He can't predict the future, but yet he affects in so many ways.
The butterflies in his stomach.
The fear that he'll screw everything up, his whole life was leading to this moment.
As much as he rehearsed nothing could have prepared him for the moment when he got struck by love.
Love at first sight is an understatement. As much as he chased after Lydia Martin he knew deep in his soul that there was someone who would love him back...protect him.
Even when his hands were shaking...when his faith was broken...yes, through the panic attacks, nearly getting mauled by your best friend, and then...and then this feeling of rejection.
Is it because he is human? If he accepts the bite would people notice him? Does he think too simply? Is it bad luck?
Stiles can't help but think of all these things.
His outside looks goofy and easy but he's...really not.
Its become a tradition to visit his mothers grave every year, in some cases right after a panic attack. Laying his head on the cold stone...If he had the courage...then it wouldn't be...like...this.
Perseverance something his mother taught well. "If, you fall get up. When, you fall get up. Genim, You have a mission. Say what you have to. Or you'll regret." Ha, that's funny because he has ADHD and can't stop talking. He ponders switching from memory to memory as he drives blankly through the streets.
Standing on the rickety steps of the Hale house he gathers his thoughts and knocks.
Only god knows what he's gotten himself into...the door opens... whilstly Derek stands there.
No words needed to be spoken but Stiles said, "How hard is it to rebuild this?...your life?" as he gestured to the house.
Derek took a moment after reviewing Stiles, as quizzically as his face allows him to express he frowned and answered, "...difficult."...After a heart beat Stiles looked up frantically his face reddening.
"I just need to know...would I ...can I, help you rebuild...this, your life?" He said as he lowered his gaze at his shoes, fists clenched tightly at his sides...tears that he tried to blink away straying lonely paths down his freckled cheek.
If Stiles kept his head up he wouldn't have missed the look of awe on the Alphas features. He would've noticed the wolf approach him so that he's looming right before him a breath away.
"I don't want to hurt you Stiles"...Derek whispers.
"You can't hurt me more than what I've been through"...
"You're not...ready for this"...
"No one is ready Derek, for anything...until they experience it...I need to try...at least...once"
"...Okay."
In a swift movement Stiles' head is lifted and his lips collide with the warm lightly chapped lips of Derek's. They're going to start just like that, to go on forever.
When its more than physical its kind of hard to see beyond the glow. No matter how hard he tries his world is clearly Supernatural. Unlike anything more ironic than the loss of a loved one and the trials of life, its bringing you closer to someone...someone who has a mutual understanding, this calm, its a wonderful feeling...Love, shall we call it, a double-edged sword? Painful yet rewarding.
