No, it didn’t matter that Stiles and Scott were the actual best friends, because the only thing anyone has ever remembered was that it was Scott, Stiles, and I. That’s how it’s always been, and as far as anyone can see, that’s how it’ll always be. 

“Y/N! Hurry up!” Scott shouted from downstairs, “Stiles is here to pick us up!” Scott shouted again. I stomped down the stairs and ran straight past Scott.

“I call shotgun!” I shouted as I opened the passenger door to Stiles’, almost-torn-out Jeep.

“Dude, she gets you everyday.” Stiles looks over at Scott with an ‘are you serious?’ look.

“Shut up and drive.” Scott huffs out. 

We soon arrive at the school that holds too much. From the alpha, to Jackson, to more than anything should encounter in its longing beholding. 

“I have to go talk to Malia.” Stiles says.

“What for?” I ask.

“We’re not on the best term right now.” He says looking ahead at the crowd of teenagers walking among us. The ones that will get to go home and do their homework and not have to worry about any of what we do.

“How so?” I ask him, my question almost getting answered as I remember how he waited for Lydia instead of running to help Malia.

“I’m sure you know why.” He says already looking at me.

“It’s kind of hard for her, you know?” I ask, but don’t wait for him to answer, “You’re her first everything, and you’ve been in love with Lydia since the second grade.” I tell him as I can see the pain in his eyes, “It’s not something you wanna hear, but it’s the truth.” I tell him as I see Malia standing there, I point to her, and I see as his face lights up and darkens again as she walks away.

“Will it ever get better?” He turns around and asks me.

“Only time can tell, my friend.” I say as I shrug my shoulders and nudge him to follow me to class. He sighs, but doesn’t say anything as he just forces a smile and starts walking, trying to regain some sort of conversational subject.

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It had been such a long day. I actually felt like crying. Stiles kept coming to me about his problems with Malia, don’t get me wrong, it’s great that he wants to confide in me but OH MY I was so drained already. I didn’t want to hear about his relationship problems, my brother knew more about them than me. I’ve just never been too open, and here he was spilling his guts out to me and I was of no help. I’m such a horrible friend.

“What do you think I should do?” He asks me. His eyes almost tearing up because of everything that’s been happening.

“Stiles, I honestly don’t know. You know I’m not someone to come to about relationship advice. My longest relationship has been with the pizza I ate.” I look at him sadly for not being of any help.

“I don’t know how, but you just made me happy from a stupid joke. I love you.” He says while laughing at me for my sad humour. 

“I was being serious, but if it helps you then it was a joke.” I say as I fake enthusiasm.

“Guys, hurry up!” Scott yells as he passes us.

“Didn’t he get a motorcycle?” Stiles asks.

“I thought so too.” I tell him as I look at him and then back at Scott as Stiles and I start to walk to him.

“What now?” Stiles asks. There’s has been a bad vibe between them two for a while. I blame Theo.

“The Doctors, Theo might have found something new.” Are you fucking kidding me? Speaking of the Devil. Stiles and I look at each other, it’s no secret that Stiles and I don’t like Theo. We both think he’s sketchy. Why come back? For a pack? I call for bullshit.

“Yay. Theo, our best friend.” Stiles and I say in sync with a monotone voice. We look at each other and smile. Maybe Stiles and I are the actual best friends, and Scott is the third wheel. 

“Hurry up you two.” Scott says annoyed.

“Coming boss.” I salute as I struggle to get in the broken down jeep, “Stiles, when are you getting this thing fixed.”

“Hey! Speak gently, the amazing beauty has feelings too.” He says. I roll my eyes but wish that we don’t get left in the middle of the road, “We don’t get left in the middle of the road, it’s very strong.” He says as he pats it. I wonder for this boy’s sanity.

We get home and Theo is waiting for us in our living room.

“Why are you in here?” I ask him.

“Oh, your mom let me in.” He says with a smile. Mom hasn’t been home since five in the morning.