You dated Derek Hale for three years until you decided to break off. Then you had this on and on relationship with one of the alpha twins, Aiden. In essence they were both ‘bad boys’. Stiles in comparison to them was the polar opposite. He was scrawny, pale, nerdy, and a little bit of a dork, but he was sweet and capable of having the emotional connection that you craved.

Once four o’clock came around you headed out to the restaurant Stiles had told you to meet him at. It was fairly packed as you entered and it only took you a moment to spot him in the crowd of people. Your eyes widened in partial confusion and shock upon seeing him. It was him but It didn’t really look like him at the same time. His hair was flat and his bangs were brushed across his forehead and above all he was wearing a leather jacket.

You walked over slowly making sure this was your Star Wars loving friend and it was. “Stiles?” he turned to you and he flashed his goofy grin. You chuckled, definitely Stiles. He did a once over of your body and you blushed, “you look amazing.

“Thank you, and you look...” you bit back a laugh once seeing his tight black skinny jeans “different.” you finished and you could see his grin falter. “You don’t like it? I thought maybe you would. Derek and Aiden have one and you liked them so I thought that-”

You silenced him with a finger to his lips. “If I wanted to go on a date with Derek or Aiden I would have, but I agreed to go on a date with you. And I like you for you. Plaid shirts and all.”

He looked down at his plain black shirt and that back up to you. “Really?” You laughed giving him a look that said ‘duh’. “Of course. I’d never want you to change. Who would I have Stars Wars marathons with?” He breathed a big sigh of relief and pulled the leather jacket off. 

“Good, it was really getting sweaty in there.” he confessed, pushing his hair up into its usual hairstyle. You rolled your eyes as he straightened out his red plaid shirt that had been tucked underneath the jacket. 

“You’re such a dork.”