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Not a crush anymore

Chapter 2

The next morning Stiles woke up, after having woken up every few hours because his dream always came back, in a very cranky mood. His heart ached with an unrequited feeling of want and need while his head thought both feelings were stupid to begin with.

His morning routine was done on autopilot since the teenager either focused too much on his tall, dark and handsome obsession or he focused too much on not thinking about Derek which automatically brought thoughts of the nineteen-year-old werewolf back into Stiles' mind.

It was a vicious and unbreakable circle that left Stiles in an even worse mood then the one he had woken up in. Before he knew it the teenager was already sitting in his and his father's kitchen eating breakfast while his father, the Sheriff, was on the phone with one of his officers.

Normally Stiles would have one ear listening in, but today the teen couldn't even bring himself to care about anything that wasn't male, nineteen and a werewolf. Well and was called Derek Hale. Sheriff Stilinsky raised an eyebrow in his son's direction when he noticed Stiles nursing his glass of orange juice with even less enthusiasm than normal.

Not that the Sheriff wasn't used to false or small enthusiasm from his son. It was a school day after all and no real teenager was enthusiastic about getting up at 6 AM to go to school. He didn't fool himself there, but commonly when he was on the phone with Officer Parks, or any other Officer really, his son was suddenly bright eyed and bushy tailed listening to anything and everything he could.

The older man quickly wrapped up his conversation with Parks and put the phone away. He looked at his son with concern as Stiles. Finished his juice and stared miserably at his slice of toast. When the teen reached for the jaw of peanut butter in the middle of the table the Sheriff softly but firmly grasped his son's wrist and cleared his throat.

Stiles looked up at his father with little care for what the man had to say to him. He was saving all the false happiness and caring for school so that Scott wouldn't find out what was wrong with him. Stiles knew Scott wasn't homophobic, he did, after all, have no ill feelings towards Danny but he didn't spend a shit load of time with Danny either.

The teenager was scared that Scott wouldn't want to be friends anymore because he was afraid Stiles would, the teen shuddered at the thought, try something with him. And the point was he wouldn't! Not ever. Not that Scott wasn't attractive or something like that, but Stiles didn't want him. He only wanted...

And the bad mood was back with even more force than before.

"Stiles is everything okay?"

He thought about his father's question for a while. Was everything okay? Well there was his unrequited gay love for Derek Hale, the fear the his best friend wouldn't want to be friends anymore because of it and of course the fact that his father wasn't the 'I really don't care that my son is gay' type.

Not that his father was homophobic or had ever given any indication that he was, but Stiles still didn't even have the slightest idea how the sheriff would react. He tried to put a smile on his lips and was sure he failed miserably. Especially if his father's reaction to the smile was anything to go by. The sheriff raised and eyebrow at his son's feeble attempt to form something as simple as a smile, but said nothing waiting and wanting for his son to answer.

"I'm fine."

Being a sheriff meant that you were pretty good at telling when someone is lying to you. Some people sweat or stuttered and Stiles had the mannerism to look away as soon as he told the lie. It was a fairly obvious, but also common tell.

He let go of his son's wrist but continued to look at Stiles. It hurt a little that his son, obviously, didn't trust him or just didn't want to talk to him about it. Somehow it made him feel like he was being a bad father. And if he was he very well wanted to know so he could change it!

"Bullshit."

Stiles lifted his head quicker than seemed healthy to the sheriff. He knew it would get his son's attention since he rarely swore. At least he rarely swore in front of Stiles. Unshed tears filled his son's eyes and the man got up from his chair and walked over to the boy. He grabbed his son's wrist again and pulled the teen into a firm embrace.

Stiles stopped trying to hold back and let his tears fall. He cried about Derek, about his fears concerning Scott and those concerning his father. He let go completely, sobbing into his father's shoulder. The sheriff drew, what he hoped were, soothing circles onto his son's lower back as Stiles fisted his hands in the back of his father's sheriff's uniform.

They stood like that for a while until Stiles stopped crying and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. The boy didn't let go of his father though. Once his eyes were somewhat less wet than before, Stiles drew his father back into the embrace so he wouldn't have to look at his father's expression while he told the man about his 'problem'.

He was still scared about what his father would say, but if the man let him cry into his shoulder without saying he was acting like a girl Stiles hoped his father would understand, at least a little. The teen took a deep breath and buried his face further in his father's jacket before he started to talk.

"Dad I... I think I'm..."

Stiles trailed off. He wasn't even sure his father had understood a single word of what he had said so far. Even to his own ears the words were quiet and barley understandable seeing as they were spoken into his father's work clothes.

He lifted his face from his father's chest and locked eyes with the man. Stiles thought there may be a twenty-five percent chance he would get his liver kicked out of him, but it was a chance he wasn't just willing to take but knew he had to take. He breathed in deeply again and spoke.

"Dad I think I'm gay."

A/N: Chapter 2! What'd ya think?