Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf nor do I make a profit out of it. All rights go to MTV & Jeff Davis
Warning: This story consists of male/male relations. Don't like it, don't read.
Stiles Stilinski was the type of person who loved putting people in a good mood. He always wants to make somebody happy, to make them smile. It makes him happy inside that they are happy. Stiles has always put everybody else but himself first ever since his mom died when he was just 13 years old. He promised to always make others feel just as happy as he felt when his mom was still alive. When his mother died Scott, Stiles' best friend since they were infants, was always there to help him feel better that was until Scott met a girl named Allison. Stiles doesn't hate her but dislikes her because she stole Scott from him, his best friend. Ever since Scott and Allison began dating Scott blew Stiles off countless times, but he never realized it… until now.
"I'm so SICK of hearing about Allison all the time!" Stiles roared in anger. "What about me Scott? Do you even know how many times you blew me off?! I miss my best friend, the person who was there for me when my mom died, the person who would always do everything with me. Where is that person?!" Scott flinched at those words that were coming out of his best friends mouth. He didn't realize that he was being a douche to Stiles, he was just mesmerized by Allison. "Stiles, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, it's jus that Alliso-," "EXACTLY! ALLISON! Always about ALLISON! I am getting sick and tired of her always trying to get rid of me." "Stiles, she's not trying to get rid of you." "Tell her that you dick!" Stiles left arm swung and connected with Scott's jaw. Scott whimpered and fell on the ground looking shocked that his best friend actually punched him, something he has never done, ever. "Sti-," "NO! I don't want to talk to you right now. I'll… see you later, Scott." Stiles turned around and walked back to his car, not caring about Scott's reaction. He got in his car and drove home.
"Hey Dad, time for bed." Stiles said after he walked in his home to see his father passed out on the couch with the remote in his hand and four empty beer bottles. He swung his father's arm around his shoulder's and carried him upstairs and put him to bed. He closed his dad's door and headed to his room. He sighed and decided to take a shower. Stiles began crying in the shower because he punched his best friend in the mouth. He regretted it because he is now afraid that their friendship has ended.
Stiles steps out of the shower and wraps the towel around his waist as he cleans his ears with cotton swabs. He throws the cotton swabs into the trash and went back into his room only to see Derek sitting in his computer chair. Startled, Stiles jumped a little because he had no idea how Derek freakin' Hale got into his house. "What the hell did you do to Scott? He is crying and eating ice cream, while watching Star Wars and not talking." Derek said as he got up and sat down on Stiles bed. "First of all, what the fuck are you doing in my house? Second of all, the son of a bitch had it coming. Tell him to go shove his head up Allison's ass some more." Derek sighed because Stiles was right, Scott had been a jerk to Stiles lately but this was still no excuse for Stiles to hit Scott in the face. "Why did you hit him? You had no right to do th-," "No right?! I had EVERY right to do that, Hale. Now… get the fuck out of my room or I swear to God I will shoot you in the head with wolfsbane bullets. Derek looked unfazed but was shocked on the inside. He had no fucking idea that innocent little Stiles had an evil side, let alone a temper. Derek got up from Stiles' bed and walked up to him, so that they were just 1 inch apart. Shockingly Derek pulled Stiles into a hug, feeling sorry for how his best friend was treating him so unfairly, it made Derek's wolf howl in anger and pain. He hated seeing Stiles hurt.
Stiles relaxed into the hug and hugged Derek back, he soon tensed back up because he tasted salt, not realizing that he was crying and not to mention, soaking Derek's shirt. Derek rubbed circles on Stiles' back trying to comfort him. "Hey, hey, shhh.. it's okay, Stiles. Scott doesn't hate you, he knows you're right and deeply regrets choosing Allison over you. Stiles began sobbing, "I am so sorry D'rek, I never m-meant to h-hurt him!" Stiles has clinging onto Derek and Derek let him. "I know, I know, and he know's that too. Stiles pushed away to get dressed, he changed into his Batman PJ's. Completely unfazed that Derek is watching him with a blush on his cheeks. Stiles smirks. Come, you have had a long day today, rest." Derek led Stiles to his bed and put him down, and covered his body with a blanket. Derek headed towards Stiles' window to leave until Stiles grabbed his wrist and pulled him lightly. "Sleep with me, tonight. Please? I don't want to be alone.." Stiles blushed, he was embarrassed. Derek chuckled and nodded. Stiles smiled and moved over so he could make room for Derek to join him. Derek got inside the bed and kissed Stiles' head while mumbling a "goodnight". Stiles hummed and kissed Derek's collarbone, catching Derek off guard and then hummed, drifting off to sleep.