Stiles had finally left his house it was a cloudy day the skies filled with dark clouds funny Stiles thinks matches my mood, he needed some space for a while after everything that went down, after Allison. Stiles used to be jealous of Allison, he somewhat blamed her for Scott forgetting about him more often than nought but he got over it and he became really fond of her. They didn't hang out much, usually because Allison and Scott had a date but when they did they were close. Watching her die like that, Stiles broke and he needed time to heal.

So now he was on his way to his boyfriends loft, Derek had tried to visit him but Stiles felt like bad company and didn't really want any visitors but he told him self to get over it, he thought of how Allison would hate it if he spent his life mourning her, she would've wanted him to get over her and continue his life. Stiles parked his jeep and entered the building. He climbed the stairs to Derek's loft yearning for his lover's comfort. As he got closer to the door he heard a crash from inside. Worried he slowly slid the door open a crack, it was enough to his so-called "boyfriend" fucking some stranger haphazardly into a will. All the air left Stiles' body and time seemed to slow down, couldn't watch was the person he had given his heart and soul to threw away everything they worked for.

Stiles barley remembers getting into his jeep and driving he drove and drove until he was lost and that was quite a feat, Beacon Hills a small town and Stiles, thought he knew all the streets. But now he just sits alone and cries, the lightning crackles in the sky never realised it was raining, how cliché Stiles thinks to himself. The rain starts falling down harder and it makes it hard to see, there is no way Stiles can figure out how to get home even if he could see he had no idea where he was, his phone was turned off and in his bedside drawer, he couldn't deal with talking to anyone after what happened. Stiles curses and ends up curling into a ball alone with his memories, he cries harder.

Derek wakes up curled around a body he doesn't recognise then it comes back to him, the memory of going to Stiles' place again and being told to go away. It pissed Derek off, he just wanted to do a nice thing and see how his boyfriend was going, was that a crime? He went to bar and tried to forget his anger, he wanted to see if he could get drunk if he took enough alcohol. It worked and he hardly remembers what happened next. He remembers a guy talking to him and then leading him out of the bar asking where he lived. "Shit" Derek says out loud, a pro about being a werewolf meant that he didn't have a hangover, just his thoughts. He realises that his anger was misplaced and Stiles was mourning, he just needed some time and space.

I've fucked up big time Derek thought to himself, I've screwed up the greates- He was distracted from his thoughts buy the guy next to him waking up. "Get out" Derek growled.

"But we had such a nice ti-"

"Get. Out." Derek repeated with a snarl.

The guy seemed to get the signal he hurried out of the bed and put on his clothes in a rush. He was walking out the door when Derek heard him say, "Umm, hey I think you dropped something."

Derek walked out of his room to see him holding up a key. Stiles' key, the key Derek gave him not long ago. The guy walked over and awkwardly handed it over to him before scurrying out the door.

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud and Derek fell to his knees he knows. Derek tries to track his scent but its long gone once he reaches outside, washed away by the storm raging on. He tries to call Stiles but it goes straight to voicemail, c'mon Stiles pick up Derek prays and calls Stiles' home phone.

Ethan is doing better; having a proper roof over his head and actual friends is helping him a lot. So is Stiles, after everything that went down at the school and Ethan loosing his brother Stiles offered to let him stay with him for as long as he wanted. He and Danny had broken up and he learned that Danny knew about the current werewolf population of Beacon Hills. It was a shock to say the least but he understood where Danny came from when he said he couldn't date a werewolf.

So since Ethan didn't want to go back to the crappy motel he and his brother had been staying at and since he couldn't go to Danny's he accepted Stile's offer and moved into the guest bedroom of the Stilinski household. It was great having people who cared about him he felt at home, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Ethan heard the phone ring and since he was the only one in the house, the sheriff long gone for work and Stiles heading out to see Derek he picked up the phone, "Hello" he said.

"Ethan thank god is Stiles there?" Ethan heard Derek sounding distressed.

"No, I thought he was with you?" Ethan replies questioningly

"Look Ethan I screwed up okay, can you just please help me find Stiles?"

"Derek what did you do?" Ethan says, hints of anger in his voice. Stiles had been incredibly nice to him especially after all that happened and now Ethan felt very protective of the guy.

"I… I cheated" Derek spits out, "Will you please help me find him"

"No!" Ethan yells, enraged. "The last thing Stile's needs is you after what you did. I'll find him you stay away" He slammed the phone back into its holder cutting off whatever complaints Derek had.

What do you think guys? Worth continuing? Please be gentle it's my first time