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his eyes followed you. he could deal with not talking to you that much and not smiling at you that often but he couldn’t stop his eyes. he couldn’t.

“so you um… you look at Y/N a lot, is there something going on there?” Stiles said, leaning next to Parrish.

“no. yes. i…” Parrish sighed, “is it that obvious?”

“everyone else told me not to bring it up with you but yes, 100%.”

“do you have any sweats?” you asked, standing in the doorway to his room in a giant crew neck you had found on a chair in his room.

he turned to look at you, eyes scanning you, he looked dumbfounded for a few moments before he seemed to snap out of it, “yeah in the dresser, i’ll show you.”

“yeah i just, i know you said i could help myself to anything but it felt weird going through your stuff.” you said as he opened one of the drawers and pulled out some sweatpants.

he laughed, “yeah its no worries, you can crash here any time you want, feel free to anything you need.” he flashed that adorable smile and you grinned, scrunching your hands up in the long sleeves of the crew neck.

“i really dont want to interrupt-”

“im not doing anything, was just going to watch a movie.” he said, “besides, can’t let you go out after being chased through the streets by a rogue werewolf. probably best if you stay here tonight, i’ll take the floor.”

“you dont have to.”

you were in a police car, him in the driver seat with his shirt off as you tended to the wound on his chest, it was done by some herb oil weapon that wasnt healing. the radio was playing in the background and Jordan turned it up, wincing at the movement.

Elvis Presley’s “cant help falling in love” was playing. you looked at Jordan, he blushed a little, “i like this song.”