Authors Note: HEYO! XD So, this is my sequel to When You Were Young

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Chapter 11

It was decided during the meeting that we were all going to be staying at Derek's again. It was safer that way, just in case they knew where I lived. So, five minutes later, Scott had gone with me to my house so I could grab a few things, and in turn I went with him to his place. Scott did pretty much all of the talking, with me occasionally adding in an 'hmmm'... I could tell that he was worried I'd to the same to my left arm what I had done to my right, earlier that day. In the end, he had tried to get me involved in so many conversations that I had stopped keeping count, but to be honest I could barely remember what he had said...

By the time Scott and I arrived back at Derek's, the sun was starting to set and you could see the Sourwolf himself pacing in front of the living room window. It was strange how they were more worried about this than I was... I mean, shouldn't I be freaking out too? Should I be panicking to the point where they're all telling me to calm the hell down? Huh...

Scott and I just grabbed our bags, when we were out of my Jeep, and walked slowly up to the house. I could feel Scott watching me, probably waiting for the freak out that they were all expecting to suddenly hit. To be honest, I think I was already out of being freaked out and panicky, what with what had gone on a few weeks prior. This seemed to be just a blip for us... Besides, we had the Argent's to help us. Well, that's if we asked for their help... Anyway, I was too busy trying to figure out how I knew that kid and house. Well, obviously the house belonged to that other kid, so if I figured out whom he was I would know where the house was. But I still couldn't remember his name. But the face – the eyes – looked so familiar.

I was so engrossed with trying to figure out who they were that I didn't see the steps leading up to the front porch. I just kept walking, until I hit the stone steps and started to fall forwards. I yelped as I dropped my bag, arms flailing as I groped for something to grab onto. But someone ended up grabbing onto me. At first I thought it was Scott, but this person was too muscley.

"Careful there." Derek said, helping me stand up straight.

"Thanks." I muttered, nodding.

When I was standing, Derek didn't fully let go of me, leaving one hand on my shoulder. I looked down, starting to fiddle with the hem of my t-shirt – number eighty seven on Derek's list –, but Derek still didn't let go.

"Dude, you're really out of it today." Scott mused. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." I replied, maybe just a little too quickly.

"Dude."

"I'm just...thinking. Don't worry."

"Don't worry! Dude, I'm your best friend!"

Saturday, December 5th 1998

"You my best friend." mini-me grinned, as he and the other kid lay in the grass.

Instead of outside a house, this scene-memory-thing took place in the woods. The treetops blocked out the sun, only slithers sliding through the gaps in the leaves – which were almost the same colour as the other kids eyes.

I really needed to remember his name!

"Really? What about your friend Scott?" he asked, head turning in little-me's direction, frowning ever so slightly and sounding just a little bitter. "With the way you go on about him, I would have thought he's you're best friend."

Little-me sighed, kicking his legs out so he could push himself forward, until he was sitting up. The other kid sat up slowly, before leaning back against a rock close by, watching as the younger version of me sighed and turned to face him properly.

"He is. But he not like you. I know you longer." mini-me explained, arms flailing wildly. "You my best friend."

"Logic of a three year old." the other kid laughed.

He grinned, pushing little-me gently as he sat down. Little-me grinned as he jumped on the other kid's back when he was sitting down, arms around his neck as mini-me pushed him forward slightly. But the other kid was a werewolf, so he easily made it so younger-me was no longer behind him. But come on, even now I'm stubborn! So, of course, little-me decided that he was having none of that, climbing back onto the other boy. Little-me kept persisting until the older boy gave up, but he was laughing the whole time.

"Hey, Genim." the kid said when he stopped laughing.

"Yeah, Der?" mini-me – oh Jesus Christ – giggled. "Heh, that rhymed!"

"Yeah... You're my best friend, too."

"Good. Or I be sad, me no wanna be sad. If I sad, then you sad. You sad not good. Me no like sad you. Like happy Der. Happy Der is good. No sa..."

"Ok, ok, I get it, Gen."

I watched as the older boy placed his hand over younger-me's mouth. It still amazed me how he made a three year old me actually stop talking, causing the older kid to laugh. Like the last memory I had of him doing this, the older boy took his time taking his hand away.

"I don't like you being sad either." the older kid continued. "So let's make a deal. We both stay happy, but if one of us starts being sad, then the other has to help cheer them up. Deal?"

"Deal!" mini-me grinned, nodding vigorously.

"Hug on it?"

The last thing I saw was three-year-old-me launched himself as the other boy...

BACK TO: Tuesday, July 10th 2012

"...iles? Stiles!"

The sound of someone shouting shook my out of the memory, dragging me back into the present. I blinked, shaking my head a little, trying to shake the dazed feeling. Once I realised where I was and who I was with, I sent a half-sheepish-half-apologetic smile to both Scott and Derek.

"Sorry, I just... Just remembered something." I mumbled. "Not important."

I looked down again, seeing my hand had made its way to my right forearm, rubbing at the bandage there. Huh, guess I did that when I daydreamed as well as when I was nervous or had to be quiet... At least this time I had a name, or a nickname. 'Der'. It could be short for Deryn or Dermot/Dermod or...

Or Derek.

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