Things were different, they weren't better and they weren't worse but they were different. Lydia and Scott made it so Stiles was never alone. In every class there was someone to be with Stiles, watching him or talking to him, Stiles didn't really mind either way. He was the same hyperactive teen he always was and things were going fine. Until it happened again, the pack had taken up the habit of popping into room every once in a while. They almost never found him doing anything incriminating, he was sleeping, or eating, or watching TV, and one time jacking off. He had taken to doing that in his bathroom now. One day, December 10th to be exact, Derek decided to visit our friend Stiles to talk about a Christmas present for Scott. There was nothing unusually about the day, it was rainy and a bit nippy but all seemed to be right with the world, Until Derek got within walking distance of Stile's closed window. The unmistakable sent of blood and Marijuana was pouring from his bedroom in abundance. Derek climbed the wall and went in through the window to see Stiles splayed out on his bed, eyes closed as his entire body moved to the floating jams of Slow Kids at Play. His wrist was hanging off the bed and was dripping blood onto the carpet.

"Stiles" Derek wanted to shout but the way he felt he was happy his voice came out above a whisper.

Stile's eyes shot open "Derek!" wither he be stoned or scared Stiles was still Stiles as he rolled out of the bed and onto the floor and flailed his arms around "What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask a question about Scott" Derek got closer to Stiles and knelt on the carpet capturing the bloody wrist in his own large hands, Stiles didn't even flinch. "What happened here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked pulling away from Derek's grip to "I got high and took out my life's problems on my lips"

Derek looked at him

"Lips" Stiles giggled "I meant wrists" He crawled over to the dresser and grabbed the *bowl off of it "S's are super splendid" he giggled again, He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and took a drag, he crawled over to Derek and breathed the smoke into his face "Surprise" he laughed. Derek didn't know what to do, the smell of weed was strong in the room and unlike alcohol Marijuana could affect him.

"Stiles why did you cut yourself?"
"Don't remember" He shrugged offering the bowl to Derek whom shook his head no "Dude I'm not telling you a damn thing if you don't get high with me"

Derek took the bowl hesitantly before taking a deep breath and putting the device to his lips; Stiles grinned as he lit it for Derek and laughed when Derek coughed on his first drag.

"Your first time?"

Derek shook his head no "It's just been a while" he took another hit, smaller this time so his lungs would be okay. "Now start talking" as he spoke he breathed pot smoke into Stile's face causing the teen to giggle

"I don't know man" He shrugged "I woke up this morning and just, decide that I was gonna smoke weed today. I have no reason other than fun"

"Did I mention" Derek took another drag, enjoying the light headedness he was starting to feel "That I can tell when you're lying"

Stiles sighed and took the bowl from Derek "You're gonna laugh at me"

"I'm high" Derek pointed out "I'm gonna laugh at everything."

Stiles sighed again, "I got into a fight with my dad last night" he tried to shrug it off but Derek could hear his heart flutter "He found out that I was cutting myself and he flew into a rage"

"So you cut yourself some more?"

Stiles took another drag and made a face "Probably not the best idea"

"And I know they've stopped bleeding but there really deep"

Stiles shrugged "That's why I lit up, depressions a bad scene and weed is my drug."

Derek laughed and reached over to grab the bowl but lost his balance and ended up lying down on the floor. "My drugs attention" he mumbled playing with the fringe on the carpet "I am an addict"

"I feel you there man" Stiles nodded taking another drag from the bowl and blowing it in Derek's general direction "hey can I ask you a serious question right now?"

"Go ahead"

"How did you deal with the whole shit that happened to your family?"

Derek sat up and took another drag from the bowl before answering "I didn't"

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't deal with it. I act like it doesn't bother me but it's eat me up inside all the time. I was personally responsible for the death of my family so I have to fight with that shit all the time. Your mother had cancer"

Stiles was silent as he took in this information grasping for words he finally settled on "Kate was a crazy bitch" to which Derek agreed with a nod of his head

"Let's make a deal" Derek said "only between the two of us"

Stiles nodded "what kind of deal"

"Whenever you're upset and feel like cutting, find me. Text me no matter what I could be doing and let me know how you feel. I'll bring a bag of weed and we can do this as much as you want."

Stile's eyes lit up "Fine but only if you promise to do the same thing"

Derek nodded and smiled at the teen "You're not a total fuck up Stiles"

"Yeah? Well you're not the biggest sour wolf I've ever met" he thought for a moment "Hey about this deal, let's seal it with a kiss"

Derek tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy but his facial expression was one of amusement "I know weed makes you horny but you need to calm down"

Stiles laughed and grabbed the bowl "I take a puff, you take a puff and we kiss and share the smoke. That way if either of us fucks up the deal we both have a bit of leeway"

Derek wanted to say no but the allure of the bowl and the fact that Stiles' lips were such a pretty pale pink had him reaching for the bowl to take a hit right after Stiles. He grabbed the back of Stile's head and brought them in slowly, as their lips touched Stiles let out his smoke in a sigh of bliss and moved himself closer to the wolf. Derek made himself available as Stiles climbed into his lap and deepened the kiss just a fraction just before pulling back. They both looked at each other before they busted out laughing

"We are way too high" Stiles laughed as he whipped off his mouth

Derek was too beyond words to speak as he laughed and rubbed at his mouth as well, Stiles was a good friend and maybe when neither of them required a therapist they could be more. "When's your dad coming back?"

"He always works double shifts when we fight. He'll be home around noon tomorrow" Stiles snorted as he fought to get up "I have doughnuts downstairs"

"Fuck yes" Derek and Stiles fought with gravity to become vertical and helped each other down the stairs. They watched corny movies on TV and demolished the entire population of cereal in the house. Yeah they both had their share of issues but they were still teenagers with feelings and emotions. And if Derek kissed Stiles' cuts and Stiles cried until they fell asleep on the couch, well who was to judge them?


My muse wasn't sad but I was so this is why it's awkwardly fluffy and sad. I think this might be the end guys. unless you have any suggestions I'm gonna rap it up here. a bit of Sterek, weed, and doughnuts. literally my three favorite things. tnx 4 the support lovlies. check out my other stuff for less angst