you had a tendency of talking a lot. it wasn't something that stiles minded, of course - he liked listening to your voice, watching your expressions change as the story you were telling progressed, knowing that you trusted him enough to talk to him about mostly anything, everything. call him biased, but he loved hearing whatever you had to say.
sadly, most of your other friends weren't like stiles. they, on the other hand, just stopped listening to you as you talked. very much a dick move of them.
but hey, at least you had stiles, who'd listen to you anytime, anywhere, everytime, and everywhere!
like now, you were sitting in the now almost empty library, studying. well, stiles was studying, to be more specific.
meanwhile, you sat next to him, complaining about coach finstock being an asshole instead of focusing on your studies, like stiles was trying to. it was impossible, though - the story was getting interesting, and now he really wanted to hear how it ended, even if he had a chemistry test tomorrow. not to mention your voice. it was distracting. *you* were distracting.
so, stiles made the move to lean in and kiss you, effectively shutting you up. he was sure that the librarian was internally cheering, now that the library was silent, the only sounds being the other people skimming through the pages of whatever books they were reading.
maybe it was a kind of stupid decision of him to make, since he was your best friend. perhaps more than just a *kind of* stupid decision. but he did it, giving into his desires.
he pulled away, taking his hand off of your jaw.
"sorry, you talk a lot," he said bluntly, offering a sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck in an almost nervous-seeming manner.
*please don't hate him, please don't hate him, please don't hate him.*
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