By lunchtime I could hear everyone talking about how cute my cousin was. It was kind of embarrassing but at the same time, it wasn't.
I sat down at the table with Isaac, Lydia, Allison, Scott and myself and as I sat down Isaac was smiling "so, I heard your cousin was here. I passed a few girls and they were saying how cute he was. I am sick and tired of it but I must ask, is he really that cute?"
"The last time he came to town he was going out with a girl. He's had plenty of girlfriends, but I've heard that he doesn't really hold a girl often because he doesn't really want a girlfriend anymore."
"Is he gay?" Allison asked.
"I hope not. If he's as cute as everyone says he is, I want a piece of him."
"Lydia! He's, like, 28!"
"So what, that's not too bad."
"Lydia your 17, that's an 11 year age difference!" I'm related to him, and I haven't even had a girlfriend. I'm a disgrace. Scott has had a girlfriend. This is making me sad now. I should stop thinking. Wait-when do I really ever think straight?
"Lydia, even if he was your age, Scott would probably go gay for him."
Scott just looked at me. "No I wouldn't! I'm not gay! I like girls! I always have!"
I decided to mess with him "oh Scott, don't you remember that time when you wanted to kiss a certain girl and you asked if you could practice on me?"
They all looked at us. "I thought we decided to never speak of that again." Scott tried to whisper but he didn't.
"Dude, your mother came into the room and saw it and freaked. I ran out of your room and out the door, I wasn't going to go into your house ever again! It took weeks for me to go back to your house."
Scott laughed "when you ran out mum asked me if I was gay. And I told her that it was a social experiment or something like that."
"Guys, this is just too much information."
Allison's eyes got huge "I KISSED A GUY WHO KISSED STILES? HOW LONG AGO WAS THIS? PLEASE TELL ME YOU WASHED YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP OR SOMETHING."
"Hey is it so bad if I kissed Scott, I mean, seriously? I am hurt Allison. I'm going to die from that slight insult."
"Stiles, you shouldn't have brought that up. You know someone was going to freak out, right? Please tell me you're smart enough to know that at least." Lydia said as she was playing with her nails.
I looked at Lydia "hey what is this, insult Stiles day?"
"Yes."
They all said, as Allison laughed.
"You guys are so mean."
"I'll see you later at Stiles' house!" I heard Scott yell as I walked down the hallway, and I waved my hand at him. "They haven't really changed much" I whispered, laughed and shook my head as I got into the Impala.
As I pulled into their driveway, I pulled out the key and when I got inside I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. When I woke up again, I heard the sound of another car, I walked up to the window and saw Stiles' Jeep. To be honest, I liked the car. Then I saw Scott, Stiles, and three others getting out of his Jeep, two girls and one guy.
I opened the door and I smiled and waved. When they entered the house Stiles and Scott hugged me. I'm not a big hugger, but whatever. I'll allow this. They haven't seen me since they were very small, and I have to admit, they were cute little children.
"So who's your group of friends, Stiles?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot. This is Isaac" he pointed to a blond haired boy. This is Lydia," he pointed to a strawberry blonde girl and then a dark haired girl, "and this is Allison. And, of course, you know Scott."
I smiled my charming smile "nice to meet you all. I'm glad to see that Stiles has made more friends since the last time I saw him."
"It's nice to meet you, too. You don't know how much Scott has been talking about you. Stiles has too, but not as much as Scott." Isaac said, smirking.
"Hey! You're the one that asked about him!"
"I didn't want to know about his underwear".
Scott looked at me "I promise I did not talk about that."
We all laughed. "Looks like its Scott's turn to get burned, huh?" Stiles smiled and laughed. He's been doing a lot of that lately. It makes me happy to see him smiling.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Your dad asked me to come by."
"Why?"
"Do you want to know now, or later? And don't get upset, okay?"
"I won't, Dean."
I sighed. "Your father thinks you need to spend time away from Becan Hills, so he asked if you could stay with me, since you like me so much and he trusts me with your life. He trusts me with his life, and he knows that since I've raised one kid for a while, I can raise you until he thinks…" I continued, but stopped mid-sentence. "Stiles, are you alright?"
"He doesn't want me?"
"Stiles he wants you to be safe, and he doesn't think it's safe enough for you here. You'll be here on the holidays, every holiday. Well, almost every holiday that I can get you here. You father loves you and wants the best for you, alright?
The whole room became silent. Just like that saying during Christmas 'nothing was stirring, not even a mouse'.
"Well, at least it's you that's taking me and not someone else."
"Are you okay with this, though?"
"I'd rather stay with my friends, but, you know, everything happens for a reason, right?" He half smiled.
I looked at his friends and they looked sad. "Sorry to be taking he away from you guys, but it isn't forever."
Before I could even blink they all tackled Stiles into a hug, at the same time and they all fell on top of him."
"Guys, you're squishing me." He laughed.
Hours later everyone but Scott went home. "Stiles, you know that Derek will want to talk to you about this." He whispered.
"Ugh, just tell him not to throw me against a wall again. Seriously, I'm a squishy human. I'm not super, you know?"
Scott hugged Stiles "tomorrow, just for a few hours you need to talk to him. You may not realize this, but he will miss you. You know that, right?"
"He'd better. I'm the one that's saved his butt plenty of times."
"Yes, Stiles, we know."
"So, who's Derek?"
Stiles looked at me "just a friend that I framed for murder a long, long time ago."
"You are friends with someone that you said murdered someone?" I'm getting concerned for this kid.
"He didn't kill anyone, he just kind of creped me out at first. Not anymore, though."
"I heard he slammed you into walls?"
"It's only when I'm bein' a smart mouth."
"Oh". I don't think I like this 'Derek' guy so far.
Seconds later I heard something fall upstairs.
"Uh, I'll go and see what fell". Stiles ran up the stairs, and I heard him say "DEREK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE CAN'T YOU EVER USE THE DOOR?"
"Uh, I'll go and see what fell". I said as I ran up the stairs, and I said "DEREK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE CAN'T YOU EVER USE THE DOOR?"
He closed the door and slammed me into the wall. Not a surprise anymore, really. "You're leaving?! WHY?"
"My dad said I shouldn't be here for a while, I don't know I'm not a mind reader Derek! Oh, and lemme go. I have a guest down stairs and I could just yell 'burglar in my room, go grab my dad's gun'."
He glared at me and let me go. "Thank you very much."
"How are we supposed to protect you if you aren't here for us to protect you?"
"Wow, Derek Hale actually cares about Stiles. Who would have known?" I said sarcastically.
"Everyone except for you apparently", he whispered and left, so I went back downstairs.
"So, what fell?" Dean raised his eyebrows, "or was it Derek?" He smiled.
"Oh. You heard me, huh?"
"I have good hearing."
"So, can you help me pack my things?"
"You told him? I thought you were going to wait!"
"I panicked, alright? I'm not going to lie to him. He's going to be with me for 7 months. I don't want him to not trust me."
Stan sighed "you're right. You're right, but I still wish you would have waited."
"Sorry. But he is packing right now. He took it pretty well, to be honest."
"Really," his voice was full of shock, "I wouldn't have thought that, really."
"He said that he was happy that he was going to live with me, and not someone that he hates."
He sighed "yeah, at least that."
"He's a good kid. I thought he may have changed, but, nope, he hasn't. "
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I think it just depends on him."