“Hey, so what’s the deal with you two anyways?”, your friend asks as she greets you after school. She’s referring to Stiles, the boy with whom you had just shared a goodbye hug that lasted a little longer than normal. “He’s just… a friend,” you reply, “a really good friend, with an incredible smile and the best cologne I’ve ever smelled.” “You like him! Ask him out! He’s probably just as in love with you as you are with him.” You ponder that as you walk home. Does he like me? Would he want to go out with someone like me? Would asking ruin the friendship? Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your ringtone. Stiles is calling. You pick up, feeling a flutter deep in your stomach. “Hey. I need to tell you something and I need to do it right now before I panic and decide against it again. You are so beautiful. I love the way you light up every room you walk into, I love how your hair is the perfect shade of brown, and I love the way I can feel your heartbeat when I hug you. I’ve wanted to ask this for weeks, but haven’t had the courage. Would you please go out with me this Friday night?” 

You and Derek have had a bit of a thing for a little while now, and though Derek wasn’t the emotional type to share feelings, you knew how he felt by the little things. The two of you were always together, laughing and having the time of your lives. People would always ask about your relationship, but you’d never really discussed it, so you were always “just friends.” But one day, when you were sitting in the loft, things changed. The two of you were laughing about some dumb joke that hardly made sense, when suddenly you made eye contact. You could see the desire in his eyes, and you felt the same way. He pressed his lips onto yours, and you dissolved into the kiss as though you’d done it a thousand times before, because it just felt perfect. After the kiss, you mutter, “just friends…” and the two of you lay back on the couch with a sigh and a chuckle. 

“I wanna ask out that girl, would you help me?” Aiden asked, looking at the girl. “Yeah sure, I just have to go to the washroom,” you reply, almost running there. You really didn’t have to go to the washroom you went to go and cry. How can he not notice my heart rate going up every time he talks about a girl? “Y/N, are you okay?” your friend Kira asks silently. “Yeah, I’m fine I just uh… stubbed my toe.” “Tell me the truth,” Kira said calmly. “I think I’m in love with Aiden and he doesn’t notice at all,” you say in between sobs. “You should go tell him,” Kira said happily for some reason. “We’re just friends,” you start to cry more at the start of that sentence. “Y/N he’s totally into you, don’t worry. Even if you’re scared to tell him, you could always wait for him to tell you, but for now just let him have his fun,” Kira said, with empathy in her voice. “Okay”. You walk out and talk to the girl, telling her how he’s a nice guy and he really likes her, keeping a straight face the whole time.

“Hey Lyds, how are you?” you ask Lydia happily. “What’s wrong Y/N?” Lydia asked. “Nothing, why do you ask?” you said, confused. “You came here to ask a question, but you’re you scared to ask, so spill it,” Lydia said scarily. “If I had a crush on someone my friend used to date, what would I do?” you said very fast. “It depends on who the person is. If it’s Scott or Isaac don’t ask me. If it’s Aiden or Jackson, I’m your girl.” At the mention of Jackson, all your muscles tensed up. Lydia smiled, “Y/N, Jackson is so into you! Why are you so worried?” Lydia asked. “Because, what if he doesn’t like me back and thinks of us as just friends?” you said worrying. “Turn around,” Lydia said, smirking. You turned around to see Jackson standing there. You don’t say anything and neither does he. “Y/N, you’re wrong, I do um, like you,” Jackson said, barely audible. “I… like you too” you said just as the bell rang to go to class. Jackson grabbed your hand and walked with you to class.