Last Chapter guys :( But I might do a Bonus, not sure yet.

Enjoy!

"I did it." Scott mumbled, eyes trained on the floor as Lydia moved about in her kitchen, cooking. She paused for a moment to look at Scott questioningly, watching the teen sit in the bar stool with vacant stare. Letting out a sigh she went back to straining noodles.

"Did what?" She asked, not feeling like using her brain cells to figure out what he was talking about. She had a lot on her plate with the party she was throwing for Erica, happening in a few hours. Nothing was said, the only sound being the pots hitting together.

"I kissed Stiles." Scott muttered after what seemed like forever, his head buzzing in pain from all the over thinking he was doing. Lydia stopped what she was doing to turn around and stare at Scott with wide eyes.

"You what?" Lydia said, voice surprisingly loud. Scott looked up at her like she was crazy before cooling his expression.

"I kissed him. I kissed him and he freaked and I'm an idiot for kissing him." Scott rushed, voice getting loud as he became angry with himself, the pain in his chest intensifying. Lydia lowered the setting of the burner so she wouldn't burn her cooking before walking over to Scott, putting a firm hands on his shoulders.

"You are not an idiot, Scott. He'll come around, just give him-"

"No he won't. I saw the disgust in his eyes after I kissed him. It's over, there is no chance in hell we're going to move past this." Scott protested, cutting Lydia off. She glared at him, letting out an irritated huff.

"You always do that! You always expect the worst for yourself and make decisions that aren't meant for you to decide! Give him time, let him think it over and stop rushing to already have the answer for him." Lydia snapped with a glare, giving Scott's shoulders a shake.

Scott shook his head, letting out sigh of his own as he moved to get up.

"Well, I've been waiting for five years for something to even happen. What's the harm in waiting another five just to build off of this?" Scott retorted.

"What do you mean another five?" Lydia asked confused.

"See you at the party Lyd." Scott said, ignoring Lydia's question before leaving.

The cold air hit him in the face as he stepped outside, wrapping his jacket tightly around himself. He felt the need to cry, but he couldn't. He had cried so much, there was nothing left to shed. He kissed Stiles, the guy he loves no matter how hard he tries not to and he didn't even feel the same way.

Scott was faintly sure he was in a cliché romance, where the guy you're into doesn't like you back, but you try to get him anyway because you're just that desperate. Except, Scott wasn't desperate, he was just dead set on telling Stiles how he felt and now that he has, he's done. There is nothing else he can do but wait like he has been doing for five years.

He regretted doing it. He knew he shouldn't have listened to Lydia but he couldn't blame her. He knew this. He just wanted to be the damn one to want to have them wear matching Batman and Robin tees. Not Stiles. He just wanted to get what he wanted for once. But the word want and Scott didn't seem to fit together in the same sentence.

It had only been a day, but it seemed like ages since Scot had seen Stiles. Standing there smiling as if nothing had ever happened as he laughed at something the person he was talking to, Stiles gave Scott a side glance only once. Scott on the other hand, had done his best to be on the opposite side of the room at all times during the party, and forced his eyes from ever looking at the teen. He was faintly sure that if looked at Stiles, he would be able to tear his eyes away.

"Scott!" Erica cheered, a bright smile on her face as she hugged him. Scott couldn't help but smile just as much as he hugged her waist.

"I can't believe out of all of us, that you're the one to graduate first." Scott joked, as he gave her shoulder a playful punch. Erica rolled her eyes, before grabbing a glass of wine from the serving table.

"And out of all of us, I'd expect you to be the one to still be in high school." Erica shot back with a smirk. Scott smiled at her, chuckling beffore his eyes landed on Lydia who looked like she was going to blow up any second.

"I think Lydia is about to have a bitch fit." Scott pointed out, watching Erica turn to look at her girlfriend.

"The cons of having her be the host of the party." Erica huffed, before handing Scott her drink and leaving to talk to Lydia. Scott walked around for awhile, stopping time to time to chat with people. But when Lucky by Jason Mraz came on, Scott stopped in his tracks to glare at Lydia who was standing next to the stereo. She stuck her tongue out at him, mouthing at him to do something as she pointed at Stiles, who was standing on the other side, looking uncomfortable.

Scott rolled his eyes, mouthing a 'no' before heading over to a group of people he knew from his classes. Scott shouldn't have turned his back, because when he felt a hard jab he turned to find himself in a locked stare with Stiles, his chocolate orbs absorbing him.

"Scott, you need to go get more ice and since you're not familiar with this part of town, Stiles is going with you." Lydia said, looking pointedly at Scott.

"Why can't Stiles get it then?" Scott blurted out, looking irritatedly at Lydia. Her attempts to get hem together was starting to aggravate Scott. She shot him a glare before clearing her throat.

"Stiles has a suspended license and since they closest store is ten miles away, he needs a ride." Lydia said sternly. "Now go get that ice." She ordered, giving them sweet smiles before leaving to brace others with her presence.

"How the hell did you get your license suspended?" Scott asked, after awhile of awkward silence in the car. Stiles huffed a sigh as he muttered something about police under his breath.

"Too many tickets." Stiles sighed, playing with the seat belt. Scott nodded his head, tapping nervously at the steering wheel. Scott moved to turn on the radio, try to feel the silence somehow, quickly changing the station when A Thousand Miles Came on. Stiles busted out laughing, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"I remember that song. You and me were drunk out of our minds, and started singing that song. Lydia recorded the whole thing and posted it on facebook, and you wouldn't come out of your room for days." Stiles chuckled, a smile on his face.

"I don't know how you could still walk around in public after that!" Scott said, a slight frown on his face.

"Because I was given a free pass since I'm gay, duh." Scott rolled his eyes at the absurd comment, a small smirk on his face.

"Sure, free pass.." Scott muttered sarcastically. Stiles stuck his tongue out at him. It fell silent after that, but it wasn't as awkward as before. Pulling up to the gas station, Scott parked moving to get out only to stop when a hand grabbed his arm.

"That kiss..." Stiles said quietly facing Scott but his eyes weren't looking at him. Scott quietly shut the car door, settling back into the driver's seat as he stared intently at Stiles.

"The kiss?" Scott prompted,a strange excitement in his voice as he anticipated what Stiles would say.

"Uhm.. You had a lot of beers... so maybe you were just being a drunk idiot.." Stiles trailed. Scott put a hand on the teen's hand, moving Stiles' chin so he would look at him.

"No matter how drunk I get, there is one thing that is always clear. And that's, that I love you, Stiles." Stiles looked into Scott's eyes, frowning deeply.

"But I have a boyfriend." Scott moved I closer, watching the way Stiles eyes had this twinkle in them.

"Where is he then?" Scott whispered, kissing Stiles lightly on the lips before pulling back. The teen's cheeks were a light pink as he bit is lip. "He's an idiot." Scott added, unable to tear his eyes from Stiles beautiful face. Moving back in, he gave a more deep kiss, surprised when Stiles kissed back.

"How?" Stiles asked between kisses. Scott pulled back, unable to get over the way Stiles' soft lips made his body tingle.

"I wouldn't leave your side for a second because I can't find myself able to continue through the day without seeing you." Scott breathed, hand cupping Stiles' cheek.

"It took you five years to say that?" Stiles smiled, happiness filling his chest.

"No. It took me five years to do this." Scott said before leaning in, kissing Stiles hard on the lips, carding a hand through his hair other hand snaking under his shirt as the kissing became more intense. He really needed to thank Lydia when they got back, he really did owe her one.