Stiles was walking around the streets late one night. It's the third night he's been out on his own and he was scared. It all started when he got kicked out of his house after coming out to his dad. Now he has no money and he starving. When it started to rain he saw a diner close by and went inside. He went into the back booth and leans his head against the window. About ten minutes later a plate of food was placed in front of him. "Hey, I didn't order anything."
"I know." The man said. "I ordered it for you."
Stiles looked down at the plate of food. "But I don't have the money for it."
"It's already paid for." He said. "Besides you look like you could use something to eat." He sat down across from Stiles. "How old are you son?"
"Sixteen" Stiles said starting to eat his food.
"Why are out this late on a school night?" He asked.
Stiles sighed "I don't have anywhere else to go. My dad kicked me out on my ass with no money." He started to eat the food.
"My name is Peter." He said. "What's yours?"
"Stiles." He said looking up at the man.
"What happened to your face Stiles?" Peter asked, noticing the bruise under his eye.
Stiles looked down. "Nothing I just got in a fight a while ago."
"That looks pretty fresh to me." Peter said. "Are you sure that you didn't just get that?"
Stiles stopped eating. "Why do you care, I mean I don't even know you."
"Because I know what it's like." Peter said. "I was you once when I was sixteen. Got kicked out by my folks after I came out. Lived on the streets for a while. Then I got taken in by a stranger and he made sure that I always had a place to call home. When I took his place after he died I promised myself that I wasn't going to let anyone go through what I went through."
"And now you're trying to do the same thing for me." Stiles said.
"I have plenty of room." Peter said. "There are other kids your age there too and they can help you get through this. My nephew and his friends don't judge and you'll always be safe there."
Stiles shook his head. "Thanks but I'll be okay." He was finished eating so he got up and threw his bag over his shoulder. "And thanks for buying me food, no one has ever been so nice to me."
"You're welcome."Peter said pulling out a card. "If you change your mind you're welcome to come."
Stiles took the card from him. "Thanks."
Peter watched him leave and couldn't help but feel like this was once the same story for him when he was younger. Picking up the plate he headed back to work.
…
Stiles walked around some more, trying to find a place to rest because he was exhausted. He cursed when it started raining. Pulling out the card he went to the address that was on it. He stared at the huge house before him and headed up the stairs. He knocked on the door and stepped back sticking his hands in his pockets. The door opened a someone his age stepped out.
"May I help you?" He said.
Stiles looked around. "Um my name is Stiles and I'm looking for Peter Hale."
"Oh." Derek said. "My name is Derek and you must be Stiles. My Uncle told me about you." He stepped to the side. "Come on in."
Stiles closed the door behind him and followed him into the house. Walking through the living room he saw other kids that went to his school watching TV. He followed Derek out to the back patio where Peter and his partner Chris were.
"Uncle Pete there is someone here to see you." Derek said.
Peter stood up. "Hey Sties." He said walking over to him. "I see you've met my nephew Derek and this is my partner Chris."
"Hi." Stiles said. "You don't mind that I came?"
Peter shook his head. "No I told you that you're welcome here and you can stay as long as you like." He took the bag from Derek. "Hey tell the others to call it a night."
"Alright." Derek said. "It was nice to meet you." He said walking off.
Stiles found himself smiling. "You too."
"Come on." Peter said. "I'll show you to where you'll be staying." He headed upstairs and down the hall to where Stiles was staying. "There is plenty of food in the kitchen and you're welcome to anything. The bathroom is down the hall and if you need anything Derek is right across from you. He'll get you anything you need."
"Thank you." Stiles said.
"You're welcome." Peter said closing the door behind him.
…...
Stiles grabbed his dry clothes and headed to one of the bathrooms. Fifteen minute later he was heading back to his room when he ran into Derek. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Derek said. "Are you finding everything okay?"
Stiles blushed and nodded. "Yeah thanks."
"Well just to give you a heads up Jackson has an attitude problem." Derek said. "Just don't take it personally because he's kind of a dick to everyone but Danny. Everyone else is pretty cool."
"How long have you been here?" Stiles asked.
"I got kicked out at fifteen by my dad then my Uncle took me in." Derek said. I've been here ever since and the other are close friends of mine who are going through their own problems. A few of them only stay a few day a week. My Uncle really took all of us in when no one else would." He smiled. "I don't know where I would be if he wasn't here, he saved my life."
"Hey?" Jackson said walking up behind them. "Who's the new guy?"
"Jackson this is Stiles." Derek said.
Jackson smiled. "I've seen you in school before. Isn't he that nerd who tripped in the hallway and landed flat on his face a week ago?"
"Shut up dude" Derek snapped.
"I should go.'" Stiles said walking back to his room.
"Stiles wait." Derek said. "Don't be like that he's always like this. Even sometimes with my Uncle." He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "He's a dick mot of the time but once you get to know him you'll see that he' cool."
Stiles sat on the bed. "He called me a fag before you know, even though he's gay too. In school he always picks on me and I don't think I can live under the same roof with him."
Derek sighed. "It's going to get better but you have to give it some time. My Uncle will take care of you just like he's done with all of us."
Stiles nodded. "For now can you just keep him away from me."
"He won't do anything to you." Derek said. "You'll be safe here."
"Thanks." Stiles said.
"Well I'll let you get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning." Derek said walking off.
"Night." Stiles said watching him go.
…...
The next morning Stiles was woken up by Derek. "What's going on?"
"We're going to be late for school." Derek said. "Last night while you were asleep I washed your clothes and found more that you might be able to fit."
"Thinks." Stiles said getting up.
When Stiles was finished getting dressed he left the house with Derek.
…...
Jackson and the others were sitting at the bus stop when Derek drove by. He saw Stile sitting in the passengers side. "Are you serious?"
"What?" Danny said looking over at him.
"We've known Derek for years now and he's never once let us in that car." Jackson said. "Stiles has been here one night and he's taking that freak to school whole we have to ride the bus."
"Dude seriously." Isaac said. "I don't see what the big deal is."
Scott smiled. "Maybe Derek has a crush on Stiles."
"Whatever." Jackson said sitting back on the bench.
"Why do you sound jealous?" Danny asked.
"Shut up." Jackson said. "I'm not jealous."
Danny sighed. "Whatever you say."
Jackson just glared at the bus as it got closer, getting on they headed to school.
A/N Re-Post soon thanks 4 reading
