Leave the decisions to logic. If you rely on feelings alone, you'll never come to the right decision

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Stiles was being weird.

Like really weird. And I couldn't figure out why. It was almost like he was trying to make up for something, but I couldn't figure out what he would have to make up for?

I mean he could just be being a good friend, but no offense, even Stiles isn't this perfect of a friend. By that I mean he's like waiting on me hand and foot, taking me wherever I want. It's only been half a day, but this is already super weird.

We start school tomorrow. I'm not really nervous seeing that Peter, and Levi assured that the kids aren't too big of jerks, but Stiles and I will most likely just keep to ourselves when we're there. Although it does seem like Stiles is going to be somewhat of a social butterfly. He's literally already swapped his flannels for collared jackets, and his beat up converse for a new pair of Nikes.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that he's trying to change his image a little bit, and that he might've been on facetime with Lydia while we were shopping for advice.

"Scott are you sure that you don't want anything? I mean we're here, and I will gladly pay for anything you want, you name it I'll buy it." And then he did the awkward finger guns.

"First of all. Never do finger guns ever again, second of all. I don't need anything and why are you acting weird?"

I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it got my message across.

"What do you mean? I'm just trying to help you get adjusted here. I figured we could go around and do what you wanted to do to help you get a little more comfortable here in Queens." He said as he put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the floor.

Crap. I read too much into this. Stiles really was just trying to be a good friend, and here I was judging him, and trying to find some ulterior motive for all of this.

"You know. Maybe New York isn't all that great. If anyone has any reason why we shouldn't be here....maybe I would listen?"

Did he actually just say that? I thought as I looked up at him questioningly.

He must've realized that I knew he was being weird because he immediately changed what he was saying.

"No. I just mean for the people around us, because I mean I'm the kind of person who would listen to someone if they didn't want us here? Know what I mean?"

Okay now I was just confused. What was he even talking about? Was he trying to tell me something and I just wasn't getting the message or something?

"You know what? Nevermind. Forget I said anything." He said as he walked past me, out of the store.

Why was he acting like this? Did I do something? Was he trying to hint something to me?

"What has been going on with you?" I called as I ran after him.

He wasn't stopping though, it didn't even seem like he was listening to me at all.

"Stiles!"

What was even going on? Was he mad at me or something? Like why was he storming off like this?

"Stiles stop!" I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around to face me.

There were already people staring at us, due to the fact that we were kind of making a scene in the middle of the mall. Not really the first impression we wanted to make in this city, but.....looks like it was going to happen anyway.

"What is wrong with you. You've been acting weird ever since we got back from the tour!"

"Not as weird as you Scott!! Don't even act like you want to be here with me! I had to find out from Derek when I talked to him. Derek! Not my best friend who's been with me since we got on that plane!"

I stood in shock.

Stiles knew.

He freaking knew, and he was right.

I should've told him, and I should've talked to him about it.

"You know what yeah. You're right. I had a lot of doubts about coming here, Beacon Hills is my home, and I didn't want to leave it, but I did for you! And now that I'm here, I don't want to leave."

That last line was the biggest lie I have ever told in my life, but he looked like he was buying it, so I might as well roll with it.

"If you want me to leave though. Tell me to. Tell me to right now and I'll go. Tell me that you don't need me here. That you would feel better going through whatever you're going through alone. Do it Stiles. Go ahead do it."

Everyone was staring at us at this point, and I'm pretty sure that a couple of people had their phones out recording.

What would be the point in recording something like this? It's not like the person recording will ever watch it again. Or that the person will post it to other people who will never watch it.

Jeez.

This whole thing is completely out of hand.

He wasn't saying anything though. Which meant that he did need me here, and that he believed the lies I was spilling out religiously.

This was going to work. I just have to keep lying, and then secretly checking in on Beacon Hills ever five minutes without him noticing.

Piece of cake am I right?

"Come on Stiles, I said as I placed a hand on his shoulder,"let's just go home okay?"

He nodded with his head still looking down at the ground and I smiled. I turned him around again and slowly walked him out of the mall.

It's a miracle we didn't get kicked out. We were making quite the scene.

This was all going to work out.

I was going to make sure of it.