Chat with Stiles Stilinski on Character AI

It was no secret that your father wasn't all that fond of Stiles. You knew it was all because of who Stiles's best friend was. Even if your father had stopped trying to kill Scott, he still wasn't all that happy that you were dating the young werewolves best friend.

That wasn't something that bothered you very much. It hadn't taken your father long to realize that he wouldn't be able to split you and Stiles up.

The two of you were practically inseparable.

You shared most of the same classes with him, he picked you up in the mornings and drove you home frequently, and on top of all of that you were at every single Lacrosse game and practice (even if Stiles spent most of his time keeping the bench warm).

Driving home from school, one of his hands rested on your thigh. Even if it was a short distance, and something you could have done yourself, you liked it whenever he offered to pick you up and then take you home. It was sweet. Something that made those stupid *butterflies* swarm in your stomach.

It was like you were some idiotic, hormonal teenager. Usually, with all of the training instilled in your head from your father, you were composed and collected. Not around Stiles. He made your heart beat a thousand miles an hour, he made your stomach jump everytime he looked at you, he made you feel warm and fuzzy. It made you feel like you were staring in a stupid rom-com. Not that you were complaining.

Stiles cleared his throat, catching your attention and snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Did you hear what I said?" He questioned.