Author's Note: I don't know where this is coming from, but I have all this inspiration to write. I have to get all these ideas out now while I have them. Got a little bit of some Stilinski family love in this one. Hope you like it.
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Chapter 7
Stiles POV
Its day 8 of OAD (Operation: Avoid Derek) and so far so good. I was lucky to find out that my Dad had the night shift his week, which meant I got the chance to hang out with him throughout most of the day. Plus I could use that as an excuse as to why I wasn't hanging out with the pack.
I don't think the pack knows that anything is up, but it doesn't hurt that I have two people on the inside to squash any questions that the rest of the pack might have about to why I am missing. Scott has already told me that Allison is starting to get suspicious, but that's because Scott isn't telling her what is going on and he usually tells her everything. I love Allison, but if he tells her then she'll tell Lydia and Lydia will tell Cora and then Cora will tell Derek and then I'll actually have to deal with him. I'm just not ready for it.
On the days that my Dad isn't home, I spend it getting caught up on my research. It doesn't hurt to get a strong understanding on everything that goes bump in the night. I know that most of the crap that's on the internet is a bunch of crap, but there is still viable information that can be found. You just have to know how to find it. Whenever the pack asks why I'm busy, I have a legit reason for my absence.
Day 9 rolls around and I'm hanging around with my Dad. It was a nice day, but I was sitting with him at home watching a baseball game. It wasn't the Mets, but it was still a good game.
During one of the commercial breaks, he turns the TV on mute and turns to me. "Ok, what is going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's a beautiful day outside. You should be out with your friends. Why are you sitting inside with me? What is going on?"
"Why can't I hang out with my Dad? I want to spend some quality time with you. We never get to do this."
"Every time I'm home, you're sitting down here with me. You've never done that before. So either you're affections have grown exponentially or there's something up, and I highly doubt the first option."
My Dad wasn't an idiot. I got my intelligence and analytical mind from him. He didn't get elected Sheriff because he looked good in the uniform. I learned all my research skills from him. I figured he would eventually realize something was going on, but I was hoping it would take him longer to realize.
"Ok, there is something going on, but before I tell you anything about that, there is something I'm going to have to tell you."
"Ok, hit me with it."
"I'm not actually what you would consider straight. But I'm not gay either. I'm bi. I mean I know you probably won't believe me because you told me that I wasn't gay when I tried to tell you outside Jungle, but I'm serious. I mean, I do think girls are beautiful and awesome, but I feel the same way towards guys. I don't really have a preference either way. Are you ok with this? I mean I love you and I hope you still love me. I mean I know this is probably something that you won't like, but it's who I am. To quote Lady Gaga 'I was born this way,' which since I just quoted Lady Gaga should be a sign that I actually am gay."
"Stiles will you please just shut up," my dad yelled to end my ramble.
"Sorry, I ramble when I get nervous."
"I'm well aware of that. I have been your father for 18 years now." He takes a deep breath and then continues. "I don't care that you're gay or bi or whatever. I'm sorry that you think that I would be upset about you telling me that you were gay. When you told me that one night, I didn't believe you because I thought you were just trying to get out of trouble. And for you to think that I wouldn't love you because of this, then you aren't as smart as I thought you were. Just because you like guys doesn't mean that you're any less of a person in my mind. You're still my son."
"Why do I feel like we're in a corny episode of some sitcom?" a small laugh escaping my lips. "But thanks Dad. I'm glad you're not upset."
"No problem. Now what was it that is actually going on? I'm assuming this has something to do with a guy, especially since you just told me that you were into guys."
"Well it does." I took a deep breath before beginning. "I've been hanging out with you all week because I'm trying to avoid this guy I like. Nothing can happen between us because it would tear our group of friends apart if it went wrong. I'm avoiding him until I can get those feelings under control."
"How do you know that something is going to go wrong?"
"Seriously?! Why does everyone keep asking me that? I don't know, ok. It might work out and we live happily ever after or we have a horrible break up and it becomes incredibly awkward. We've just started to build a better friendship. I don't want to ruin that."
"I understand what you're saying. If you don't feel comfortable starting a relationship, then don't."
"Thank you for understanding."
"But I think that you should keep building your friendship. Maybe you do need to take a couple more days away, but you can't avoid him forever. You said that you don't want to tear your group of friends apart, but you avoiding them might just do that. Go back and work on your friendship first. Maybe after you get to know each other better, you'll find out if there really is a chance for a relationship."
Somehow my dad always knows just the right thing to say. "Thanks Dad."
"No problem, now let's get back to watching the game."
"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go up to my room."
"No problem."
I left him and went to my room to think. It was nice to hear from my dad. He didn't know who I was talking about so he was able to give an objective opinion. I like his idea to take a few days and begin to build a friendship with Derek. I think that is a possibility. Maybe I can take these feelings and get close to him in a friendship way rather than an affectionate one.
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Author's Note: Part of me feels like this fic is going to end soon, but the other feels like I have a lot that I can write about. I won't know until I write. I usually just have an idea of where I want to go, but I don't know exactly how long it will take for me to get there. Please review so I know what you think. Thanks for reading. If you're reading this then I love you, especially since you are actually reading what I am putting in my Author's note.
