Charlie's POV

It's been three days since my father died, one since the funeral, and Stiles was still avoiding me. I don't know what hurt worse, the fact that my father was dead or that my boyfriend, and probably the only person who could make me feel better, refused to speak to me.

Sleep was useless. All I did was have nightmares about my mother and father dying or Stiles being possessed and stabbed. Sometimes I woke up screaming and Stiles' father had to come in to comfort me because Stiles refused to. Stiles practically gave me his bedroom while he slept on the couch and every time I tried to talk to him he just ignored me or acted like I wasn't there. Each time he did that it broke my heart even more than it already was.

After another sleepless night I got ready for school and quietly made my way downstairs to get some orange juice to drink, not feeling like eating at the moment. Stiles' father greeted me as I came in and I managed a quiet good morning before glancing at Stiles who simply walked in, grabbed one of the bagels that his father had made before walking out the door. I sighed as I heard him drive off in his jeep, leaving me behind.

"Do you want me to give you a ride to school?" John asked me as he finished shaking his head at his son's actions.

"I can drive myself. Thank you though. For everything." I smile weakly.

He nodded and kissed my forehead in a fatherly way before heading out himself. I ended up dumping the rest of my juice and grabbed my bag, pulling on my jacket before driving to school on my motorcycle. The moment I pulled up I could tell people were staring and that today was going to be awful, but I pushed through it and made my way into the school with my head down.

As I neared my locker I saw Stiles talking to Scott but the moment he made eye contact with me he shut his locker then walked off, once again breaking my heart into even smaller pieces. I managed a small hello for Scott, but didn't stay long enough to hear him say anything back. I went straight to my class and sat down in the front closest to the door, away from my usual spot next to Stiles in the back.

Before class started the teacher quietly told me that if I needed anything or wanted to leave I could. I assume all of them knew about my father's death by now and they were told to keep an eye on me. It was probably John's idea. Even though he was my boyfriend's father he acted like he was mine too and I was glad to have someone like him to have my back and be there for me when I needed it.

The first half of the school day went alright, but the more Stiles avoided me the more upset I became. My chest literally ached and the pain became too much during Coach's class. He saw my tears before I even knew they were coming and paused to make sure I was okay.

"Why don't you go to the counselor's office for a while. I'll give you the assignment tomorrow." He said softly.

I nodded slightly and packed up my things quickly before leaving the room, knowing that everyone's eyes were on me but I didn't look back. Instead of going to her office I went to the locker room which I knew was empty this period. I dropped my bag onto the floor, feeling like I couldn't breathe. Normally Stiles would help me with panic attacks, but I couldn't count on him this time so I tried to get over it myself but nothing was working.

"Scott..." I breathed, opening he was listening. "I need him... I need Stiles." I sobbed.

Stiles' POV

My gaze had been locked on her the entire period and I could tell that she was starting to cry because of the way her shoulders shook. I felt terrible when she rushed out after Coach talked to her, wishing I could go to her but I couldn't. Not after what I did to her father. I still had nightmares about it and I knew she did to by the way she screamed sometimes. My dad had yelled at me for not being there for her, but he didn't understand. None of them did.

"Stiles... She's having a panic attack in the locker room. She needs you." Scott whispered to me.

"What? I... I can't. You help her." I said.

"No. This has gone on long enough. What happened to her dad wasn't your fault and you need to be there for her." He argued.

I looked at him for a moment before realizing he was right. I let out a small groan and quickly packed my bag, rushing out before Coach could say anything. I ran to the locker room, hearing her before I saw her.

She sat on the floor, leaning against the wall trying to stay calm but I could already tell that she was getting light headed. Without saying anything I sat down and pulled her onto my lap, holding her close to me.

"Shh... It's okay. Just breathe." I whisper, feeling her hand clutch onto my shirt. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

She clung to me as she slowly calmed down, but even then her grip never loosened. Not that I minded one bit. I missed the feeling of having her in my arms, holding her body close to mine.

"I've been acting like such an ass to you lately and I'm so sorry. It's just... I remember everything. I remember killing your dad and hurting you. I felt like it was my fault. I should have fought harder when he tried to possess me. I'm not as strong as you or the rest of the pack. I'm just me." I sighed.

"Stiles... You are the strongest out of all of us. You are the one who pulls us together when everything seems lost. You've put your life on the line even though you know that you can't heal yourself. None of this is your fault. It never was... Just... promise you won't do that again. I can't handle losing you... I can't."

Her voice broke as she said that and I pulled her lips to mine, kissing her deeply. I could taste the salt from her tears, but that didn't stop me from continuing. She immediately returned the kiss, her soft hand cupping my cheek as she pulled me closer.

We kissed for what seemed like hours until the bell surprised us and broke us apart.

"Let's get out of here... We can go see a movie or something." I suggested as I looked at her.

She nodded and I helped her up, still holding her hand as we walked out to the parking lot. She left her motorcycle for us to pick up later and we got in my jeep, just driving around the city until we eventually stopped out at the cliff that overlooked the city. I grabbed a blanket from the back of the jeep then laid it out on the grass before we both sat down.

I laid back, pulling her down with me as we stayed close to each other and looked up at the clouds as they passed by. Neither of us said anything, but we didn't need words to tell each other what we were feeling.

"I love you, Stiles." She murmured, kissing my jaw gently.

"I love you, too." I smile softly and keep her close.

We were alone for a little while before a couple cars pulled up and the rest of the pack got out, walking over to us.

"Skipping school and not inviting us? I'm a little hurt." Lydia smiled as she laid next to Charlie.

Everyone else sprawled out on the blanket or next to it, some of them laying on another's legs or stomach. I looked down at Charlie to see her eyes watering a little, but this time it was from happiness. I smile softly and kiss her forehead.

"You still have us, Charlie... Always."

(A/N: I might end it here for now. I'm not sure if I'll write more or do little one-shots about Starlie. Let me know what you think. :) )