"Take that off."
Giggling to himself, Stiles clasped onto the hat he'd stolen from you, holding it to his head to further tease you. You, who sat beside him at the lunch table, grumbled to yourself, desperately reaching out for the article of clothing.
"Come here and get it then," Stiles taunted, smirking down at you. Oblivious to the eyes that watched you, you set both your hands before you, pushing yourself up as you leaned over Stiles, grabbing the hat off his head and holding it close to your chest. With a pout, you sat back down, frowning.
"I was just teasing you," Stiles grinned, poking you in the cheek. You swatted his hand away, half-heartedly glaring at him as you set the hat back on your own head.
"I don't care," you grumbled, "you're annoying."
Stiles only laughed at your insult, fulling away that you didn't mean it. With a wide grin, he turned back to his lunch, pausing when he caught the many pairs of eyes on him. You seemed to notice at the same time, and slowly glancing at one another, you frowned. "What?" Stiles asked, raising a brow.
"You two are like a married couple," Lydia rolled her eyes.
Flushing, your lips parted in bafflement. "We-We are not!"
"Uh, yes, you are," Malia grinned, mimicking Lydia and rolling her eyes. Taking a bite of her sandwich, she shook her head. "Deny it all you want, but we all know it's true. You two act like a married couple."
"Scott?" You questioned, turning to the alpha. He glanced at both you and Stiles, before shrugging apologetically.
"You kind of do..."
Blushing madly, you glanced over at Stiles, panicked. "Stiles?" You called, pulling his gaze on you. "Do you hear this?"
He nodded, "that actually reminds me." He begun, puzzling you. "Do you think we'd ever get married?"
Sputtering, you reared back, genuine shock flooding you. "Wh-What?" You exclaimed, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter, if that was possible. You didn't glare glance in the direction of the rest of the pack, afraid of what they'd say if you did. Instead, you kept your eyes on Stiles, promptly baffled. "Stiles-"
"How many dogs would we have?" He asked, as if you hadn't reacted the way you had. "Or would we have cats? How many? What about kids?" Pausing, he turned to you, meeting your eyes. "Are we having kids?"
"Stiles," you mumbled, horrified and extremely embarrassed. "We aren't even dating."
Finally Stiles stopped, pausing. His eyes trailed from your own, downwards and then he frowned. "I assumed we were."
"What?" Lyda asked, eyes bulging. "You two are dating and you didn't tell us!"
"No!" You bellowed, "woah, no! I... I didn't even know we were dating." Narrowing your eyes, you turned to Stiles. "What the hell are you even going on about, Stiles? When did we start dating?"
Stiles narrowed his eyes, as if in thought and then he shrugged. "We are so close, I just sort of assumed we were."
"He has a point," Malia shrugged, to which you glared at her.
"Stiles, normally... if people are dating, both members of the party have to be aware. Which I was not." You pointed at yourself, cheeks still flushed.
"Is that my shirt?" Stiles suddenly asked, baffling you further. Glancing down at yourself, you pulled at the hem of your shirt, glancing down at yourself. Sure enough, you were wearing Stiles's shirt. "That is my shirt. See? You wear my clothes, we bicker like a married couple, that means we're dating."
Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest. "We're not dating. Not if you can't even properly ask me out."
"Okay," Stiles shrugged, "will you go out with me?"
You felt your jaw quite literally drop. The rest seemed just as surprised at Stiles's sudden boldness, but even as you just stared at him, you couldn't help but feel a smile grow on your lips.
"Sure," you mumbled, turning away from him. Stiles grinned, thoroughly amused by how embarrassed you were. Slowly, he turned back to his own food, but not without slipping his hand into yours under the table.
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