Chapter Nine: Say A Million I Love Yous
The funeral had been brutal. Stiles still wasn't really recovered yet. Stiles was sitting on the couch, trying to go through some papers the lawyer had sent about selling the house. He had already sort of gotten into it with Scott about selling. His husband was of the mind that they should wait until Stiles wasn't feeling the grief so much. It wasn't good to make decisions like that when you were dealing with grief. Stiles knew that he might have a point, but he didn't know that he could have that house sitting there, empty. Stiles had to get rid of it. There was so much he was going to have to sell, and he was definitely thinking of leaving the furniture in the house, let whomever bought it have it.
He got up, he had to go and check on Scott. Stiles headed up the stairs, Scott had been asleep for hours. He wasn't sure exactly how many, but he knew that it wasn't good that he was still asleep. Stiles poked his head in the bedroom, Scott was laying on the bed, half covered up. It was 90 some degrees. Stiles moved into the bedroom, and leaned to kiss Scott's cheek as he shook him lightly. "Scott, bae, wake up, okay? I know you're tired but it's not good to sleep this long." Stiles said, as Scott yawned and shifted a bit in the covers, his eyes popping open. Stiles was greeted with those gorgeous brown eyes, with flecks of green. He pulled the sheets off his husband, Scott was a bit sweaty. Although since he was always cold nowadays, that wasn't a bad thing.
Scott tried to focus, the sun was shining bright in the window. He was trying to adjust to the light. He turned to look at Stiles as his vision started to be normal. He was still a bit groggy. "Um, hey, bae." Scott managed to say, blinking. He noticed his rail thin body wasn't covered with the sheets anymore, and he shivered even though he knew that he wasn't really cold enough. He didn't know why he felt so cold. Scott sat up slowly, and reached for his bandana to cover his head. As much as Stiles told him he didn't have to cover up he wanted to anyway. Scott tied it in place and then looked at Stiles. "Are you okay?" He asked, reaching out and stroking Stiles' cheek. He didn't know what Stiles was thinking, and that was worrying him a bit. He knew that Stiles was holding in his feelings for his sake and he didn't like it.
"You can tell me anything, you know that." Scott was sure that he wasn't going to say anything about how he really felt. Scott didn't know what to say to get him to open up. Scott didn't want to force him but he also didn't want Stiles to hold things inside. He didn't know that he blamed him though, it was hard to talk about things like this. Scott was still dealing with the ramifications of his father committing suicide. Mostly because he wasn't going to pay for what he did to Scott. Scott didn't like that and didn't think about it.
When Scott asked him if he was okay, Stiles didn't know how to answer. It had been a week since they'd laid Noah to rest, and he didn't know that he was ever going to get over it. It felt so enormous, the pain. Stiles knew that Scott was feeling it too, but he wasn't sure that he could talk about it. Stiles brushed his hand through his hair, looking back at Scott. Stiles cleared his throat as he tried to focus on what he wanted to say. He didn't know what he was going to say and he was quiet as he tried to decide. Finally, he said, "I'm… I'm here, Scott. I'm here, I'm sort of functioning, but that's it. I'm trying to be as normal as possible because I know that you need me." His voice shook a bit as he spoke.
Scott reached out and took Stiles' hand. Stiles looked down at their hands as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. He didn't know how God could do this. His dad hadn't deserved to die. Stiles had talked to Derek the day before, and he was confident that Peter was going to stay in jail until the trial. Derek had told Stiles that he wasn't going to pay his bail. Stiles lifted his gaze back to Scott. "I just, I can't talk about it right now, baby. I can't get through it. I just don't know what I can do to get over it." Stiles didn't know what he was going to do without his dad. Because Stiles needed someone to vent to about his husband's condition. It wasn't something that he could do anything about. Although Stiles knew that Jackson had offered his services for that.
Before Scott could answer, there was a noise from downstairs, and Melissa was calling up to them that she was home. Scott also heard Argent's voice, and he wondered if Melissa had thought about what Stiles had said about what they felt about Argent dating her. Scott knew that Stiles had possibly picked the wrong time, but he was glad that Stiles had spoken up. She needed to hear their concerns. Scott moved to get up, and Stiles moved to help him. Scott wanted to go down and see her. They made it down the stairs slowly, and when they got into the kitchen, Melissa was unpacking Thai food from takeout bags. Scott gave her a grin. "Ma, that smells great." He was for once actually hungry, and as he wasn't having chemo for a few days he most likely wouldn't get sick.
Melissa brushed her hand through her long black hair and reached for some paper plates. "I didn't feel like cooking and I knew Stiles didn't. I thought it would be something different." They hadn't had Thai food in awhile. She filled the plates and they moved to the dining room table. Melissa turned to look at Scott as Stiles distributed glasses of sweet tea. "Scott, I want.. Do you feel the way Stiles does about Chris and I?" She didn't know that she blamed Scott if he did. She wasn't sure that she was going to stay with him. Melissa knew that she wasn't in love with him, and while she liked him, she wasn't sure that they should be dating. Scott and Stiles were right to be concerned.
"I won't be mad if you do." She was quick to assure him.
Scott was quiet as he mulled this over. He wasn't sure what to say in answer. He did feel the same way that his husband did. Scott didn't want to disappoint her. Melissa was always the only family he had besides Stiles and Noah. He would do anything for her. He took a bite of his chicken and rice before he spoke. "Ma, you know that I love you. I want you to be happy. And if you think Argent's it, then okay. But I know you don't think that. You're still in love with Noah." He watched as her face changed to surprise. "Yeah, we know. We've known for awhile." Scott told her, sipping his tea.
He didn't know how she was going to react to that and he kept talking before she could answer. "Ma, I know that you regret not speaking up and telling him how you feel. But you can't agonize over it anymore. You have to get over it. No one's expecting it to be immediately, but you have to move on. And if you aren't interested in Argent, let him go. He's not a bad guy. He deserves to be with someone who wants to be with him. Although I don't think that he's over his wife as it is." Scott knew that Argent thought he was, and that was enough. Scott also knew that he was trying to do his best to be what Melissa needed him to be. Scott respected him for that. He knew that Stiles was angry with Argent for what he'd been taking liberties with lately, but Scott knew that Argent was just trying to be what Melissa needed.
As he finished speaking, Melissa shot a glance at Stiles, who was focused on his food and not seeming to be following the conversation. She looked back at Scott. "You are allowed to think whatever you want. I can't stop you. I know that… I know that you're right about my feelings for Noah." She would probably always love him. She had fallen for him in the first place because of how much he'd cared about Scott. Melissa had loved the way he'd treated Scott like his own, especially after Scott and Stiles had started dating. Melissa was hoping that Peter Hale paid for what he'd done. He had priors, not serious ones, but driving under the influence, so that was definitely going to help in him paying for what he'd done to Noah.
"I am really trying not to hurt Chris. He doesn't know how I feel about Noah, at least, I don't think so. I didn't know that you and Stiles knew." She didn't think that Chris knew though. And she'd never told him. Melissa had honestly been trying to move on. She hadn't thought that Noah had felt the same, and he hadn't spoken up until she was sort of dating Chris. She didn't know what to do. She liked Chris, but she also knew she wasn't in love with him. She knew that he was starting to at least get serious about her, with some of the things he'd been doing and saying lately. Melissa knew she had to at least talk to him, tell him that she wasn't sure what she wanted their relationship to be.
This is when Stiles finally spoke up. "Ma, you have to tell him. You can't lead him on. I understand friends with benefits, but he's getting serious about this. He's acting like you guys are going to move in together any minute." He didn't know what was going to happen if Melissa DID tell him that she wasn't really into him. Stiles didn't think that there'd be any violence, but he did think that there'd be some kind of dustup. Stiles wasn't sure that he blamed Argent if he did get upset though. Despite how angry Stiles was with Argent taking the liberties he was taking, he also knew that Argent wasn't out to hurt Melissa. He was trying to be what she needed. Stiles had a suspicion that Argent knew about Melissa having feelings for Noah, though. He hadn't been a complete jerk to Noah, but he'd acted strangely around him.
"I told you what I think already. Scotty's right though. I know you don't think Argent is going to make you happy. I don't think you're aiming to hurt him, but you don't feel about him the same way he feels about you." Stiles, while he felt that Argent wasn't over his wife's death, he didn't feel that Argent knew that. He definitely was of the idea that Argent was operating under the impression that he'd moved on. Of course, it didn't really make Stiles feel better, because for some reason he wanted to be pissed at Argent, but he knew that he was just going to have to get past that.
Digesting this, Melissa took a bite of her food. "I know that I messed this up. I let it go on too long. I just, I was having fun with him. I should have told him that I wasn't into making this a serious thing. But I really… at the beginning I thought maybe I was. I didn't know until recently that I wasn't that into a serious relationship." Melissa didn't know what she was going to say to Chris about all of this. She knew that she had to say something. She couldn't just leave it and she didn't know what she was going to say. She didn't want to hurt him. Chris had been good to her.
Dinner took about twenty minutes more, and then Melissa went up to shower and Stiles moved to throw the trash away. Scott moved under his own steam to the living room, Steve was in there with a rawhide bone, chewing away. Scott grinned and reached down to pet him. Steve's tail wagged. Scott reached for the remote to flip on the television. He wasn't sure what he wanted to watch. His eyes fell on the papers on the coffee table, and he knew better than to bring it up with Stiles. He didn't want to argue about selling the house again. Scott brushed his hand across his cheek and pulled up the guide to see what was on.
As he was settling on My Little Pony, he loved that show, Stiles came in carrying some Little Debbie brownies. He handed one to Scott as he joined him on the couch. Scott grinned as Stiles let out a groan. He hated that show. Scott opened his brownies. "I love this show and I'm sick." He teased. Scott never used that as an excuse for anything, and he knew that Stiles was going to give in just on that alone. Scott leaned against Stiles, who pulled a blanket over them. Scott knew it was because he was afraid Scott was going to get cold. Scott loved how well Stiles took care of him. He bit into his brownie.
Stiles knew that he couldn't refuse his husband his cartoon. Scott never used the excuse that he was sick. He ran his hand along Scott's arm. "Fine, we can watch your stupid cartoon." He said. Stiles didn't want to disappoint him. "I know it must be important if you're using that as an excuse." Stiles took a bite of his own brownie and looked at the papers a bit wistfully. He knew with Scott cuddling with him he couldn't finish looking them over. Stiles wasn't sure yet that he wanted to sell but he knew that that was what he was leaning towards. Stiles didn't like the idea of it just sitting there empty, and he didn't know that he could handle renting it out. Although that might be a nice compromise. Because they'd still own it.
"Hey, bae, what about renting out Dad's house?" He asked, stroking Scott's arm. "I know you don't want to sell it and I don't want it to sit there empty. This seems like a good compromise." He was pleased when Scott kissed him. Stiles knew that that was him agreeing to put the house up for rent. Stiles would go to put an ad in the paper the next day. "I want to do it furnished, because otherwise we'd have to sell it." Scott nodded at him, and then the show was back and Stiles knew that Scott's attention was going to be on that.
It wasn't long before Scott had fallen asleep, and Stiles immediately changed the channel. But the show had been over anyway, so Scott wasn't missing anything. Stiles was wondering if Melissa was going to listen to them about Chris. He honestly didn't want either of them hurt, and he knew that was going to happen if Melissa kept seeing him. He looked over at Steve, who was still playing with his toy. Stiles was still having issues connecting with him. But Stiles wasn't really a dog person like Scott was. But he had to admit, Deaton was right about the dog being good for Scott. Since they'd gotten the dog Scott had been more relaxed.
That's when Stiles' phone rang, and he reached to answer it before it woke Scott. "Hello?" He hadn't looked at the caller id before answering.
Jackson was sitting in his own living room, Danny was working. He'd wanted to check on Stiles and Scott, see how they were doing. He was watching a marathon of Ghost Adventures. He loved that show. Jackson said, "Hey, Stiles, it's Jackson. Just checking in with you. Danny's working and I get bored." Jackson and Danny had moved in together recently, and he was glad that they had. Jackson didn't know if he could be happier than he was. They were going to college, but they were taking a year off so Danny could save up some money to do so. Jackson's parents had lots of money so he was set, but they'd both deferred for a year so they could go together. He was so excited to go with his boyfriend.
"You doing okay?" Jackson knew that Stiles didn't have anyone to vent to about Scott, and he had meant it about being there for him if he wanted to get things off his chest. "I know how hard it must be to keep things inside." Jackson got why he was, he was trying not to upset Scott, but Jackson also thought that Scott didn't want him to do that. He also felt that Stiles wasn't going to be able to really be there for Scott if he was keeping things inside. That wasn't going to be good for either of them. Jackson reached for a slice of pizza. He was eating a late dinner, he'd gotten home from work himself. He was only working part time, and he didn't really have to. It was to fill time while Danny was working.
The fact that it was Jackson wasn't really surprising to Stiles. He settled on a Law and Order rerun and sighed as he spoke. "I'm okay. I'm stressed, but right now it's not so bad. Scott and I decided what to do with my dad's place so that's one less thing on my mind. Scott didn't want to sell and I did, but he decided on renting it out as a compromise." Stiles couldn't believe that they hadn't settled on that decision earlier. It was perfect. Because Stiles didn't have to see it empty and they would still own it, like Scott wanted.
He appreciated that Jackson had called to check in. "Scott's hanging in there, but I'm really starting to think that I'm not going to make it through this if something happens to him." Stiles' voice was shaking a bit. There was something safe about confiding in Jackson, maybe because while they were friendly they didn't really know each other. Stiles didn't have to worry about Jackson prying too much or anything. Stiles could say what he wanted and Jackson would just be there to listen. That's honestly all Stiles needed. He didn't really want advice, he just wanted to get his feelings out. "I can't do this, I can't lose him. And I know that that's a possibility. Even if I haven't really said it out loud."
Tears were dripping off his chin, and Stiles didn't know that he was going to make it through this conversation, as glad as he was that Jackson was checking in.
Jackson knew that there was no way he could handle things as well as Stiles was if it was his boyfriend. He definitely thought Stiles was stronger than he thought he was. "You can do this, Stiles. I know you think you can't. But the fact that you're handling it as well as you are proves to me that you can do this. I'm not going to try and tell you how, because I know that's not what you want. But you are handling this incredibly. You're doing your best to keep Scott from seeing how upset you are, even if you don't have to. You are being the best husband you can be for him. I know that he appreciates that. You know how much he loves you. And he does, Stiles."
It truly did amaze Jackson how well Stiles seemed to be handling things. Even if he knew that it wasn't what it appeared. Jackson knew that Stiles was doing the best that he could. It was very admirable what he was doing, even if Jackson thought that he was holding too much inside. He didn't know that it was the best way to do it, but it was what Stiles needed to do. Jackson could get that. He didn't think that anyone could tell Stiles how to handle this. He thought that Stiles should do things the way that he needed it and no one should judge him for it. Jackson reached for his drink. "You are an amazing husband, Stiles, and no one should tell you differently."
That was what caused Stiles to cry. He knew that Jackson meant what he said, because Jackson didn't say things that weren't true, that he didn't feel. Stiles didn't know that he could keep the emotion out of his voice. "I really…. I appreciate you saying that." He said, his voice shaking a bit. He reached for a tissue, managing to do so without waking Scott. He wiped his eyes. "I just…. I am trying. I don't want Scott to feel guilty for feeling sick or something. And as much as I need to get things off my chest… I'm not going to upset him if I don't have to. He's been through so much and he's still Scott."
It was true, Scott was handling all of this with the best attitude. Even if Stiles thought that he was being a bit pessimistic about his chances of beating the cancer. Stiles knew that Scott was being realistic, and he wasn't, but that didn't make it any easier to handle. "He's a truly amazing person, I can't even believe that he exists sometimes. There's no one like him in this world, not outside of comic books." Stiles often wondered how he'd gotten lucky enough to have Scott love him. He didn't believe that he was good enough for Scott, he never had. Although it's not because he felt that he wasn't a good person. He felt that it was because that's just how amazing Scott was.
"You're not wrong." Jackson agreed, reaching for another slice of pizza. He took a bite and chewed carefully. "You are lucky that Scott loves you. But not because you're a bad person. You know that you're not. I was a tool, and I know when people are bad. You aren't, Stiles. But Scott… you're right, there's no one like him." It was hard to describe Scott to people that didn't know him. He wasn't sure that he could do it if he had to. But Jackson was in complete agreement that Scott was one of a kind. He didn't know what God had been thinking when he made Scott, but there was definitely no doubt about it that Scott was a special person.
Clearing his throat, Jackson said, "You have to have an outlet, though, Stiles. I can't make you talk to me, but I know that you have to get some of this stuff out. You can't hold it all inside like that." He didn't know what was going to happen if Stiles didn't have an outlet. Jackson was of the mind that it wasn't going to be good. It was either going to fester and come out in small doses or all at once. Jackson reached for his drink and took a sip. "You have to get that out or it's just going to be really bad for everyone, not just for you. I have learned so much since I started seeing Danny. I know that I wouldn't be who I was without him. And you already know that it was you and Scott being so open that I was able to come out."
He would always be grateful to them for being who they were. Jackson knew that he wouldn't have had the strength to come out without them.
They spoke a bit more, Stiles telling Jackson that he appreciated the other boy checking in. Stiles hung up feeling a bit lighter. He nudged Scott. "Bae, wake up." He didn't want to try and make Scott stay awake if he couldn't but he was going to at least get him upstairs. He hadn't heard from Melissa since she'd been in the shower, and Stiles suspected that she'd gone to bed. Stiles leaned down and kissed Scott as he started to stir. "Come on, I'm going to take you up to bed, you can sleep some more there if you want."
When Scott felt Stiles' lips on his, he kissed back, reaching up and cupping Stiles' jaw. He kissed him back with fervor, sucking on his husband's tongue. He wanted him, and he wanted him right then, no matter how tired he was. Scott moaned against Stiles' mouth, his husband's hand was stroking Scott's stomach. The kiss deepened, and only broke when they needed to breathe. They moved, Scott stradling Stiles. He kissed him, arms sliding around Stiles' neck. Stiles' hands were on Scott's hips, his index fingers sliding underneath Scott's tee shirt. Scott played with the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck, as they kissed like they'd never kiss again. Scott reached and pulled off Stiles' shirt, his hands moving along Stiles' sculpted abs. They didn't look like it with what he wore, but they were very nice.
Once Stiles' shirt was off, they got off Scott's shirt. Stiles held Scott up enough to get his pants down a bit, so he could enter Scott. He wet a couple of fingers and slid them inside, warming him up, as Scott kissed him. It had been awhile since they had had sex. Mostly because Scott was tired a lot and Stiles didn't want to start something if Scott wasn't ready. Scott moaned against Stiles' lips as his fingers moved inside him. "Please, baby… I need you inside." Scott's voice was barely above a whisper. As he made the request, Stiles lifted him easily and worked himself out of his pants, and slid into Scott's entrance. He slid into him easily, like a knife through butter.
They moved together, Scott gasping as Stiles' hips set a steady pace. Scott moved with him, riding him as Stiles' hips moved. Scott was breathless, this was more than he'd done in awhile as far as moving. He leaned his forehead against Stiles', he didn't know that he could keep kissing him and still keep his breath. Their breaths were short and quick as they moved together, Scott's arms were around Stiles' neck, and Stiles' hands were still on Scott's hips, bracing himself. Scott was soon coming, leaning his head against Stiles' shoulder, biting softly. "Oh, fuck, bae." Scott managed to gasp, coming on Stiles' stomach. Part of it got on his old sweats.
His orgasm was strong too, it had been awhile since they'd fucked. Stiles gasped as he reached for Scott's tee shirt to wipe them both clean of sperm. Thankfully it was old clothes they could just toss out. Stiles looked into those deep brown eyes that reminded him of melted chocolate, and he wondered how again he could have gotten so lucky to be with Scott. Every day that he woke up and had Scott with him he was amazed and thanked God or whomever created all of this for him every day. Stiles leaned out and kissed him softly, but not too long, he knew that Scott had to catch his breath. "Oh, fuck, babe, I love you so much." Stiles' voice was a whisper, and he couldn't break eye contact. It was just overwhelming, the after sex feeling he got. It was when he knew that he couldn't love Scott anymore than he already did, it blew him away every time.
"I love you too." Scott said, his voice also quiet. They looked at each other a bit longer, and then Stiles lifted Scott, and they got clothes put right in case they ran into Melissa on the way to the bedroom. Stiles got him upstairs in just a couple of minutes, mostly because Scott leaned on him heavily as they walked. Sometimes he had more energy than other times, but most of the time he was exhausted. Once in the bedroom, Scott let Stiles help him change into some clean clothes, and then he slid into bed. Scott looked up at Stiles, who was also changing his clothes. Scott took off the scarf he was wearing and looked at his husband. "Do you need to talk about anything? You know I don't want you to hold things in."
As he pulled on a tee shirt, Stiles said, "You're sweet to ask, baby, but I really don't want to talk. Jackson called while you were asleep." He really hoped that Scott wasn't going to get upset. He didn't want Scott to be upset that he'd spoken to Jackson about things. Stiles moved to get into bed with Scott. As he got under the covers, he moved to cuddle Scott. "Please don't be upset. It's not that I don't want to confide in you. I just…. There's just things that I don't want to put on you right now. You know how much I love you." Stiles was really hoping that Scott would just accept it. He didn't want to upset him. That was the last thing he'd been planning on doing.
Scott mused a bit as he looked at him. He wasn't upset. He was glad that Stiles had someone to talk to. He knew that Stiles was thinking he might be upset. Scott stroked Stiles' stomach. "I'm not upset. You did what you had to do. It's okay. I understand that you need someone that's not me to talk to about things." Scott brushed his hand across Stiles' stomach, lifting his tee shirt a bit so he could stroke the soft hair on his abs. His fingers played with it, and he watched Stiles' body shiver. Scott leaned out and laid his head on Stiles' chest, still stroking his stomach. "I love you, and I know that you can't tell me certain things. It's okay. You can talk to Jackson if you need to."
That was a relief to Stiles. Stiles kissed the top of Scott's head. He didn't know why Scott was always covering it up, yes, he was bald from the chemo, but it was Scott and he was gorgeous as he was. "Scott, you know that I can't even believe that you exist… I'm so glad you're not upset." Stiles honestly didn't know how Scott could manage to not be upset, but he also knew that Scott wasn't lying. He meant what he said. Scott wasn't one to lie if he didn't have to. Stiles lied all the time, it wasn't to be malicious but he also didn't want to have to tell the truth all the time either. He was amazed that Scott managed to be honest all the time.
They weren't awake much longer, both of them were tired.
The next morning, Melissa was cooking breakfast. Chris was coming over, and she was going to break up with him. Melissa knew that they were right about her breaking up with him. She was making eggs, bacon, and hash browns. She heard a key in the door, and she knew that he was here. Melissa took a deep breath. "In the kitchen, Chris." She called out. She was surprised that he came in with Allison. She hadn't expected that. "Hey, Allison." Melissa said, her voice displaying her surprise. She knew that she still had to break up with Chris, even if Allison was here. If she didn't she'd lose her nerve. Melissa watched as Chris moved to get a cup of coffee. She didn't stop him. "I didn't know you were bringing Allison with you."
Chris could tell something was off with her. "Allison, why don't you go and set the table for Melissa." He said, and she grabbed some plates and went into the dining room. Chris knew that she was aware that he was just getting rid of her. Chris looked at Melissa. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" He asked, suddenly knowing what was going on. He wasn't as surprised as he should be, she'd been distant for awhile. He didn't know what he was going to say to this. He hadn't been expecting her to actually do this. He of course wasn't using her, but he'd thought that she might come around. He had just been waiting for her to realize that she felt the same way he did.
"I'm sorry, Chris… but yes. I'm…. I really thought that I had feelings for you. But I didn't." Melissa didn't want to tell him the feelings she had for Noah. It would just cause drama that she didn't want to cause. "I really am sorry. You know I was trying not to hurt you." Melissa sighed. She hadn't wanted to do this before breakfast. "Please, Chris, we don't have to talk about this now. I was wanting to at least feed you before I broke your heart." Melissa really hated that he got a horrible look on his face after she said that. She didn't want to assume that she was hurting him but she knew that she was at least a little. Chris was serious about this relationship.
"Melissa, you're not breaking my heart." Chris was in shock a bit yes, but he also didn't want Melissa to think that she was having an effect on him like that. She wasn't. Yes, he'd thought they were getting serious, but that didn't mean that he was going to be incredibly broken up either. And he certainly didn't want Melissa to think that she had broken his heart. "You know that I was getting serious but if you don't want to be with me, I need you to tell me. I don't want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with me." Chris would feel humiliated if she did that. "Just be honest with me."
That was when she was honest, and she told him that she didn't feel the same way he did, and she thought it was best that they break up. Chris, while he was doing his best not to show it, was feeling incredibly humiliated. He had been falling in love with Melissa, and this didn't feel so good, that she was breaking up with him. He made some apologies and moved to grab Allison. She was in town to visit with him, it was her mother's first birthday that she was gone. Chris was suddenly very glad that she was here. Chris tugged her out to the car and did his best not to break down. She was asking him what was going on, and he had to tell her that they were broken up.
As soon as Chris walked out the door, Melissa felt her heart drop to her feet. She didn't know how that could have gone worse. She was afraid that they wouldn't even be friends anymore. She took a deep breath and went back to the food, and heard footsteps on the stairs. She hoped it was Stiles, and honestly, the footsteps were coming too quickly to be Scott these days. Melissa put the food on some serving plates and headed into the dining room. It was in fact Stiles, who kissed her cheek on his way to the coffee pot. He saw Chris' cup of half full coffee, she saw him. "You'll be happy to know that I ended it with Chris." She told him, her voice soft.
Stiles moved to look at her. "Oh, Ma…. I'm sorry." He said it but he really wasn't. He knew that she wouldn't believe that he was, either. Stiles sighed. "Okay, you know I'm not. But I really am sorry that you had to hurt him." Stiles didn't know how this could have turned out any other way. "You have to get over Dad before you start dating someone else." Stiles moved to get coffee then, he couldn't have this conversation without caffeine. He filled his cup to the brim and added some creamer. He didn't know what to say and it was tripping him up. He usually didn't have that problem. He always was able to find the words he needed.
His mother in law changed the subject. "Is Scott awake? I don't want to wake him if he's not but I also don't want to have breakfast without him." When Stiles told her he wasn't awake, she was kind of glad. She'd make him something if he wanted when he got up, but she didn't want to go and wake him now to eat. She didn't know that she could face him right now, he'd feel sorry for her and she couldn't handle that, not right now. Melissa moved to get her own coffee and they sat down to breakfast. Melissa was aching in her heart, and she didn't know how this was going to turn out and she was scared as hell.
When darkness falls upon your heart and soul
I'll be the light that shines for you
When you forget how beautiful you are
I'll be there to remind you
When you can't find your way,
I'll find my way to you
When troubles come around,
I will come to you
I'll be your shoulder when you need someone to lean on
Be your shelter
When you need someone to see you through
I'll be there to carry you
I'll be there
I'll be the rock that will be strong for you
The one that will hold on to you
When you feel the rain falling down,
When there's no one else around,
I'll be
And when you're there with no one there to hold
I'll be the arms that reach for you
And when you feel your faith is running low
I'll be there to believe in you
When all you find are lies
I'll be the truth you need
When you need someone to run to
You can run to me
I'll be the sun
When your heart's filled with rain
I'll be the one
To chase the rain away
Author's note: XD. I've had this started for a few days, I was finishing reading a book so this got pushed to the wayside. But since I finished it here you go. I can't promise that Chris and Melissa will end up together. I don't really ship it. But it's possible, it's about what Melissa wants, not what I want. Especially since I don't hate the ship, I just don't ship it. I hope ya'll liked, and review away!