The Only Thing That Keeps Me Sane | Stiles Stilinski

three || hey-llo.

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I couldn't contain the smile off my face. I would try to frown, but everytime I did, a smile would always reappear back on to my face.

"I'm so happy for you, Allison!" I grinned ear to ear, "I told you! I told you he likes you!"

Allison smiled and blushed looking at the ground, "Okay, okay. You were right."

I was ecstatic for Allison. Scott had asked her to Jackson's party, which we weren't originally going to attend, but now we had to go and I was actually excited about it, well mostly excited for my sister.

"Well, I guess I'm going to go now, too. I have nothing else to do tonight." I said still smiling. My jaw was starting to hurt, but I couldn't stop grinning.

Allison furrowed her brows, "Oh, are you going with Stiles?"

"I might catch a ride with him, why?" I asked her.

"Oh, I just assumed... because you two have gotten so close this past week." She told me truthfully.

Stiles and I have gotten pretty close, but just close friends. Plus, he likes Lydia, a lot. Well, more like in love with her. "Oh, well, we're just close friends really." I shrugged my shoulders.

Allison nodded her head, "Oh. Well, do you maybe wanna be more than friends?" She pressed on.

I rolled my eyes, "Allison, no. I like Stiles," I shook my head "But, not like that." I had a pact with myself, I would never, ever like anyone because it wouldn't last with all the moving we did, "And plus, Al, remember the pact?"

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I think it'll be different this time, just-just think about it."

I scoffed, "Yeah, sure."

"Okay, well," She patted her thighs before lifting off the bed, "I need to get ready and you need to find a ride." She said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I waved her off. As she walked out the room, I made sure to give her a piece of advice, "Make sure McCall wraps it up!"

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Dialing Stiles' number, I held the phone to my ear. The dial tone went on for about ten seconds before he answered, "Hey-llo." He said sounding out of breath.

"Uhm, hey-llo to you, too." I laughed, "It's Madelyn."

He exhaled loudly. "Oh, hey. Sorry. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could give me a ride to this party, unless you don't want to or if you have other plans or... something." I rambled on. I was bad at asking people for favors.

"You want me to take you? Are-are you sure?" He stuttered.

"Is that okay? If not, I totally get it. I mean just as friends, and yeah." I was hoping he would say yes for some odd reason. Most likely because I literally had no other person to take me, so I practically needed Stiles to take me.

"Oh. Ye-yeah, I'll take you." He paused, "How about I pick you up at nine?"

"Sounds like a plan." I said before ending the call.

Now for mission impossible: to find an outfit and try to get ready in an hour.

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Thankfully, Stiles had been running a little late. He had called me and told me that he would be at my house twenty minutes later than he had originally planned since he had to make a stop, which I was totally okay with since it gave me more time to get ready.