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A sober Scott driving home a drunk Stiles was a normal occurrence on nights like these.
Admittedly, the party was slow and boring this time, but Stiles seemed to have had the time of his life, laughing and clinging on to the shoulder of a girl Scott didn't know when he found him.
“Come on, your mom told me to get you home before midnight.” Scott grabbed at his arm and got him to stand up. Stiles whined about having to leave before letting out a laugh and waving goodbye.
As Scott started up the engine of the van, Stiles began to ramble about his night.
“Oh man, Scott, that was the best! I kissed Grace during spin the bottle! You know, that nerdy girl with the blonde hair... I almost got to second base with her, too, but I wasn't really feeling it in the end.”
“What, you want the first time you touch a boob to be special or something?”
“I don't know, it's just that no matter what I never feel up to actually doing something with a girl other than swapping spit.” Stiles hiccuped and laughed afterwards.
Scott turns the corner before replying with, “Well, you should probably get to fooling around with a girl for real before people start thinking you're a fag.”
He expects a retort from his friend, but he's met with silence. Then, as they stop at a red light, Stiles finally says something, in a voice quieter than before:
“I wish you were a girl, 'cause then I wouldn't have to worry about this.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Stiles hiccuped again before responding. “I'd be so nuts over you that we'd be at home base already.”
Scott stopped the car in shock.
He didn't know what to say, only being able to reply with nervous laughter. As he put his foot back on the gas pedal, he reminded himself that Stiles was just drunk out of his mind, what he said probably meant nothing at all—
“I'd kiss you right now if I could... man, I know this'll make me sound like a fag, but you're so fucking cute.”
“And you're drunk, Stiles.”
“So?” He leaned out over his seat while Scott tried his hardest to ignore him so he could focus on the road. Just down the street, you can forget this in a minute. Come on, his house is right there —
“I'd still take you over any girl in a heartbeat.”
He stops the car again, just one house away from Stiles'.
“Will you shut up if I kiss you?”
He didn't mean to say that out loud. He was embarrassed by what was going on and just wanted it to stop—and in a lapse of judgment, he somehow managed to make the situation worse.
But before he could truly think through what he just said, he saw Stiles lean in and ultimately decided to close the distance between them himself.
It was a brief, chaste kiss. He could see that Stiles wanted more, but he pulled away as he got more physical, not wanting him to go through with something he'd really regret once he sobered up.
He parked the van without any further trouble, the two staying silent as they got out and into Stiles' home. His mother said nothing as Scott brought him to his room.
Desperate to say one more thing to him, Scott gave an awkward “Good night” to Stiles, who had already fallen half-asleep in the time it took to bring him to his bed.
Knowing that Stiles would need extra assistance in the morning, Scott stayed the night and slept on an air mattress that was in his closet.
“Slept” is too generous of a term, though—he barely got any rest that night, with what happened in the van playing on repeat in his brain.
Morning eventually came, though, and Scott got up to find a just-as-miserable Stiles.
“Mornin' Scott... Can you close the curtains?”
He obliged, and went to go get him a glass of water right after. When he returned, Stiles was sitting on the edge of his bed, getting his act together.
“Yesterday was wild, huh? I can't even remember anything past spin the bottle...”
Scott felt relieved that he didn't remember what happened, but it would be a lie to say there wasn't a part of him that felt uneasy as well. Should he tell him about the kiss? Would it be best to keep it a secret?
In the end, he decided that keeping quiet would be best for now.
“Don't worry, you didn't miss much. It was pretty boring, actually...”