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Stiles
"Stiles, open the door." dad called through my bedroom door.
"NO!" I yelled back.
I knew I was acting like a kid again, locking myself in my room... But it was the only thing I could think of to get me out of that situation before I was dragged or put myself into it. I mean, what a way to find out that you're actually an Alpha werewolf's Mate, not boyfriend! I was going into unknown territory right now, and I was scared!
Yeah, you read that right. I, Genim Alexander Stilinski – aka Stiles – was fucking scared, man! So I think I had the right to hide in my room like I was a little kid again.
I sat with my back against the door, knees pulled up tight to my chest and my arms wrapped around them, forehead resting on them. Sure, there was a pain in my back from the angle, but I couldn't care any less at this moment in time. I lifted my right hand up high enough to run it through my hair, pulling slightly.
"Come on, Stiles." Scott whined. "Just open it."
"No." I sighed. "Just... Just leave me alone."
I heard soft groans come from the other side of the door, before footsteps started to fade. Ok, now I could think about this without any disruptions.
Yeah, I would be lucky if that happened.
After a while, I moved from the floor to my bed, lying down, facing the ceiling. I was amazed really by how long I was able to just lie there like that, considering how much I would usually more around – ADHD is annoying like that...
My thoughts were even more jumbled than they usually were, now that I had something new to think about. I mean, if you had just found out that you were your boyfriend's 'Mate' wouldn't you be a bit confused in the head? My head actually hurt from trying to concentrate on all of this, trying to take it in and work it all out.
It was not a nice feeling...
Maybe it would be best if I went to Texas for that week... You know, give me a bit of time to think about this, without being distracted by my phone buzzing every five seconds because the Pack kept calling/texting. In the end I actually picked up my cell and threw it across my room. I never did that!
Besides it wasn't like I could just not go to Texas now. Everything was already in place, dad had already paid. I would have had to go anyway. I mean, sure, it would be hell being away from the people I cared about for one hundred and sixty eight hours, but at least I would be able to sort through all of this.
And it wasn't like I was going to be gone for months.
It had just gone seven that evening and I was still in the same position as before. Just staring up at the ceiling.
It was when I heard my window open that I realised that I probably should have locked it...
Sighing, I sat up and crossed my legs, pushing myself back against my headboard and pillows, staring at the window, waiting for whichever wolf – pfft, I knew who it was – to come in. And, just as that thought crossed my mind, Derek had slid into my room, closing the window behind him.
"When were you going to tell me?" I asked, surprisingly calm.
Derek sighed, shoulders slumping, as he walked closer, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Not yet." was all he said, before glaring at the floor.
And now we were back to this.
I will admit that I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but the next thing I knew I had picked up the book closest to me – a hardback copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – whacking Sourwolf as hard as I could on his arm.
Repeatedly.
Of course, after the forth hit, he grabbed the book from me with a growl before shoving me against the wall.
"Really?" I scoffed, sarcastically. "We're back to this? Yeah, great."
Growling again, Derek pushed back, running the fingers of both hands through his hair. While he did that, I walked over to where he threw the book – I would berate him later for throwing Harry Potter – picking it up and placing it, carefully, back on my bedside table, shaking my head slightly.
"You know, I thought we all got you past all of that. You know, the wall shoving, the growling and the barely there answers." I sighed, talking mainly to myself. "Old habits die hard, I guess..."
Derek didn't reply to that. Should have guessed that.
So I just walked back to my bed, dragging my laptop up from the side of my bed. The first thing I saw when my laptop had loaded up was my screensaver. Which was a picture of dad, mom and me.
The picture had been taken on mom and dad's anniversary. They never liked to leave me alone with anyone on that day, always wanting to take me with them. They always went back to where they had their honeymoon – Paphos, Cyprus – and the last year we went was the year mom died. You wouldn't be able to tell from the picture that mom was ill at the time, she looked too happy for you to notice anything else. This one had been taken when the sun was setting, on the beach. I had been taking pictures, when mom had dragged me over to her and dad and asked one of the other people on holiday to take our picture.
It was one of my favourites, because it was the last picture we had taken together as a family.
I smiled sadly as I just looked at it. I did that for a few seconds longer before my throat started to burn and my eyes started to sting. Blinking a few times and shaking my head slightly, I moved my curser over the little folder at the bottom of my screen, going straight to my pictures.
I usually did that, just looking at my pictures whenever I felt frustrated or upset or angry or...or anything, really. I always went to this one specific folder though, like all the time just this one specific one, sometimes looking through my other folders. And that folder was always the one entitled 'Mom'.
It had all the pictures that had my mom in from when she was a kid up until my tenth birthday. I had actually found all the pictures of my mom in the photo albums in the living room a few years ago with pictures of her as a kid until August 26th 2005. As soon as I found them I immediately scanned them into my laptop, just so I had copies of them on there.
Was that sad?
"You look like her." Derek said, softly, which was the only indication I had to the fact that he was no sitting beside me on my bed.
"Yeah, people said that a lot." I whispered, smiling slightly, even though my voice cracked a little. "It was a hard thing to hear for the first few years after she..."
For some reason, I just couldn't say the word. But I knew that Derek got it. He had firsthand knowledge on this stuff... Though he had lost more than me, he still knew...and I did too. He just nodded, sliding his arm around my shoulders.
"I was going to tell you." Derek admitted, quietly, after a few beats of silence. "I just... This all still really new, I don't even know what it all means, and you're not even eighteen yet... I thought it would be easier to just...wait to tell you."
"You told my dad." I reminded him.
"It slipped out. If you go to Texas...God knows what could happen while you're gone!"
Sighing, I shut the lid on my laptop, placing it down the side of my bed again, before turning more to my right – in towards Derek. I rested the side of my head on his shoulder, staring down at the grey t-shirt he was wearing.
"Probably nothing." I mumbled. "I'm the one that gets us all into trouble."
Derek just laughed softly, curling his arm tighter around me.
"I'm sorry." he muttered – no, I did not gape because he apologised...much.
"It's fine... Just, next time, don't keep secrets." I yawned.
"How are you already tired?"
"Thinking about one thing for so long is tiring! Especially for someone like me!"
I felt Derek shake his head, tightening his hold on me a little more. He murmured 'sleep' and 'goodnight, Stiles' into my ear, just as I closed my eyes, dragging my duvet over me – not that I really needed it with him there...
"And I promise, next time, I won't keep secrets." was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
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