So I Fell In Love With Teen Wolf The Second That It Came Out. And For Some Reason, I Love Derek And Scott Together! So This Is An Idea That Popped Into My Head When I Was Listening To The Song Permanent December By Miley Cyrus, The Song Is Slightly Different Than How The Story Is Going To Go, But The Title Fits. Hope You Enjoy!(:
Chapter 1
Trust
He couldn't remember how he had gotten to where he was now. Sure, he knew exactly where he was and how far away it was from civilization, but he didn't know why he had showed up. Sometimes, Scott McCall just knew that he was too nice, that people used that kindness to their advantage. But never in a million years would Scott think that he would be getting used by Derek Hale.
Derek, the town badass that never seemed to be seen unless he wanted to be, had sent Scott a text message earlier that night asking him to come over. Initially, Scott said that he would just ignore it. But then he remembered that reason that Derek had his number in the first place...Derek was a werewolf. Just like Scott was. Of course, Scott was only sixteen and naïve when it came to the rules of being a werewolf, but Derek was twenty-three, and the new Alpha.
Something about those facts made Scott jump up and ride his beaten up mountain bike through the woods to the burned down Hale house. The outside was very creepy. Everything from the porch steps to the shingled roof was charred. The windows were still in place, but some had permanent smoke damage to the rims and where completely dirty. Scott had been there before, but the last time had been three weeks ago when Derek, Scott, Stiles (Scott's best friend), and Allison and Mr. Argent had killed Derek's uncle, the Alpha, and Derek became the new leader of the town's werewolf pack. (Which as of now only consisted of Scott and Derek.)
Scott walked up to the door and thought about whether or not he should knock. His thoughts were soon eliminated as the door opened itself. Derek stood in the doorway in a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. His black hair was messy and his skin looked pale and worn.
"Dude, Derek, are you okay?" Scott asked taking notice to his fellow wolf's odd appearance.
Derek rolled his blue green eyes and turned his tattooed back on Scott. Without awaiting an invitation inside, Scott crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him.
"Derek, I'm talking to you!" Scott yelled as he followed the other male into a dark room that appeared to once be a kitchen.
The room looked like the rest of the house did-as if it would collapse at any minute. Cabinet doors hang from their hinges, floor boards were either missing or were bent upward. The stove was black from what Scott assumed to be from the fire. There was an island in the middle of the room which had two old boxes of pizza and a white grocery bag that seemed new. Derek sat at a dining table on the far side of the room, next to the window that was illuminating the room with the light from the moon.
Scott walked toward Derek, stopping to look in the bag. There was a bottle of 1800 Tequila, a pack of cigarettes, and a tin of chocolate chip cookies.
"I didn't know that you liked cookies." Scott said attempting to get a response. He sat in the chair furthest from the other male.
"Yeah well there is a lot you don't know Scott." Derek said and looked up at Scott with empty eyes.
Scott forced himself to look anywhere besides Derek. "Is there a reason that you called me over here?"
Derek stood up and retrieved the bottle of liquor, cigarettes and cookies. He came back to the table and sat directly next to Scott.
"Today," he paused. "Today is my sister's birthday. And I heard that its bad to celebrate alone, or to drink by yourself. And in case you didn't know, not many people like me here. So, you're the only person that I knew would come. That and you're the only person I want to see me like this." Derek explained and then took a long swig of tequila.
It all made sense to Scott in that moment. Derek trusted him enough to be there at his lowest. Scott opened the container with the cookies and took one for himself. He picked up a second one and held it to Derek. The two locked eyes at the gesture before Derek bent his head down and bit into the cookie as Scott held it for him.
This continued until the cookies were gone and Derek was still drinking his tequila. Derek went for the cigarettes and Scott made a noise of disapproval.
"What?" Derek asked.
Scott thought the noise was made in his head and not out loud. "I don't like when people smoke." He answered simply.
"Why the fuck not?" Derek scoffed. Scott winced at the tone in his voice. Derek had never curses in front of, or at him before. He felt a sting in his chest.
"My dad smoked, and he died of lung cancer four years ago." Scott looked down at his scuffed up tennis shoes.
He looked up at the sound of plastic being crinkled. Derek had balled the pack of smokes up in his hand and tossed them on the floor. Scott smile weakly and Derek nodded back.
The two sat in silence for a moment as Derek continued to drink. Scott looked at his phone and saw that it was one in the morning.
"I think I should go home. I have school tomorrow." It was Thursday and tomorrow was the Varsity lacrosse game.
"Stay with me." It wasn't a question.
Scott looked into Derek's eyes and knew that he was hurting. He sighed and nodded in agreement. Scott stood up and helped Derek stand. He led him up there stairs with minimal difficulties.
The bedroom that Derek slept in was different from the other rooms. The walls were redone and painted a midnight blue. There was a king sized bed against the wall with a brass metal railed headboard with iron flowers in different spots. Scott laid Derek on the bed. He then took his own shoes and socks off. He removed his grey hoodie and t-shirt. Left in his jeans, Scott climbed on the bed and got under the black comforter. As he started to doze off, a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist and his back is pressed against a firm chest.
"I love you Scotty." Derek mumbled.
Scott was shocked. He didn't know what to say back, so he didn't say anything. He just fell asleep against Derek's body.
