Stiles woke to a cold bed. He went about his morning routine in a slump, he didn't feel like putting too much care into what he did. He showered longer than he normally did, yet spent most of the time just standing under the water spray.

It wasn't until Stiles had pulled out his clothes that his mood changed. He noticed on his desk a piece of paper with his name written neatly on. Scrambling over, almost tripping in his half pulled up jeans as he did so, he read the note greedily.

Stiles,

Hope the morning finds you well. You gave me a lot to think about last night, I am sorry I was unable to answer all of your questions but it is better this way. If all goes as planned, you should obtain at least a few answers very soon.

Take care at school.

The note was not long, nor did it give Stiles any answers, however, it did make him hope that this was the start of some further communication other than huffs and growls from Peter in his wolf form, and touches and sarcastic comments as a human.

Briefly taking a moment to mentally compliment how nice Peter's handwriting was, Stiles decided to finish getting ready for the day. It was with a spring in his step that he finished getting dressed, and pranced downstairs.

"You're in a good mood," John commented, as his son fumbled around the kitchen in search of food.

"What?" Stiles asked, pausing and looking at the Sheriff for the first time.

"What's happening today?" John asked, clearly amused with his son's lack of awareness. It was something that would happen more often when he was younger and he got so invested in whatever he did that the rest of the world turned into white noise until he was pulled from his own mind.

"Oh! Just school," Stiles shrugged.

"Nothing else?" John pressed.

"No, why?" Stiles frowned. "Am I forgetting something?"

"No," John said. "Did anything happen yesterday?" John chuckled at the confused look that Stiles sent him.

"I don't –"

"Forget I said anything," John laughed.

Stiles gave his father a suspicious look.

"You are acting weird," Stiles said, his eyes narrowing even further.

John just chuckled as he stood from the table. He said his farewell to his son before heading into work, Stiles' good mood having rubbed off on him.

Stiles had almost skipped to his jeep after he had scavenged enough food together for his breakfast. If Stiles had tripped on his way from his house to the monster of a car he loved, no one was around to note it.

The wide smile Scott had shared only added to Stiles' internal joy. Scott had hopped into the jeep, only pausing to raise his eyebrow at the choice of music that was playing as Stiles bopped to the cheerful pop song.

"Dude," he had scowled when he pulled the door close. "You smell like –"

"Peter," Stiles interrupted, his smile only widening as he drummed against the steering wheel. "I know, we talked."

"About?" Scott asked, he couldn't stop the amusement from bubbling up as Stiles bopped his head in time to the music. They began the journey to school.

"Nothing important," Stiles shrugged, taking a moment to turn the volume up a bit. "He was making sure I don't get kidnapped again. Nice of him right?"

"You remember Peter right?"

"Duh," Stiles rolled his eyes. "He hasn't murdered me yet –"

"Dude!" Scott shouted as the jeep swerved on the road.

"Shit!" Stiles swore, getting control again. He offered Scott a sheepish smile before grinning wickedly. "I need to tell you something," he said seriously.

Scott raised his eyebrow, only to groan when Stiles sung along to the song, pointing over to Scott.

"I really really really really really really like you, and I want you. Do you want me? Do you want me too?" he sung loudly, not caring how out of tune he was as he danced in the car seat. He continued to hum the rest as he focused on the road.

"I worry about you," Scott laughed.

"Have you seen the video? It's great, Tom Hanks is in it!"

"You made me watch it," Scott pointed out, his smile almost too large for his face. "Oh my god, you have it on repeat!" he groaned.

Stiles only cackled as Scott grumbled light-heartedly.

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Stiles had pulled up the song again when he was making food. He had quickly checked to see if Peter was hidden in his room beforehand, not wanting the wolf to see him dancing around like a child. Stiles had kicked his shoes off, letting himself slide around on his socks.

He sang along loudly, refusing to acknowledge just who was coming to mind as he sung about how much he liked someone.

"It's way too soon, I know this isn't love!" he had belted out to the wooden spoon.

He had spun around, preparing to sing the chorus when he stopped suddenly, a look of horrified embarrassment showing as his dad stared at him.

"I should hope it isn't love," John had said before leaving the kitchen to Stiles' antics. Stiles didn't see the amused smile his father had, nor did he know just how full his heart was at seeing the carefree nature that he had thought his son had lost years ago. "Whoever it is, they're special," he had muttered to himself when he went to change out of his work clothes.

Stiles refrained from singing loudly, he just mumbled the words under his breath as he finished the pasta sauce he had been making.

"Who is it?" John asked once they were sat down to eat, the food plated and steaming in front of them.

"No one," Stiles said, his response would have been more believable if it were not for the slightest smile that he had given.

"No one? You don't just sock dance for no one," John pointed out. He remembered the last time, it had been during his last plan to woo Lydia with his birthday gift of baked goods. "Is it Lydia?"

"No," Stiles shook his head. "She's in love."

"Ok," John nodded, not mentioning how before he would have gone on to state how whoever she was with wasn't worth her attention.

"I'm just in a good mood," Stiles shrugged.

"I want to meet the reason you're in a good mood."

"Dad!" Stiles groaned.

After they had eaten, Stiles regrettably told his dad about the homework he had. He was disappointed to find his room empty again and it wasn't until he had pulled his homework out that he noticed the note folded on his pillow, the elegant handwriting beckoning him.

Stiles,

I am unable to return for a few days. I did find a book which you may find useful. It is an old book that was translated by a late family member, keep it safe and hidden. Inside is information on werewolves and the different bonds that can form. It is the clearest way to explain how pack bonds work to a non-wolf.

Also, are you aware that you're singing could be heard down the road, probably even by people without super hearing. I appreciate the sentiment though. I really really really really really really like you too.

How was that song made? That many 'really's should not be allowed.

Stiles let out a long breath, one he didn't know he had held as he read. Stiles didn't know how to describe what he was feeling; it was a mixture of many things. Happiness, trust, pride, hurt, sadness, acceptance. They all were entwined, making it difficult to fully understand. The main feeling was his amusement at the thought of Peter being subjected to the cheery pop song he had been listening to all day. The thought made his snort with laughter.

His amusement sobered quickly with the realization that Peter trusted him with a family heirloom, with something of his past that survived. Just acknowledging that fact made something within Stiles break. He wasn't sure he could have done the same, whether he could share something so personal. He knew he couldn't. There was no question in Stiles' mind. The thought of Peter seeing his mum's old books pained Stiles to his core.

Gingerly, Stiles picked up the untitled book carefully with his shaking hands, his homework now long forgotten. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on each inhale and exhale he made. Once he felt calm enough, Stiles moved slowly over to his bed. He sat on the side that Peter normally laid as he opened the book and began to read the penned text.

Chapter End Notes

I really do love this song so much. Also I don't know if links work but let's try it here! watch?v=qV5lzRHrGeg
I can just imagine Stiles singing along to this and I REALLY needed a bit of joy tonight.

Also, I am going to be honest. I just stopped updating on here when I moved to a different platform, but I recently took up the story again, and I feel like I owe it to you to finish it here as well, so I'm going to post everything I have on this now and it's about 10-15 chapters.