a suggestion for -hollandrodens :) love ya babe<3

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i awake to the sound of my phone beeping like crazy. i flip the covers over my head and blindly search for my phone with my hand. i feel it's cool touch and bring it to my face.

messages from stiles, 8:38am :
yo! come find me.
8:45am :
are you not up yet?
8:47am :
hEY, wake up
8:49am :
wAKE UP!

you rolled your eyes, but quickly texted back to make sure nothing was wrong. you naturally chose a sarcastic tone as your first words of the day.

your message, 8:48am :
i'm up, gosh. chill.

you went back to read all the countless texts he had sent you prior.

what do you mean come find you?

message from stiles, 8:49am :
look inside your pillow case

your message, 8:49am :
ok tooth fairy🙄

you rolled your eyes once again, and slid your hand inside the pillow case. your eyes widened as you indeed felt a piece of paper crumble in between our fingers.

you brought it out, and unfolded it.

"better run! this hunt is timed. go to the first place we ever hung out:)"

your eyes widened even more. it was a scavenger hunt, which stiles knew you loved doing. you smiled.

your message, 8:51am :
it's oN

message from stiles, 8:51am :
timer starts now

you quickly got up, threw your hair up. you decided the sweat pants and a sweatshirt you were in were good enough and headed out the door. you were so excited, you loved these.

you stopped short, thinking back to the note.

the place where we first hung out?

you smiled as it came to you. your childhood tree house, it had to be. it was yours and stiles' first play date, 5 years old. that made you laugh even more. you had a tree house that you and your dad made together, and you wanted to hang up there. but stiles being stiles, was, of course, afraid of heights. you ended up literally pulling him up there, ignoring his screams and wines. you laughed again at the memory.

you quickly climbed up the not-so-sturdy-anymore rope latter and found a perfectly folded note right inside. you reached to grab it and opened it with delight. you smiled at how cute this idea was.

"easy enough? go to the place where we almost got cuffed." you actually laughed out loud at this one. especially at the silly rhyme.

since that very first play date, you and stiles have been best friends, like super tight. but the most tragic thing you guys have ever done together was jumping a gate you shouldn't of. you had to in order to get to the school for senior scribe night. and of course the door in the gate was locked, so climbing and dropping to your death was the only option. it was just when you were right at the top, stiles below to catch you if anything happened, a cop car blared it's horn at you guys. thankfully, it was the one and only mr stilinski, whom once the window was rolled down, shook his head and drove off. that was probably the only time you thought you were gonna get into some serious trouble, and it was terrifying.

you beamed as you drove to the school. it took you a matter of five minutes and you jumped out to walk to the gate. there was indeed a piece of paper shoved in one of the holes in the gate and you ripped it out.

"may get harder, just wait and see. just go find your best friend, the banshee." you smiled as you thought of lydia. where is she though-

"BOO!" you screamed as something came hollering behind you. you wiped around to see a laughing lydia.

"ughh, i hate you!!" you laughed along as you tried to calm your beating heart.

she tried not to laugh, "i knew you'd be here." she gave you a hug, "i guess i have to give you this..." she sarcastically rolled her eyes, shrugged and smirked.

"thank you." you'd snatched the paper from her hands and laughed.

"it says, 'i cant believe it, your almost here!'" you looked up at lydia and smiled giddily, she returned it, "'just follow this path and i'll be there.'" you smiled and folded up the paper.

"follow me." lydia smiled mischievously at you and took your hand. she led you in the gate entrance and around a corner of the school.

you gasped as a path of roses lined up on the ground led you to the back door of the school.

"love ya babe! have funnnn." lydia hugged you and ran off. you were left at tears at the beautiful path, you began to follow it.

your foot came across a picture. you looked down and gasped once again. it was the picture on you and stiles first day of fifth grade. you and your fashionable scarf phase and stiles with his bow tie and squinted eyes. you laughed as you pick it up. you looked ahead to see more flowers and another picture. and there were even more after that.

there were pictures of you guys together at school or just hanging out. one of them was at senior scribe, another was at your house where you both were covered in flour after your food fight while attempting to make cookies.

you felt your heart get all warm as you thought about you and stiles. you smiled to yourself, you loved him.

is that what this is for? does he love you back?

you moved on with a smile.

after looking and laughing at many pictures of you both you came across one more. it was a selfie you took while studying with him at the library. there was a note attached to this one.

"not done yet, just a couple more... how 'bout the old shelf with the folklore?"

you laughed again as you remembered; you weren't studying in the picture, it was just another one of those nights trying to find out what the heck was going on in beacon hills. with all this supernatural crap, there were a lot of those stressful nights.

you sighed as you headed across the yard to the school. you opened up the library doors and took a right to the folklore and fantasy.

you skimmed through the books, and a white piece of paper fell out at your feet. you gently picked it up.

"enough is enough! you can find me now! just find scottie and i'll be saying 'ciao'!" you laughed at the inside joke.

you and stiles were in the same french class in 8th grade. sadly, you spent the whole year tutoring him because, well... he sucked at french.

you folded up the paper. you were just about to reach for your phone to call scott when a voice startled you.

"hey, beautiful." you looked up to see scott in a t-shirt, and one of the roses in his mouth. you laughed at him, ripping the flower out of his mouth.

"hey scott." you twirled the flower in your fingers and he raised his eye brows at you.

"i believe you are wanted this way." he spins on his heels elegantly and heads back out to the yard. just before the doors, he spins to face you again and smiles, "wait. i have something to tell you first."

you rolled you eyes at the bad timing, but nodded, "hit me scottie." he smiled bigger and pointed to your pocket. you looked down and remembered hat it was full of all the notes. you pulled them out, looking at scott weirdly.

"yes?"

he couldn't stop smiling, "stiles told me to tell you to read the first letter of every note." scott even cocked his head at how confusing that was, but you barely got it and started to skim through them.

"better run..." so b
"easy enough?" e
"may get harder..." m
"i cant believe it..." i
"note done yet..." n
"enough is enough..." e

b-e-m-i...

your face lit up and you looked up at scott. a smile cracked on your face and you started for the door. scott quickly opened it for you and you fell out of the school.

your breath is lost as stiles stands there, in a suit and tie with, indeed, a flower in his hands.

you run to him and he picks you up and twirls you in the air hugging you.

"ciao!" he hollers and you laugh. he puts you down.

"yes, stiles!! a million times yes." you smiled like a little girl, and his face beamed. he hollered in the air and held you bridal style, spinning around again. you laughed so hard.

you heard cheering from the school. you twirled around to see all your friends, aka the pack, lined up and watching you. liam made a fake, crying face and put his hand on his heart. you laughed and turned back to stiles.

"i love you."

he blushed bright, "feelings mutual babe."

aweeeeeee