continued, talking mostly to fill the silence, "I feel the same way. I've wanted to tell you for a couple years, but I was positive you didn't feel the same way, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship, so I just tried to ignore it, and I thought that going to college would help me forget about those feelings, but it really really hasn't, and then I got your letter, and I knew that maybe you actually-"

"Stiles," Scott said, and Stiles could tell that he was trying not to laugh. "Stiles, you need to breathe at some point."

Stiles swallowed, smiling into the phone. "Right," he agreed. "So, uh, what now?"

"I don't know," Scott answered honestly. "Maybe we could start by talking more often?"

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, still smiling. "Yeah, that would be good."