Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Someone Else// Stiles

(If you haven't seen Charlie St. Cloud, there are spoliers below but the movie is from like 2010)

You smiled as you leaned over, kissing your boyfriend quickly.

His name was Logan, he was a senior in a school outside Beacon Hills.

You two have been together for a little over 8 months, hopefully and counting.

You went home, where your best friend Stiles sat on the steps, waiting for you.

"Hey." You smiled, giving him and quick hug before opening the door.

"Hey." He returned the smile, following you inside.

You promised Stiles an extra long movie night tonight since Logan held you up last week.

Logan didn't like Stiles, Stiles didn't like Logan.

Maybe it was because Stiles was your best friend, maybe it was because Logan was your boyfriend, honestly, you had no idea why they hated each other.

Stiles made some popcorn while you picked out a movie.

"Drama or Horror?" You yelled at him in the kitchen.

"Drama." He yelled.

"Romantic or like murder?" You yelled again.

"I could go for some romantic feels tonight." He returned the yell.

He came in with the popcorn, sitting beside you on the couch.

"The Notebook or uh Charlie St. Cloud?" You asked, propping your legs up on his lap.

"I've seen The Notebook too many times, let's try Charlie."

You reached up, switching the light off, grabbing a hand full of popcorn.

"What? She wasn't real? She's dead?" You screamed at the TV, tears falling down your face.

Stiles wiped his face quickly before pulling you into his arms.

"It's okay, it's just a movie." He chuckled, rubbing your back softly.

You wiped your face, chuckling at yourself. It's not your fault, it was sad.

You two watched a couple more movies, when you were crying again.

Stiles swiped the tears away with his thumbs but left his hands there.

Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed you. You started to melt into his lips but the realization hit you.

You pulled away. "Stiles, you can't do that."

You stood up, away from the couch, not looking at him.

"I think you should go."

"Y/n-"

"I think you should go."

He gets up, grabbing his coat before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

*1 week later*

It's been a full week since you and Stiles talked last.

Ever since he kissed you, you haven't gained any courage to talk to him.

Whenever you pass him in the hallway, your eyes avert from his, to the floor. He would just walk past you.

Stiles POV

I went to the lacrosse game and actually did something useful for once.

But it wasn't right because y/n wasn't there.

She was always there, never missed any of my games.

Suddenly, all the lights went out and I was grabbed from behind.

I was shoved down some stairs, stumbling around until I found a light switch.

That's when Gerard came down the steps.

We talked for a few until he decided that talking wasn't enough.

He beat me up a bit.

I got home later that night, My dad standing in the room trying to make conversation.

"Doesn't y/n usually go right over to you after the game?" He asked.

"She wasn't there."

"But y/n is always there."

"Not anymore."

"What happened?"

"She's in love with someone else."

Y/n POV

You were at Logan's when your phone rang.

"Hello?" You asked, answering Sheriff Stilinski's phone call.

"Hey, Stiles is home, just wasn't to let you know that he was okay." He says.

"What? What happened to Stiles?"

"I texted you."

You didn't get any text messages.

You looked over at Logan as he smirked and looked away from you.

"I'll be over there in a minute." You said before hanging up.

You pulled on your coat and grabbed your bag about to walk out of the door when Logan grabbed your arm, making your stop.

He had a death grip. "Why are you always with him?"

"Logan, you're hurting me." You said, looking him in the eyes.

"I'm tired of you always running off with him." He said, gripping your arm tighter.

"Logan, let me go."

"Fine, go, don't come back. I'll just call Jessi, she won't leave me for some nerd."

Your hand collided with his face before you went out to the car.

You speed over to Stiles' house, where you ran up the stairs and into his room.

"Stiles?"

His head snapped up in your direction, making you look over at him.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked, standing up.

He had a bruise on his cheekbone and a busted lip.

"Oh my god Stiles, what happened?"

"What happened to you? Have you been crying?"

"I'm fine."

You two just stared at each other in silence.

"What happened to your arm?" He asked, coming over to examine it.

You looked down, seeing a large bruise already forming, the shape of a hand.

"Oh uh, nothing." You pulled your shirt down to cover it.

"Did Logan do that?" he asked, pushing your shirt up to reveal to bruise. "He grabbed you like that?"

"Yeah," you nodded at him. "We kind of broke up."

"Why?"

"Because I came to see you."

You put your hands on his face, staring into his brown eyes before softly placing your lips on his.

This kiss was different than any you shared with Logan.

It was gentle and passionate.

He pulled back suddenly, muttering an ow.

"I'm sorry." You laughed as you kissed his nose quickly.

He smiled at you, making you smile at him.

"I love you."