Stiles let out an irritated huff as he pushed his cart down the aisle, still not finding the delicious chocolate Mallomars he came to love. Spotting a worker putting boxes of cereal on the shelf Stiles rolled his cart full of ingredients over to the man.
"Ugh, excuse me." The man looked up with an annoyed look on his face despite the smile he forced on. He was wearing the dress code, khakis and a red button up, the tag on his shirt saying Earl. Stiles wanted to laugh at that because Earl was a funny name, to him at least.
"Can I help you?" The guy said, smile still in full effect.
"Yeah, where are you're Mallomars?" Stiles asked, looking around as if the snack would appear out of no where if he mentioned it aloud. Earl looked thoughtful for a second, staring at the floor before looking at Stiles.
"I think we stopped selling those." Stiles kept himself from letting out a gasp, as he noticed the look on Earl's face. It was that look that said 'Don't you dare ask why'. Stiles recognized it anywhere, especially on a certain sourwolf. So with that in mind, he took his leave deciding Oreos would have to do before moving to the check out line. His cart was piled to the top with food for the pack, but he wasn't worried about the bill, that's what Derek's credit card was for.
Parking his Jeep hazardously next to Allison's, Stiles whistled loudly for the pack, because who didn't enjoy a little irony.
"We're not dogs." Erica snapped as she came out of the house, followed by a stoic Boyd, Isaac rushing past them both to get to Stiles.
"You sure bout that?" Stiles muttered with a smirk as he watched Isaac lug an arm full of groceries into the house. Boyd rolled his eyes as he got some bags of his own, Erica doing the same before disappearing into the house. Stiles couldn't help the bright smile that attacked his face as he saw Jackson come walking out of the house, eyes trained on Stiles. Ignoring the gagging noises Erica made as she and Boyd went to get the last of the groceries, Stiles rushed up to Jackson, kissing him on the lips.
"Hey.." Jackson whispered as he wrapped an arm around Stiles waist.
"Seriously, he's only been gone for an hour, stop acting like you guys have been apart for days." Stiles rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Erica before going back to enjoying his boyfriend's company. Jackson tilted his head to the side as if listening to something, a frown on his face.
"What?" Stiles asked, hand resting on his forearm.
"Scott and Isaac are fighting over what you'll make for dinner... now they're coming this way." Jackson huffed, looking annoyed. Just then Scott and Isaac came tumbling through the door, talking in a rush.
"Shutup." Jackson snapped. Scott and Isaac stopped talking to look at Jackson as if just realizing that he was even there.
"Lasagna." Stiles said, taking advantage of the silence.
"What?" Both boys asked in unison, sharing a confused expression. Stiles rolled his eyes at that, letting out a sigh as he removed himself from Jackson, who whined softly.
"I'm making Lasagna so don't bother fighting over what's for dinner." Stiles said before walking into the house, seeing Erica sitting on the couch snuggled up to Boyd.
"Why are you being so cranky?" Scott asked with a frown as he followed Stiles into the kitchen. Stiles paused at the island, unpacking some of the groceries he would be using, motioning for Scott to put the rest up.
"I'm not cranky. Why would say that?" Stiles asked, pulling out a pan. He could see Scott shrug out the corner of his eye.
"You always cook what we want."
"I just want to make something not so time consuming." Stiles said simply. "Besides, I'm not used to cooking for eight." Scott had that constipated look on his face that suggested he was feeling guilty for something.
"You want me to help?"
"No." Stiles said quickly, eye filled with panic.
"Oh c'mon! Stop holding that agianst me! It was so long go." Scott whined, already moving to rinse off a pepper. Stiles shook his head snatching the vegetable out of the beta's hand.
"I will always hold that against you for as long as I live! You burned you're eyebrows off!" Stiles reminded the beta.
"How was I suppose to know how much lighter fluid to use!" Scott protested. Stiles let out a laugh, ignoring Scott as the memory of him without eyebrows filled his head.
"I'm sorry but no. Just no." Stiles said with a small laugh. Scott huffed a sigh despite the lop sided grin he had.
"What ever." Scott said, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl before hurrying out of the kitchen as Stiles turned on the stove. Everyone who was in their right mind would stay out of the kitchen once Stiles started cooking, or you'd be asking for some serious pain, werewolf or not. Isaac had learned that the hard way, he never knew that a cork screw could be so deadly. Hell, even Jackson got his ass handed to him on more than one occasion.
It was already dark out when Stiles finished cooking, the pack slowly filtering into the kitchen with caution as they grabbed bowls to set on the table. Everyone took their seats, the chair at the end of the table being left empty. Derek was out of town for a few days on a business trip. No one knew what the hell he did because no one never asked, but it wasn't because they didn't care. If anything, they just really liked the crazy theories they had way too much to have them ruined by reality. Theories that they decided to discuss for what seemed like the millionth time.
"I still say he's a prostitute." Erica stated, taking a bite of lasagna.
"Since when do prostitutes take business trips?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"Maybe business trip is code for going to find a fuck bud." Boyd just stared at her, face free of any expression. Stiles glanced at him, knowing damn well he was questioning his life decisions with that girl he says he's in love with.
"He's not a prostitute he's a super spy." Stiles retorted, playing around with the peas on his plate. He hated peas, so why he made them was beyond comprehension.
"Ha! Just because he's grumpy and quiet does not make him a spy Stiles." Boyd cut in.
"Super spy! And it's not just that! He doesn't gloat about his job like others do. Why? Because he isn't allowed to talking about the secret government program he's in."
"Stiles, he's Derek. Of course he's not going to gloat about his job. He's too broody and anti-social to do something so.. normal." Lydia said, looking at Stiles like he was retarded. Stiles didn't understand how she could give him that look but not Erica. Stiles was starting to think she was agreeing with her, despite her saying she had no opinion on the matter.
"Why don't we just ask him?" Isaac asked quietly.
"Because-"
"We don't want him to ruin our fantasies with his stupid reality job." Erica said, cutting off Stiles. Isaac looked even more confused.
"So, your'e saying that you guys are fighting over what Derek does for a living despite knowing you both are wrong?" Isaac asked. Erica and Stiles went silent.
"Damn! You just got told." Scott laughed out, Allison fighting off a smile as she watched her boyfriend. Stiles sent an ineffective scowl towards Scott. Even Boyd and Jackson were snorting up a storm.
"Shutup." Stiles and Erica said in unison, Isaac looking hurt as he went back to eating his food.
After dinner was done and Scott and Erica finished up washing dishes, they all went outside to bask in the light of the moon. A wolf thing that Stiles was starting to enjoy. Sitting next to Allison, Erica and Lydia on the porch stairs, he watched as a wolfed out Jackson and Isaac roughhoused in the dirt. Boyd came out of no where,snatching a giggling Erica into his arms bridal style, carrying her out to where the rest were. Allison laughed at the sight before getting up herself and following Lydia back into the house so they could get whatever it was they were cooing over. Stiles wasn't listening. He may be gay but that didn't mean he would all of a sudden be able to understand the absurd things girls talk about. Scott came over, slumping next to Stiles out of breath.
"Here." Stiles said, handing Scott a bottle of water. The beta took it happily, taking a huge gulp before twisting the cap back on and watching as Isaac flipped Jackson onto his back, Stiles watching as well.
"It's been two months right?" Scott asked suddenly.
"Three." Stiles corrected, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"I'm surprised you guys lasted this long." Scott said quietly. Stiles stopped watching Jackson and Isaac to look at Scott with an offended glare.
"What the hell was that suppose to mean?" Scott had this panicked look on his face as if he just pissed off a bear.
"I didn't me-"
"You know, I was starting to think you weren't being such an ass, but hey, I guess I was wrong." Stiles snapped, before getting up and storming off to his jeep.
"Stiles! Jackson yelled, rushing over to Stiles. "Where are you going?" Jackson asked with a frown.
"Home." Stiles said simply, already opening his door, Jackson shutting it close.
"Why? What happened?" Stiles simply shook his head, glaring at Jackson when he refused to let Stiles into his car. Jackson frowned deeply as he reluctantly stepped out of the way, watching Stiles climb into his jeep. Leaning into his window, Jackson gave Stiles a light kiss whispering 'I love you' to the teen. Stiles let his anger simmer down a little at the kiss, cheeks a rosy pink.
"I love you too." Stiles said quietly, before driving off.
Stiles fumed as drove down the empty road, knuckles white from griping the steering wheel tightly. He couldn't believe that after three months Scott was still nonsupporting of him and Jackson. Stiles knew he shouldn't have acted like that, especially towards Jackson, hut he couldn't hep it. He really need Scott to understand, he was his best friend since forever. He could handle not having Scott by his side, no matter how crappy he was of occupying that side.
So many thoughts were running through his mind, but they became blinded by the sudden bright lights in front of Stiles. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion as Stiles stared straight into the headlights of the oncoming car. Thoughts clouded his mind, memories that Stiles knew he shouldn't be seeing in these circumstances. Only people who were about to die saw their life flash before their eyes. Stiles was faintly sure he wasn't suppose to be one of those people.
And if he wasn't, then why the hell was he tugged back to the memory of Jackson kissing him sweetly on the lips, whispering corny things into his ear as he wrapped arms around his waist? Why was he seeing the sight of his father smiling and holding him, telling Stiles that he loved him no matter what after telling his father he was gay?
It didn't make any sense why he was feeling regret as he remembered the parting with Scott just moments ago before his mind supplied him with one last memory. Jackson, held Stiles to him closely, cheeks red as he muttered a sorry sounding 'I love you' for the first time, but Stiles remembers smiling and kissing Jackson, saying 'I love you' back.
Then everything seemed to fast forward, the sick inducing motion of rolling, everything being upside down one moment and then right side up another. The loud sounds of metal crashing and someone's bones snapping as Stiles suddenly felt claustrophobic, everything closing in on him as oxygen seemed non-existent. Then there was the strange sight of red and then sudden blackness. And for a trippy moment, Stiles could've sworn he heard a familiar honey like voice, that he hasn't heard in forever, call his name.
I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I have had a lot on my plate.
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