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Sorry for the long wait for Chapter 3. Work+School+Writer Block= not much time/creativity one what to write next.
In chapter 2 I replaced it with an update version because I noticed some mistakes of my spelling and I'm a person who can't keep it like that.
Also I like the fact Derek getting called Wolfie had somebody laughing :3
November 6th. 5:03pm.
He didn't!
Oh Stiles was so going to throw his desk chair at somebody now. And that somebody happens to be a guy named Derek Hale. How the hell was Stiles going to hide this from his dad. He glared at the discolored skin on his neck. There was five of them in a line and than one was lone and was at the base where his neck met his shoulder. The invading bruises on his skin known as hickeys. He sighed and padded back to his room and started searching thru his clothes trying to find anything that would cover his neck, so his dad wouldn't ask questions.
Or hopefully if he couldn't it would be either to dark to see them or his dad wasn't looking at his neck. He threw his hands to his sides in frustration. He couldn't find anything. Nothing to cover his neck. Sure he enjoyed it, but Stiles wasn't sure how he was going to explain to someone if he barely understood what happened. He walked out of his room , turning off the light and closing the door leaving it slightly opened and proceed down the stairs. "Hey dad, wanna watch a movie while we eat?" Stiles asked, reaching the bottom step. It would be the best. His dad had agreed.
The pizza had arrived and they picked a movie and ate it while they watched it, one movie turned into two. It wasn't very often Stiles and his dad got to spend time together.
Time 9:54pm.
Stiles' dad called it a night, since he would probably have to wake up early for work and left Stiles down in the living room to finish watching Insidious. Stiles wasn't to fond on how it ended. He wasn't tired yet and he didn't want to go back to his room anyway. Plus why would he want to go to sleep at ten at night on a Friday? He sighed and flicked thru the movies that were on Netflix, trying to find something else to watch. He decided on The Wolf Man. He set the controller down and laid down on his stomach, crossing his arms out in front of him and resting his head on them, turning his head to face the TV as it played the movie.
He began dozing off half way thru and felt as if someone was in the room with him. It was just one of those feelings you got. He went to push up sleepily but hands on his shoulders pushed him back down. Oh no. Someone broke into his house without him noticing. There was no noise or no signal that someone had broken anything.
Derek crept back into Stiles' home around eleven. The teen wasn't in his room. He stood silent in the room. Listening. There were two heartbeats in the home minus his. One was just right down the hall and the other downstairs. The one down the hall was beating a steady one of sleep. The one downstairs was awake but one the verge of sleeping. He quietly made his way down the steps.
A howl occurred from the TV and he looked at it. Wolf Man. He smirked and walked silently over to the couch. He could see Stiles laying on the couch, pushing himself up. He placed his hands on his shoulder and pushed him back down. At that moment his heartbeat picked up and he seemed to be either panicking or thinking of a way to attack Derek. Not knowing it was him. He chuckled and spoke. "You should lock your windows." Derek told him.
Stiles froze at the chuckle. Thinking the person would kill him. "You should lock your windows." Derek had told him. Stiles was relieved it was Derek but remembered what had happened before he left. Stiles flipped himself to find Derek hovering above him, a smirk on his lips. Hands still on shoulders, just the front of them now. "What the hell Derek!" Stiles exclaimed, trying to get up and was aloud to, as he moved his feet Derek took a seat on the couch. Derek had looked at the screen than at Stiles who was still confused.
He smirked when he saw the hickeys he left on the teen's neck. Stiles huffed. "What are you looking at?" Stiles asked Derek, probably already knew what he was looking at but wanted to ask anyway. "Your neck." Derek replied. Stiles hand went up to his neck and than he remembered the hickeys. "That seriously wasn't cool. Do you know how long I spent trying to look for something to cover those up so my dad wouldn't see? I ended up watching two movies in paranoia because I thought he would find out. So thank you Derek Hale, for making me paranoid around my dad." Stiles explained.
Derek listened to the teen talk about his dad, and being paranoid. He just smirked. "What are you smirking about now? You know because you left hickeys on my neck I'm so...throwing...a...chair..at...you." Stiles said, slowing down with what he was saying as Derek was moving towards him, he had climbed over the teen, hands on the arm rest behind Stiles, blocking him in. Stiles looked at him. "What are you do-"Stiles started, but was interrupted by Derek.
"You talk to much." Derek stated. Stiles gave him a look like 'you didn't know that.' Stiles opened his mouth to speak but instead lips were placed on his making it difficult to speak. Though he lost all trace of thought on what he was going to say and kissed back, hands gripping the front Derek's shirt and pulling the wolf closer, Stiles let one leg bend off the couch and the other was laying on the couch straight. There wasn't anything wrong with a late night kiss. Was there?
Certainly not.
Hoped you enjoyed this chapter and again sorry for the long wait on the update. I'll try to be on and writing more frequently. But what did you think my friends? I'll try to get chapter 4 up before or on Wednesday. On a side note. Monday my school gets to dress up for Halloween. I'm going as a werewolf ;) but not a furry one.
