Stiles looked to the sky. He watched as the clouds went by and felt the wind flow through the field. The sky is so blue, he thought. Beside him was his best friend Scott. They have been friends longer than he can remember and have always done things together. That includes sitting on a green hill watching clouds float by when said friend is depressed.
It all changed when Allison Argent came around. They were always two peas in a pod and nothing was going to change that. This also happened to be the same time Scott was bitten by a werewolf.
Their friendship was put to the test because no matter what they were doing, Scott was always thinking of Allison. There was no more Stiles and Scott time. The only time they were together now is when its Stiles, Scott and Allison, all the other times it's just Scott and Allison.
I sighed and looked over at Scott. His eyes were closed and his dark hair was blowing with the wind. He was wearing a heavy jacket and blue jeans because it was slightly cold outside. Not that it mattered to him, since he's a werewolf and all. One of his eyes popped open and then the other. Both of his eyes were watching me, waiting for me to say something. Resigning, I looked away and closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch the sky anymore, or the clouds.
"Stiles," Scott said, "We have to talk about what happened. Not just with Allison and me, but with you."
I sat up from where I was sitting and looked at him. The look in his eyes showed that he cared, but it didn't matter. The past was the past and that's where he wanted to keep it.
"Scott, don't worry about it. I'm fine." I said, "What sucks is Mr. Argent sticking a gun at your face and threatening you to not see Allison anymore." Nice. Bring up another topic so he can forget about my problems.
"I don't even know how he knew where we were." Scott exclaimed. "There was no one around, and we were in the middle of the forest. It was probably Derek!"
"Nah man. You know he wouldn't jeopardize you leaving the pack because of Allison. He needs a pack, you just happen to be the best of the one he has."
"I know, it just irritates me though. The only time I see her now is when we're passing each other in class. The sight of her calls to me. Her smell. Her…." Scott stopped.
"What?" I said. I looked at him, and he had the look on him that he was listening to something quiet.
"Someone's out here with us." Scott said and started looking around to see if he could see someone. He started to sniff the air, trying to catch a scent.
"Leave them be, unless they get closer. Then we'll have to kick their ass" I joked. I decided to look around along with him, knowing that he would see something before me, but seeing is better than not.
I heard him sigh beside me, which means it must be a friendly person. Three seconds later I see Derek strut towards where we sat. He has an angry look on his face. Not like that is any different from his other looks. I chuckled to myself. Noting to call him 'Mr. Frowny' every time I got the chance, if he didn't kill me first.
"Where in the hell have you been McCall?" He yelled. Apparently he had been looking for Scott for a while. "You were supposed to be at the meeting twenty minutes ago."
Scott looked at him with a blank face and a tilt to his head. Soon there was going to be smoke rolling out of his ears from the gears turning. I even knew what the meeting was about, which was the Full Moon and how to proceed and make sure no one was hurt.
"Oh!" Scott exclaimed. Finally it clicked. "I thought you said five?"
"It's five thirty now." Derek said, scowling at the boy. I sat there still while they talked amongst themselves. They were going on and on about the do's and don'ts of full moons. None of it mattered to me, unless I was about to get mauled by one of them, so I decided to lie back down and close my eyes.
What seemed like thirty minutes I opened my eyes and yawned. When I looked around Scott and Derek were gone. I got to my feet and looked around the clearing. I couldn't believe that they left me like this, my best friend and his psycho Alpha. I heard a noise to my left. It sounded like a screech, I immediately ran to where the sound was coming from. Sitting next to a fallen tree was a brown cradle and a baby was sitting inside with a blue blanket. I didn't even notice two people step beside me while I looked at the baby.
"Whose baby is that? Stiles?" Scott asked Stiles. But I just shrug my shoulders. Not knowing what to do. I decided the best thing that I could do was pick up the baby and make sure it was okay. When I picked the baby up and held it in my arms I glanced at Derek. His face usually a cool anger, but this look was something entirely different. It was a look that could kill.