Styles

You'd been Stiles' best friend for years. You spent time together constantly, teased each other, and could discuss absolutely anything. There was never any awkwardness between you, as Stiles was used to telling you even the most personal things.

Today you sat in his room at home while he nervously walked from side to side, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Do you think Lydia likes guys who know how to kiss?" he asked unexpectedly.

Stiles had been meaning to ask Lydia out for a while, but the thought of it all going wrong made him nervous.

"You see, there's one problem..." he turned to you. "I think I'm a terrible kisser."

"What am I supposed to do with this?" he chuckled, mimicking your possible answer.

After a moment of silence, Stiles came closer and looked you straight in the eyes.

— I have an idea. You're my best friend, so you should help me.

"Teach me how to kiss," he blurted out, trying to sound as confident as possible. "Just show me what I'm doing wrong. For Lydia!"

He smiled, but it was clear from his face that even he found this request rather strange.