This was originally going to be a One-shot for Arashi Wolf Princess,

but the writing got so long that I decided to make it a two-shot.

Enjoy!

He didn't know when it happened, but when Stiles started to feel something other than bromance for Scott, Stiles had to shake himself a few times. Bromance…not romance! Maybe it was when Scott had held the flare in his hand. Thinking about that made Stiles flinch. He couldn't possibly imagine living without Scott…it'd be too painful. Or maybe it was when Jackson said "Screw you two."…no. Stiles was definitely not going to say Jackson got him thinking about actually screwing Scott.

Anyways, he started thinking about Scott…like that. And now he was having a hard time being around his best-friend-turned-crush. All Scott seemed to talk about lately was Kira; Kira this, Kira that. Stiles doesn't want to hear about Kira. He wants to hear about Scott's dreams (okay true he already knows them…), about Scott's day (okay…true again he already knows (Scott's been with Kira)), and just more random details about Scott. He most definitely doesn't want to hear about how passionate Kira is in bed or how amazing Kira is or, just anything like that!

When it had first happened after Stiles realized his crush on Scott, Stiles's heart ached. Scott hadn't even asked what was wrong. Just laughed and said that he'll find a girl soon enough. Ha…girl. You would think the entire time they were friends that Stiles would've at least subtly told Scott that he was gay. Nope!

Of course, it was also part of his fault that Scott didn't know, because he used Lydia as a beard-crush. Lydia, of course, as smart as she is, had sniffed him out as being gay before he even knew it. That's why she said no in third grade to him. Then when he was a freshman in high school he got drunk and wandered the streets. Lydia had somehow found him and brought him back to her place as her parents were out of town. She had fixed him up and gave him some water. Then Stiles just started rambling…more than usual; saying things like how he's gay and he feels like its wrong and how he wishes he could tell someone. When Lydia had snorted/laughed, Stiles had looked up at her confused.

"Stiles, you're the gayest guy I've ever met. You even beat Danny."

"You knew?" He had gaped at her, dropping his mouth wider when she smirked.

"Of course. Since third grade."

"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" Lydia had shrugged.

"I was waiting for you to trust me to tell me, and don't worry, I'll still be your 'crush'." She had winked and then walked over to the side of the table, touching his arm. "Let's get you to bed. We can talk more in the morning."

Thus, Stiles was an in-closet gay to everyone but Lydia. Well, up until Derek at least. When Derek had happened, Stiles had no clue what to do. So naturally, he went to the only gay guy he knew…Danny, who of course told him. But Derek was as straight as a nail hammered in as perfectly as can be. He had been thanked though for his interest and Derek, Stiles reckoned he might've been werewolf-drunk at the time, had admitted he had tried it with his gay college roommate, but it was a no-go. So, now three people knew he was gay. Not bad so far.

But he'll never tell Scott…ever. Why? Scott has a girlfriend and he's clearly not attracted to guys, clearly.

Groaning, Stiles ruffled his hair and fell back on his bed, not so much that it hurt, but just a little to where his breath was slightly knocked out of him. Flipping over, he brought the blankets up over his shoulder and snuggled closer. The warmth surrounded him and he slowly fell asleep, nodding awake for a little while before just letting his body shut down for the rest it needed.

In the morning, a whisper woke him up, or rather a series or whispers, and all of them were his name. "Stiles…" Someone shook on his arm, "Stiles wake up." The same someone poked him. "Stiles!" The voice was a little louder.

"Go away…'m sleeping." He mumbled into his pillow.

"Kid, you gotta get ready for school, which is in thirty minutes." That got Stiles to sit right up.

"But school is fifteen minutes away!" His father, John Stilinski, held up his hands.

"You're just lucky I had to come back and pick up some files I left. Otherwise I would've gotten another call from school." Stiles put a hand over his face and dragged it downward.

"Thanks dad. You're the best."

"Now get to school!" The Sheriff smiled and left the room, and a few minutes later his police car's engine was heard. As soon as he couldn't hear the car anymore, Stiles flung himself out of bed to get dressed and ready. He ran a quick brush through his hair, with a quick mental reminder to get it cut soon, and then jogged downstairs to the kitchen. Grabbing a hidden candy bar and his backpack, he slid the jeep's keys off of the nearby hook, and walked outside to the old car.

The entire way to the school Stiles was yawning, and when he was almost there, he realized he forgot to take his ADHD medicine this morning. Reaching into his backpack's front pocket, Stiles pulled out a white bottle that he always took with him just in case. He let go of the wheel for a second, he popped it open, taking one. As he was about to close it up, Stiles took a second one. Better safe than sorry. He tossed the bottle into his jeep's compartment, and turned into the schools parking lot.

Parking his jeep, Stiles locked the doors and hurried into the school, making it in time for the five-minute warning bell. He practically ran to his locker to grab his first hour's book, then almost ran all the way to his first hour. When he sat down in his desk, Isaac was giving him a weird look.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing, you just look disheveled today."

"Woke up late." Stiles shrugged, and his answer made Isaac frown.

"I don't think it's just that, but okay." This time it was Isaac who shrugged and looked away, paying attention to the teacher even before the starting bell rang. Stiles let out a soft sigh and slunk down in his seat, fiddling with his pencil.

By seventh hour, Stiles was extremely bored and the medicine from this morning didn't help. It was also the only hour Stiles saw Scott, to which Stiles just gaped at his best friend. Why would Scott skip most of the day (or at least third and fourth hour…and lunch), just to come the last hour? Knowing the teacher doesn't assign seats; Stiles set his stuff down right next to Scott's.
"Hey, what's up?"

"Kirabrokeupwithme." Scott mumbled.

"I don't speak Mumbler." Stiles said, but his worry for Scott heightened.

"Kira broke up with me." Looking at the clock, he saw that there was another two minutes before the bell rang.

"Let's get out of here." Scott looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm serious. Let's go." Stiles stood up, flung his backpack on his shoulder, and grabbed Scott's elbow. All the way to Stiles's jeep, they were quiet. Then on the entire way to Stiles's house, they were quiet. Stiles, though itching to speak, remained silent and didn't even move his hand to put on music, though he couldn't stop his fingers from the occasional tap. Pulling into his driveway, Stiles killed the ignition. Scott followed him inside and all the way up to his room.

When Scott sat on his bed, Stiles pulled up his computer chair. "What happened?" Scott's eyes started to water at the question.

"I don't know."

"What did she say?"

"Just that we couldn't date anymore."

"That's it?"

"No." Scott mournfully said. "She said I was in love with someone else but I have no idea what she's talking about. I love her." Stiles stayed silent for a minute. What could Kira possibly be on about? "She really wants to remain friends but she said she'd understand if it took me a while to talk to her." Scott covered his face with his hands and fell back on Stiles's bed.

"Why don't we do something tonight?"

"Like what?" Sorrowfully, Scott responded.

"How about we just watch a movie and drink some of the horrible whiskey my dad has hidden downstairs?" It must've been a shrugging day, because that's exactly what Scott did. "Alright I'll be right back. Don't do anything." Stiles hurried downstairs, and opened the cabinet he couldn't reach until the past year. He grabbed the Jack Daniel's bottle just in case, along with the whiskey. Before he re-entered his room though, he calmed down his heart. He felt bad for feeling a little happy that his secret crush wasn't seeing anyone. But as Scott's best friend, he felt bad that Scott was really sad. So why not get alcohol? "I brought the poison of choice!" Stiles tried to cheer Scott up a little.

"I picked a movie, and I found a drinking game." Scott stated and held up his phone, revealing a Lord Of The Rings game.

"Awesome! We'll be drunk way before four."

"When is your dad coming home?"

"He has a late shift all day. He might stop by for supper but that's it."

"Sounds good." Stiles slightly smiled and put the first Lord Of The Rings in his DVD player, then sat with his back against his bed's backboard.

"Come on." He patted the spot next to him. Scott complied and sunk down on the pillows to where his head was close to resting on Stiles's shoulder, but not touching it. "Let's do this!"

A few hours later, after his father had come home and they had hid underneath the bed, Stiles and Scott seemed to have moved closer than before. Roughly two hours after his dad had left for the night shift, Stiles felt like he was intoxicated enough. Because of the limit of alcohol they have, they cut the shots into thirds.

At the part where Pippin starts singing in the third movie, Stiles moved his head over and was surprised to find Scott so close, but that might also be due to the fact that they're both on a twin-sized bed. Stiles inhaled sharply, unaware that the song on the TV was over and the movie was continuing. For some reason, Stiles just couldn't bring himself to look away.

In the morning he'll blame it on the alcohol, even though he knows it's not. He reached his hand up and touched Scott's left cheek, turning Scott's face towards him. When Scott stared at him, Stiles just looked into Scott's bistre brown eyes. All thoughts about watching the movie or playing a drinking gamer were forgotten.

"Stiles..." Scott seemed to breathe out. All Stiles did in response though was hum. "Stil—" Stiles shut him up with a small kiss to the side of the lips. He pulled back after a few seconds, but unless it was his imagination, Scott pulled him back into a deeper kiss. Stiles rolled on top of Scott and took control of the kiss, cupping both of his hands on Scott's face.

After a while, the kissing seemed to die down and the movie credits were done rolling by then, bringing up the main menu screen. Neither of them said anything, and Stiles just left it at that. He didn't want to try and explain any feelings or emotions going through him or feel the dark, heavy impact of a rejection. So instead, both of them just lied on the bed, side-by-side, completely platonically and fell asleep like that, no body part touching. Stiles would have to worry about Scott's rejection in the morning.

Alright. There you have it. The first part of a Sciles (Scott/Stiles) fanfic.

How'd it go? :)

Hope you like it so far Arashi Wolf Princess!