Authors Note: HEYO! XD So, this is my sequel to When You Were Young
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JUST SO YOU KNOW: like everyone else, I have no idea what Stiles' real name is, so I'm going along with what everyone else puts :)
The things in bold and italics are the notes Stiles receives.
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Chapter 1
Stiles
So, Monday 11th June 1012. I had left the Pack back at Derek's house the day before, locking myself in my room, and here I was the next day, sitting in the living room of my own house, with my dad. He hadn't asked what was wrong; he hadn't asked if I wanted to talk about, because he knew I would say no. Instead, he just pulled me in for a hug and sat next to me on the couch, watching random programmes on TV.
I had turned my cell phone off after I was constantly being called and texted by members of the Pack, probably to ask of I was alright. I never answered, just ignored them all. I know I shouldn't have, but with everything that had happened... With everything I had been told by the hallucinations I had had, everything Derek had revealed, everything I had said... Well, I had a lot to think about and I couldn't do that with six werewolves and three other humans around.
I knew dad could tell I was thinking. I always go quiet when I was thinking. He could always tell when I wasn't thinking the happiest of thoughts, which was why I wasn't surprised when a bowl of ice-cream was shoved into my hands.
"Thanks, dad." I whispered, smiling a little.
"No problem, kiddo." dad shrugged, ruffling my hair like he did when I was younger. "Just remember, anytime you need to talk, I'm here."
"I know. I just... Maybe another day."
Dad stayed quiet for a second. I knew he could tell that I was mentally and emotionally exhausted – he could always tell –, just like I knew he could tell that we would be speaking at a later date.
"Sure thing." he nodded. "Hey, Batman's on."
I definitely had the best dad, ever.
I spent most of the day with dad, doing nothing but sitting there and watching Batman, X-Men, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Friends, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter... All of that, plus ice-cream, real mood lifter. Until I remembered what had dragged it down in the first place.
It was made even worse when, on his day off, dad had been called by one of the deputy's, saying they needed him. Neither of us was very happy with that, but we both knew it couldn't be avoided. So, with a promise that he'd be back for dinner – one that I heard so many times before – dad left, and I was alone.
I started to think about what the hallucinations had said. Everything they said. What I had told Allison and Lydia, what I had let slip to Derek. The fact Derek kissed me... I ended up curling in on myself as I sat on the couch, falling to my side so I was lying down. I hated feeling like this. Like I was worthless. This was why I hated situations that made you think unhappy thoughts! It made you sad! Hence unhappy!
I didn't want to cry. I had cried too much over the thirteen and a bit days I had been at Derek's house, I really didn't need any more of that now I was home. So, to keep the waterworks from starting up, again, I closed my eyes, trying to force myself into sleep. I wasn't all that surprised that it worked; what with how many nights I had forced myself to stay awake.
When I woke up again, it was two in the afternoon. My neck was a little stiff, but it wasn't all that bad...better than waking up sitting against a wall like I had yesterday morning. Sighing, I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck to try and get the form knot out of it.
That was when I heard the letter box go.
Frowning, I stood up and walked to the front door, still rubbing at the back of my neck. Looking down at the floor, I saw that there was a single slip of paper. I picked the slip of paper up, finding nothing on the side that was facing me. But turning it around...
I won't give up on us,
Even if the skies get rough.
I'm giving you all my love,
I'm still looking up.
"What?" I breathed.
Staring at the song lyrics written on the paper, it took me a while to figure out whose hand writing it actually was. The thought made me more confused and just a little giddy... I mean, who wouldn't if they received song lyrics, to one of their two happy songs, from the Alpha of the wolf pack in their town and who they still really had a thing for?
The question was: why?
Why did he put a slip of paper, with the words to one of my happy songs, through my letter box? Tilting my head to the side slightly, I trudged up the stairs, and into my room. As soon as I got up there, I made my way towards my desk, so I could place the little note thing in a box – so what, I wanted to keep it. Which was when I found a note attached to my computer. It was the wrong way round, so I couldn't see what the note said, so I reached up and pulled it off. This one was bigger than the one that had been posted through my letter box, and when I found why I couldn't help but smile a little.
But I won't hesitate
No more, no more.
It cannot wait,
I'm yours.
Well, open up your mind and see like me,
Open up your plans and damn you're free.
Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love.
Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing, we're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved
So I won't hesitate
No more, no more.
It cannot wait,
I'm sure.
There's no need to complicate.
Our time is short.
This is our fate,
I'm yours.
Two Jason Mraz songs, this time 'I'm Yours', both my happy songs, being sent on little notes to me by the Alpha of the Beacon Hills werewolf Pack. And those sections in particular? Well, could you blame me for smiling just a little? Sure, I had turned the colour of a tomato, but we could look past that. I placed the second note on top of the first, placing them both into an empty box for safe keeping.
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