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Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 13

I've been searching for a reason.

And I'm running out of time.

I can feel that it's the season.

It's time to make up my mind.

Time seemed to sweep by as fast as a breeze when you're in love... although Stiles Stilinski was still not quite ready to admit that particular word just yet.

Summer was nearing it's end, the last days of August spent as best they could think of, full with visits to every possible swimming pool and trips to the beach, evenings on the Stilinski's roof and late night movies at Scott and Derek's house. It was a perfect summer romance, Stiles thought. Better than anything he ever imagined and ever wished for.

As the final days of summer came, the group of teens had come to a decision to go on one last vacation together, before all of them scattered to different colleges and universities.

The destination: Ontario, Oregon.

A lacrosse tournament was scadualed for the very next week, and Stiles, along with Scott and Isaac, made plans to go on and watch it, as they were all part of the lacrosse team at school. On one shared evening at the McCall house, Lydia Martin overheard one of their excited conversations about the tournament and counted herself in, signing both Allison and Jackson in to come as well. She was bold and determined about the whole thing, no one even dared to resist her.

It isn't so bad, actually, when you think about it. Stiles thought as he laid awake in his bed that night. Well, except maybe Jackson.

His phone suddenly buzzed quietly on his nightstand, and Stiles turned over and reached for it, flicking it open and smiling as he saw the message.

[11:07 PM] Are you still up? Was the short message from Derek.

[11:09 PM] Yup. Why?

[11:09 PM] Just checking.

And then, [11:10 PM] So I hear everyone is joining you guys after all.

Stiles' mouth fell open as he stared at his screen for several seconds. [11:11 PM] HOW ON EARTH DID YOU FIND OUT THAT FAST?! He typed feverishly.

[11:11 PM] A little bird told me.

Stiles raised an eyebrow.

[11:12 PM] Lydia?

[11:12 PM] Scott.

Was the reply.

[11:13 PM] Should've guessed. Stiles smiled at his phone.

[11:14 PM] Listen... can I see you tomorrow? Was Derek's next message. [11:15 PM] I know it's gonna be a busy day, what with the packing and all. But I want to have some time with you before you go.

Stiles smirked, even though his heart swelled at the words he just read.

[11:16 PM] Sure, you big sap. You don't even have to ask, ya know.

[11:16 PM] Shut up.

[11:17 PM] Ok. See you tomorrow?

[11:17 PM] Yeah. Goodnight. I love you.

[11:19 PM] G'night.

Was all Stiles could say back.

He didn't fall asleep until dawn.

The next day was indeed a busy one. The minute Stiles got up that morning, his phone rang and Scott's panicked voice screamed at him he couldn't find his tickets anywhere. For a few long minutes of stressful yells from the other side, Stiles listened. He rolled his eyes and sighed, then hung up and texted Scott to look under the lamp on his nightstand. The embarrassed reply he got a minute later proved he was right, and so Stiles dropped his phone to the bed and went on to start his morning.

He had a session with Erica today, Stiles knew. She wanted to have some time with him to make sure he was ready for the trip, to a place with people he didn't know and that probably wouldn't be so understanding of his situation. Here, in Beacon Hills, anyone rarely made fun of Stiles for his mutism, since he was both a really lovable kid, and the Sheriff's son. But there? There was no guarantee he'd get the same treatment.

The session went surprisingly smoothly - considering how nervous and excited Stiles was - and with very little problems and stops at all, and at the end Erica got up from her couch and approached him, pulling him into a warm hug. He was pressed hard against her breasts, head squeezed into the crook of her neck as she held him in a death grip, mumbling in his ear.

"I'm so proud of you, baby!" She said with a wide smile, her breath warm on his ear as she pulled him tighter, her breasts squeezed against his chest. His ears burnt. "You go and have a good time, okay?" She said and he nodded as she finally let go and moved to hold him at arm-length, looking him over.

Of course. He smiled.

Erica's smile grew warmer as she looked at him. "I can't believe you're not in school anymore," She said. "It feels as if just yesterday the company assigned me to be your interpreter. You were so tiny back then!" She half laughed, half wiped at the corner of her eye. Stiles let out a groan.

You are not THAT much older than me. He stressed with a half-hearted scowl, motions wide and large. Erica waved her hand lightly, smiling.

"Doesn't matter." She said, and quickly placed a brief kiss on his forehead, leaping away before he could hit her. "You are still my baby-Stiles-boo~"

Stiles just groaned. Sometimes he seriously thought the person who gave Erica Reyes her diploma was high on heavy drugs, or at least half-insane.

How was this even his life.

"Promise to text me every night before you go to sleep."

Stiles sighed. Derek was looking at him seriously, both his hands resting on Stiles' hips as the teen not-so-subtly pinned him onto the Jeep's door at the Stilinskis' garage.

That's the third time you asked me today, Derek, and it's just for a week. You know I will, just shut up already. Stiles signed, trying to look annoyed, but the small smirk that danced at corner of his lips kind of ruined the effect. Derek's green eyes glittered playfully in the darkness of the night.

"Make me." He mumbled in a low voice, leaning in a little closer to Stiles' face. The teen smiled, eyes drifting to Derek's lips before he closed the distance between them. The kiss was long and slow, a sweet battle of tongues and lips as hands lazily slid to places no one else beside them should see.

A car passed by and slowed down next to them to a halt, and then Jackson Whittemore's head suddenly poked out of the silver Porsche's window, snarkily smirking at them with a raised eyebrow. The two jumped and pulled away from each other with a start. Derek smiled awkwardly and buried his forehead in Stiles' neck.

"You're not planning on undressing each other here, right?" He chuckled evilly. "I just ate." Lydia, who was riding shotgun, let out a short, amused giggle. Stiles blushed furiously.

Stuff it, jackass. He signed sharply, ears burning in embarrassment. Derek raised his head just in time to see Jackson turn to Lydia in confusion.

"What did he just say to me?" They heard him ask her quietly, but she waved him off.

"You don't wanna know." She answered lightly, and winked at Stiles when Jackson turned away. She leaned over him, her elbows on his thighs as she rested her chin on her palm, looking up at the couple outside. "Is Scott here yet?" She asked. Stiles shook his head.

"He said he was picking Isaac up." Derek contributed, shrugging.

"He's on his way," Allison's voice suddenly said from the backseat of Jackson's Porsche. Stiles didn't see her there, but when she waved her phone in front of them to show Scott's latest massage, he noticed her dark figure sitting curled in the backseat with a thin blanket and a bag of snacks beside her.

As if on a cue, Scott's green motorcycle appeared up the road, rolling towards them and slowing down. With his dark curls messy and his face pale, Isaac hopped off the back on shaking legs the minute they stopped, mumbling under his breath something about uneven-jawed psychos with a fake driver's licence. The motorcycle kept rumbling lowly as Scott grinned at everyone, removing his helmet.

"Can I park my baby in your dad's garage?" He asked Stiles, who shrugged and nodded, wiggling out of Derek's arms to pat soothingly on a very unstable Isaac's back. Scott didn't wait for anything more and drove straight into the garage, only by miracle not knocking half of the Sheriff's stuff off the shelves. He came back slower, carrying two large bags on either of his shoulders. "Thanks for helping," He hissed dryly at Isaac, dropping the bags to the ground with a groan and a 'thud'.

"You tried to kill me." Isaac accused him half-heartedly with a frown. Everyone laughed.

Allison stuck her head out of the backseat window, waiting patiently for Scott to reach her. They kissed right there in front of everyone, and Stiles just grumbled to himself. Derek was the only one close enough to hear that.

They soon loaded their bags and split into two cars - Scott joined Allison in the backseat of Jackson's Porsche, while Isaac turned to accompany Stiles in his blue Jeep, sliding into the passanger seat to wait for him.

Stiles was the only one left out of either car, still standing there in the V of Derek's legs, who was still leaning against the driver's door of Stiles' Jeep. Stiles shifted and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, leaning in close and resting his forehead against his. Everyone else at least had the decency to look away, and Isaac suddenly started wondering very loudly what the weather in Oregon would be while Scott cooperated with a little too much enthusiasm. Stiles appreciated it very much. They gave them a chance for a proper goodbye.

I'll miss you. Stiles signed slowly, sliding one hand off of Derek's neck to touch his own chin with a gentle gesture. Derek smirked, but his eyes were warm and soft as he pulled Stiles closer to him.

"Now who's the sap," He mumbled quietly, so close his breath ghosted over Stiles' lips. Stiles snorted softly.

Be serious. He scolded him playfully, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"I am. Very." Derek said with mock grave expression. Stiles' shy smirk turned into a chuckle. He shook his head twice, then moved closer to Derek, his nose brushing against the other's.

He didn't need to say anything else, just leaned in to kiss him gently in a way that said everything he couldn't voice. And when they parted, it was in silence, and Stiles moved away and climbed onto his Jeep and started the car. He gave Derek one last look out of his window and smiled at him with that special look he saved only for him, then stepped on the gas and drove away after Jackson's Porsche, leaving Derek's dark figure behind in the Stilinkis' driveway.

They were just turning at the end of street when Isaac, who was chewing at his bottom lips for the past two minutes, suddenly looked at him curiously. "You really do love him, don't you?" He asked quietly.

Stiles didn't answer.

And I can't really tell you what I'm gonna do.

There are too many thoughts in my head.

There are two roads to walk down and one road to choose,

So I'm thinking over the things that you've said.

A/N: Song used: "Thinking Over" / Dana Glover.

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