"I don't know what to do anymore."
The first words that Stiles had said in three hours. That day had been fairly calm in all, watching the football game silently while Scott talked on and on about Allison. Not once did Scott ask Stiles how he was. Stiles didn't really mind because he was used to it by now. Stiles helped Scott with his break up with Allison but never asked Stiles if he was okay with Lydia and Jackson being together despite everything.
Scott looked over at Stiles and was briefly stunned. "What?" Scott inquired.
"You know what I said. I said I don't know what to do anymore."
"About what?"
"Anything I guess."
Scott finally realized that he hadn't even thought about what Stiles was feeling at the moment.
"Jesus, Stiles, I'm sorry! I never even remembered to ask you."
"Well, I'm fine if you were wondering. I'm just confused" Stiles wasn't confused. He was hateful at everyone. Fucking Derek, fucking Lydia, and fucking Jackson. Derek made him feel underappreciated for everything. Lydia made him feel like he was scum on the bottom of her perfect little heels and Jackson made him feel… What did Jackson make him feel? It was a mix of jealousy and hate. Stiles was just a little ball of hate.
Scott sighed, obviously relieved.
"Okay good. Do you want to talk?"
"No. Commercial break is over anyways."
Stiles continued to stay silent and blankly stare at the screen until Scott announced he was going to go home. Stiles just nodded.
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Stiles panicked for a moment when he saw that his father wasn't home and it was one a.m. but then he remembered that it was Saturday and that meant all-nighter shifts.
Stiles trudged upstairs and opened his door to find his desk lamp on and a broody figure in his computer chair.
"Jesus Christ! Derek, you are going to make me have heart failure before I even turn 18!"
Derek just grunted and returned to reading one of Stiles's leather bound books and flipped a few pages.
"Excuse me. Is there something you'd like?"
"It was cold in the station."
Stiles rolled his eyes and flipped his other light on. Derek of course made himself at home just when Stiles was about to go to sleep.
"Do you mind?"
"No. I'm comfortable here."
"Where is your gang of brooders?"
"Isaac is at Boyd's and Erica went to her grandparents' house."
Stiles huffed and just decided to not bother. He grabbed his pajamas and shuffled to his bathroom.
He was planning on taking a shower but it was way too creepy with a guy in your bedroom, reading your books. He brushed his teeth and washed his face and all. He shuffled back into his room to find that Derek had made a makeshift bed of Stiles's extra comforter on the floor. Stiles's sighed and kicked Derek over so he could get to his bed and saw that Derek left his filthy clothes on his bed.
"Seriously?!" He whisper-screamed at Derek and threw the clothes at his face. He was not going to wake a sourwolf tonight. He got under the covers of his numerous sheets and pillows that kept him warm on frosty fall nights.
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When Stiles woke up in mid-morning, he saw the clothes were gone and the comforter neatly folded on his computer chair and his books back in place. Stiles got up and made his bed and checked his phone and all that, put the comforter away and rolled his eyes at the book under the bed that Derek must have been reading before he fell asleep. Little Red Riding Hood. How fucking ironic. Stiles scoffed and put the book back and then walked downstairs to see his father passed out on the couch.
"Aw Dad that can't be good for your neck." Stiles poked his dad in the ribs and then gently shook him.
"Humph?"
"Dad, let's get you upstairs."
"Okay, Okay."
Stiles dragged his father up the stairs, into his bedroom and on his bed. He nearly knocked over a photo of his mother and held it up. A small, delicate woman with wispy brown hair and smiling brown eyes and laugh lines holding a baby with her same wide eyes and a small tuff of brown hair. Stiles smiled softly and set the picture down. He hadn't seen that picture in years. He walked out of his father's room and closed the door to hear only muffled snoring. Stiles sat back down in his room to finish his report on a fairytale that could describe his life. He still had two weeks but he wanted to get started early. This one he had to think about.
A/N: Well Hello there! This fanfiction idea came to me over the past few days. I know this will be a multi-chaptered fic and such blah blah blah. Anyways this fic won't be very original. It's based around Little Red Riding Hood and this after season 2 around Octoberish. I need to have some kind of Halloween chapter. Okay toodles! Kyran Mae xx
