bad luck pepper

Bad Day

Stiles helps you feel better during a bad day…

HALSEY- Roman Holiday

“Ugh!” I growled. Today was the worst day of my life. Mom and dad were out of town, my car had just broken down so I had to walk to school, and I forgot to study for finals this Friday.

Just my luck, it was a snowy day today. While I was walking opening the doors to the school, I felt a body run into me, enveloping me into a hug.

“Hey there Ms. Grumpykins,” the voice teased.

“Hey Stiles,” I huffed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know why, but apparently today is my day of bad luck.”

He peppered kisses all over my face, trying to cheer me up.

“It’s okay cause I’m here to save the day,” he gleamed.

“How are you going to-” I was interrupted by Stiles carrying me like a baby and running to class.

The whole day was full of tripping during P.E., tearing my papers, messing up my locker combination, and Stiles trying to cheer me up by doing the lamest of things. Running backwards during P.E. and crashing into a pole, tickling me, kissing me all over my face, carrying me class to class, and running down the halls confessing his everlasting and undying love for me.

Unfortunately, none of it seemed to work-

Stiles running into a pole made him trip and topple over me. Tickling me made me smash my head into a locker. Kissing me- well, thank god nothing happened bad after that. Knock on wood. Carrying me to class got us a bunch of weird stares and glares of jealousy. Let’s just say that confessing undying love for one other isn’t doesn’t exactly get you a free detention pass.

“So when do you think Y/N’s gonna notice me and actually kiss me back?” Stiles asked while he was driving us to his house.

“I don’t know. When she stops having a really crap day…” I sighed.

Opening the doors of his house and walking upstairs, he threw himself onto the bed and groaned.

“Home sweet casa.”

Jumping on top of him, I rolled over as he groaned lightly in pain.

“Jesus Christ Y/N. Take your anger out on the day, not me,” he joked.

“I hate this day so freaking much,” I muffled with my face in the sheets.

“Pardon?” he asked raising his eyebrow.

“I hate this day so freaking much,” I groaned repeating my catch-phrase of the day.

“We all have those days. It’s no big deal. Tomorrow will be better. I pinky promise,” he soothed while pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Want me to help?”

“You’ve been helping all day Stiles,” I laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to deal with -”

My rant was cut short as a pair of lips were pressed against mine in a warm envelope. Stiles brought his hands to the sides of my cheeks and gripped my face ever so gently and I laced my hands into his hair.

We toppled onto the bed which separated us immediately in a wave of shock and confusion. Staring into each others eyes, we started laughing like idiots.

“Feeling better?” he smirked.

“Shut up,” I giggled.

He began pecking my lips teasingly which made me pull him into a locked embrace out of frustration.

“I can’t wait until my bad day…” he whispered.

“What?” I asked alarmed.

“Nothing,” he quickly replied. “I didn’t say anything.”