obscure-imagines:

he came to a stop and you turned to look at Stiles through the window as he leaned over to roll it down, “hey, going to school?” he asked.

“how did you guess?” you asked, motioning to your back pack. 

“want a ride?” he laughed.

“sure, thanks.”

he was so surprised you said yes he fumbled over himself to open the door for you since it was kind of wonky being open from the outside. you sat down and he just stared at you. you looked at him, then the road, “so are we trying to catch first period or?”

“oh, right.” Stiles laughed, turning the car back on, “sorry.”