Hey guys this is a Sterek fic I wrote based on the 10 things I hate about you poem that's from the movie 10 things I hate about of you
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I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
Stiles sat there staring intently at the screen. Memorising each word, wide eyed and filled with Sorrow.
The poem reminded him of how Derek's and his relationship was.
Stiles had hated the way Derek talked to him, with his always serious talk and how he never hardly smiled.
Stile hated to admit it but he loved Derek's, how each black strand would stand tall and spiked. It was beyond hot.
Stiles loved had always loved his car but had a soft spot for Derek's car. It was a camaro, it was a sleek car that was amazing.
Stiles got shy and intimidated when Derek looked at him, or even if they exchanged looks for a split of a second Stiles's insides turned to goo.
Derek didn't wear combat boots but he did wear.
Stiles grew aggravated when Derek knew exactly what he was thinking or about to say. It aggravated him that someone could have that kind of power over him.
Stiles had though or felt as though he hated Derek, but he never did. He had always loved him even if it had taken him a long time to admit it to himself and to Derek.
Derek had an ability to always be right, he hates the fact he could never get anything right. That Derek was always right and stiles was wrong. it was just so unfair.
Derek had a tendency to lie or as he called it 'misinform' Stiles of any and every plan he had. Completely leave him out of important things. He hated, he really did.
Stiles wanted to laugh at Derek most of the time, Derek was so serious it bored him to death.
Stiles never wanted Derek to know but he cried a lot of the time, there way nights where be cried himself to sleep. Derek made him feel puny and incompetent. He felt like a child compared to Derek, where as Derek was a muscular man with Looks that could kill.
Stiles loved Derek and it pained him gravely when Derek wasn't around. Despite Derek's ability to make Stiles feel horrible he still loved Him
An everything about him. Stiles loved Derek's voice, especially the way it sounded when he was in trouble or stressed. His voice sounded sexy, sexier than usually when he was In distress.
It made Stiles sick that he could ever think he hated Derek when he knew deep down inside, that not one single Part of him ever did.
Tears streamed down the sides of Stiles' face as he remembered the way he felt around Derek, even when he wasn't around Stiles still felt for him. Stiles missed Derek so much since he had died. Derek had died a year ago from a hunter, that joined alliances along side the Argent's.
Derek's last words to Stiles to was "never forget I love you." Stiles got goose bumps at the memory of his last moments with Derek.
Stiles began to sob and cry as he turned off his Mac and lied down on his bed. He began to whimper as he cried him self to sleep, cuddling his pillow as he drifted to sleep.