If Scott could pinpoint the moment he started thinking non-best friend thoughts about Stiles, he’d have to say it was on a Friday in Chemistry. This is what he’s thinking of when he drops onto the edge of his bed. “Do you regret it?” He asks, quietly.
His eyes are wide and Stiles can’t handle the pout of his bottom lip. His head is shaking even before he asks, “How could I?”
"How am I supposed to know? We had sex and you didn’t talk to me for a week after."
"I was scared," Stiles admitted, licking his lips and looking away from the gaze of his best friend. "We’ve been best friends since we were five, Scott. I don’t want to do anything to change that."
"We’re always going to be best friends, man. Until we’re old and grey-haired. Except now we can touch each other’s dicks and maybe grab dinner on Friday."