A/N : Hi there! So this is the follow-up to my other Teen Wolf story "Will you smile for me?" and as the summary says, I think it's better to read that other one first.
This story is basically gonna be a series of Sterek (what else?) snapshots based on actual scenes of the show. I have no idea how many chapters there's gonna be, maybe even just this one. It'll all depend on how inspired I can get.
Speaking of inspiration, I had no ideas whatsoever for the title of the chapter, so I'm taking any suggestions!
Anyways, hope you like it!
Oh right! Almost forgot! I don't own Teen Wolf, or its characters...or actors... (Dang it, Dylan! Why can't you be mine!)
My best smile for you.
Chapter 1
The first time I saw him, he was walking through the preserve with another boy.
At first I only heard them, but it was enough for me to decide that he was the annoying, exasperating type of guy. Always trying to be funny. But his voice was nice. Soft and with that little something that made me want to hear it again.
They were – or more like he was – talking about lycanthropy. And it made me curious.
Why this subject? How did they know about it? And most of all, how much did they know?
Were they aware that actual werewolves were roaming over the Earth, and that one of them was merely 50 feet from them at that exact moment?
But then the wind changed, and their scents were brought to me.
One was sweet and a bit sour at the same time. It reminded me of lemonade – and I liked lemonade... kind of my guilty pleasure really. I don't know how, but I knew it was the talkative boy's scent. Maybe I thought he must have smelled like he sounded, sweet but nerve-wracking. It made me wonder if the boy tasted like lemonade too... I decided that I shouldn't linger on this particular thought.
I didn't really care about the other scent, more of a slightly musky, woodsy one, until I noticed the very specific canine hint in it. It had been quite some time since the last time I smelled it on a person other than myself, but it was definitely a werewolf particularity.
Apart from the werewolf part, it was the same thing I had smelled on the asthma inhaler I'd found that night. That's how my mind clicked.
The previous night, I had been chasing for an unknown alpha. He ran too fast for me so I lost him, but his track had led me to that inhaler. I understood that the boy had been bitten that night.
They were getting closer to me, and finally they came in sight.
I didn't even notice the hairy one at first. My look got caught by the other boy. I couldn't help it. It was like magnetism.
He had smooth skin. It looked a bit pale, but not in a sickly fashion. He had a fair complexion, with moles over his face. This particular one on his cheek, near the corner of his lips. I couldn't help but want my own lips on it... He had a lean body, and even with the large clothes he was wearing, I could tell he had toned muscles.
He startled when he saw me. Hitting the other one – who I just noticed had been kneeling on the ground – on his shoulder to catch his attention.
His eyes. He had the most expressive eyes I'd ever seen. A light brown color, like warm caramel. I liked caramel too. I couldn't say if I liked it better than lemonade though. Actually I couldn't think about anything at that moment, except that his eyes looked like a deep caramel ocean that I could drown into with no regret. I felt like I could see all of him, and all of myself too in his look. It was confusing. Terrifying. But at the same time comforting.
I could hear his heart beating at a soothing pace, although slightly faster than before he had seen me.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Ba-Thump. I frowned. That last one wasn't coming from him. It brought me back to reality, reminding me that there was someone else next to him.
I pulled myself together as I was walking towards them and scowled at them.
-What are you doing here? Huh? This is a private property!
-Er... sorry man we didn't know, he said with that sweet voice of his.
-Yeah we were just...looking for something but...uh...forget it, the other said hesitantly
I knew that, they were looking for his inhaler, I'd heard them say it.
I threw it to him and turned back to walk away.
When they couldn't see me anymore I heard him say:
-Dude that was Derek Hale... You remember right? He's only like a few years older than us.
-Remember what?
-His family? They all burnt to death in a fire like ten years ago!
I should have been upset that he could say it with so few tact, but I couldn't be. Instead I just felt soothed by the sound of his voice.
And I couldn't help this little twinge in my heart. Not really happiness, no. But an odd feeling, like I was glad he knew who I was.
Later that day, when I was walking, still looking for the alpha's prints, scent...anything, I started to wonder why I was feeling so empty suddenly. I'd never felt that way.
I saw a fox looking at me. It had stilled on its way to let me pass. It reminded me of the stories my parents used to tell me.
When my sisters and I were little, our parents would put us to bed after telling us stories. Not fairy-tales or made-up things like usual parents do, but werewolf legends, folklore, cultural facts. Like for instance, the fact that smart animals – monkeys, dolphins, foxes, dogs – would always show respect to a werewolf when they recognized one.
My favorite stories were always about mates. Well until the whole Kate thing, with her actually being a psycho and all that...
Wait, mate? There was this thing my mom used to tell me about meeting one's mate. She used to say it was like suddenly having all of yourself related to them. Your look stuck to theirs, their voice appealing to you like none before. Their scent being exactly what you'd need to feel comfortable... And the fact that when you were away from them, it was like you forgot a part of yourself with them.
All of it. Was exactly what I'd felt that day.
That boy was my mate. He was meant for me, and I was meant for him.
Realizing it made me feel complete for the first time of my life. Until I remembered something else about mates.
When my mom got to this part of the story I was always terrified that it would happen to me.
"But you know Derek, being meant for each other doesn't mean you will be together. Most of the time it works. But there have been some cases when it didn't. Like when mates never meet each other, and end up always looking for one another without even noticing it. Or when they reject the other for some reason. Or sometimes when the mate is human and can't feel the bond with the werewolf. This case is very sad because the wolf actually knows what it could be like with his or her mate and feels all the more empty."
I used to be so scared to be in one of those situations, that at some point, I just decided to stop believing in the mate thing altogether.
And now it happened. And the fear was back, even greater. He was a human so if anything, the third case would be the one applying to me.
I wished I'd never met him.
But I was so glad I'd met him.
A/N (yeah I like this system with one note at the beginning and one at the end!)
So what did you think? Is it worth trying to be inspired with other scenes? Would you like one scene in particular, with another character's POV? Let me know!
(This is not an incitation to review at all! What kind of person do you take me for?)
Random thoughts : Oh how devoted I am to this story! I spent at least 15 minutes just staring at a picture of Dylan O'Brien just so I could describe his moles and eyes properly... and not because I couldn't take my eyes off of it at all, that's not true!
