In this chapter Stiles tells Scott about his affection towards Derek. We also get some Stilinski boys bonding time as Stiles spends the day with his father and ends the night with yet another rose.
This chapter is not Sterek filled, I wanted a chapter for Stiles to get time with his father. I'll make up for the lack of Sterek in the next chapter! Promise!
Derek put his hand on Stiles', "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to force you into anything or-"
Stiles cut the man off, " It's fine, Derek." He sighed, "I'll see you later?"
Derek nodded and disappeared out of the window.
Stiles finished cleaning up the broken glass and got a new vase for the flowers. Scott had texted him back, asking if they needed to talk now or later. Stiles had told his friend whenever was fine, he still didn't even know what he'd say. All he knew was that he didn't want Derek hurt, or Scott. Stiles sat down on his bed and put his throbbing head into his hands. "Just tell Scott, then everything will be okay." He whispered to himself.
That evening a knock came on his bedroom door. Stiles opened it to find Scott standing there, with a concerned look. Stiles stepped aside allowing his friend in then shut his door again, "You chose the door this time? Good, I was beginning to think I needed a 'Werewolf Crossing' sign above the window." He laughed as he took a seat cross-legged on his bed.
Scott chuckled a moment then regained his concerned look, "Is everything okay, Stiles?"
Stiles nodded. "I just wanted to talk."
"About?" Scott asked cocking his head to the side like a puppy.
Stiles was silent a moment. Piecing together in his head what he wanted to say. "Well... I guess I'll just hop into what I want to say. Everyone knows about my obsession with Lydia, I mean, I've freaked about her since the freaking third grade."
Scott nodded, waiting for him to continue
"Well, I'm not sure how obvious it's become, but over the past few months, my love her has been dying down. I guess after years of waiting and waiting, I tried to move on. Just as I was trying to detach my feelings, in order to prevent a lifetime of total hurt, I met someone else. Someone who is more... Available."
Scott leaned his head forward, "Who? Are you talking about Erica?"
Stiles shook his head.
"Thank god." Scott laughed, "Who is it?"
Stiles was chewing his bottom lip with his eyes lowered, and by that, Scott could tell he was uncomfortable.
"Stiles, who is it? You can tell me."
"I know I can." Stiles went on, letting his friend know he did, in fact, trust him, "It's just a little difficult to say, I guess."
Scott was silent, giving his friend all the time he needed to find his words.
Stiles cleared his throat, telling Scott was a lot harder than he had imagined, "I have been feeling an attraction towards-" he awkwardly rubbed his fingers in his hair, "well, Derek."
He kept his eyes down, not wanting to directly look at Scott. After what seemed like a long moment of silence, he lifted his eyes to his friend.
Scott had a puzzled look in his face at first, "Really?"
Stiles nodded.
"I guess I just never noticed." He narrowed his eyes in thought, "Have you kissed him?" He said raising his voice slightly and smiling.
Stiles looked to his door then back at his friend, motioning for him to be quiet, "I haven't told my dad yet, keep it down!"
"You kissed him, didn't you?" Scott slyly grinned.
Stiles definitely preferred the eager-question-asking Scott over the I-cant-believe-you-what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you Scott. He smiled, he couldn't help it, "Yeah." He nodded with a flushed face, thinking back to the kissing earlier that day.
Scott laughed, "Is he a good kisser?"
Stiles laughed back, throwing a pillow at his friend, "Shut up!"
"So you're cool with this? I mean, you don't hate me for falling for Sourwolf?" Stiles asked, making sure all was good.
Scott grinned softly, "Of course not Stiles. Everything is cool."
Scott stayed with Stiles for a while longer, talking about their normal conversations, while trying to squeeze some Derek information out of his friend here and there. In response Stiles would blush and tell him to quit asking such odd questions. Before Scott had left, Stiles reminded him, "Just cause you know, doesn't mean you can tell the whole town."
Stiles lay in his bed. Satisfied with the reaction he received from Scott and rather pleased with the fact that he no longer had to worry while with Derek.
Rolling onto his side, Stiles moaned. He'd been trying to fall asleep but his body wasn't allowing him. He'd been tossing and turning in attempt to get comfortable but it wasn't working.
He looked to his window, the curtains were pulled back, allowing the moon's glow to enter his room. As much as he enjoyed the moon's view, it was distracting him, he wanted complete darkness. Hopefully that'd help him sleep.
Standing and pacing to the window, Stiles gripped the curtains into his fists. Taking one last look at the crescent moon, he began to pull the curtains over the window, but just before the window was fully covered, he noticed something on his windowsill, as he had the night before. With a smirk on his face and a lift in his heart, Stiles lifted his window and grabbed a single red rose.
Monday morning, Stiles awoke pretty late. He was thankful for the fact that they were on a break from school. Sitting up and blinking slowly, his three roses caught his eye. He happily looked at them, his heart lifting as the image of Derek entered his head. His eyes widened as his heart threw itself against his chest, he had forgotten to tell Derek that he'd spoken with Scott. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table and texted Derek, informing him of the news.
Mr. Stilinski was at his seat in the kitchen when Stiles had entered the room. "Dad?" Stiles asked narrowing his brows and looking to the clock that hung loosely on the wall.
"Stiles!" His father smiled and looked into his son's eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked trying not to sound incredibly rude, "It's Monday." He stated, walking to sit at the table beside his father.
"I decided to take the day off," He grinned, "to spend time with you." He added.
Stiles wasn't expecting that, but he wasn't disappointed either, "What are we gonna do?" He returned the grin.
Mr. Stilinski rested his chin in his hand, "Well," he paused in thought, "we're both long due at the shooting range." He smiled, remembering taking his son multiple times when he was younger.
Stiles was revisiting thoughts too. He used to love going to shoot the guns with his dad. It always made him feel powerful and cool, and he loved getting compliments from his fathers friends telling him how good of aim he had.
Stiles sat up straight in his chair, "Yes! That'd be awesome!"
Stiles stood in the stall, looking ahead of him, focused on his target. With his right eye closed, he slowly pulled back on the trigger until a loud crack vibrated, causing his wrists the jerk upward then back down again. "I guess it's been longer than I thought!" He called to his father who was standing behind his shoulder, watching. He hadn't even hit the target.
Mr. Stilinski laughed, "Try this." he stood directly behind his son and used his foot to push Stiles' feet apart, "Stand with your legs slightly spread," placing his hands on his sons shoulders he pressured forward, "it'll feel natural to have your shoulders leaned back, resist it, lean forward just slightly. And your head, lean it this way." He tilted his sons head with his hand. "Try that."
Now that he was sculpted into standing properly, he tried again. Pulling the trigger back slowly and allowing his hands to jerk upward only to find a bullet hole pierced into the black coloring of the target. He smiled satisfactorily, beaming his big brown eyes to his father.
Stiles was glad that his father had taken the day off to spend time with him. They both enjoyed themselves and found they've missed the company of one another. After shooting they went out to lunch and talked and joked together about normal things. Normal father-son talk. They even talked a little about Mrs. Stilinski until their hearts grew a bit heavy. Whenever the talk of love interests came up, Stiles would mention it's still Lydia, not wanting his dad to think otherwise.
The two stayed out all day, returning home that evening to watch TV together. Stiles lay back comfortably on the couch speaking to his father who sat in his chair. Stiles explained the plot of the movie that was playing and argued with his father when he would comment on how odd it looked, or when he'd say it looked pointless or even stupid. Apparently their movie tastes weren't exactly the same.
Mr. Stilinski grabbed the remote and motioned towards the power button before Stiles stopped him, leaping across the couch and taking the remote from his father.
"Stiles, this show is stupid!"
"It is not! It's not my fault you have bad taste." Stiles hid the remote behind his body and looked back at the TV.
"Let's just watch a movie we both like." His father suggested.
Stiles looked in disbelief at his dad, "Is there such a thing?"
Mr. Stilinski thought a moment, trying to think back to the days when they'd watch TV together all the time, "We both liked Jurassic Park."
Stiles continued to stare at the screen a moment before turning to his dad to smile.
And that's what they did. They watched Jurassic Park until Mr. Stilinski fell asleep in his chair and even Stiles' eyelids began to grow heavy. Turning off the TV and throwing a blanket over his father, he went upstairs to his room.
Yawning as he opened his door, Stiles immediately headed for his desk light, flipping it off and leaving his room dark, not even the moon shone it's way into the window. Stiles slid his feet on the floor, pacing to his bed, when he stopped. Slowly he slid his eyes towards the window, wondering if there was another rose, its been a couple nights in a row already, perhaps there was another waiting for him tonight. Lifting his window he greeted a lone red rose laying in the chilled night. It was cold and grey, from the shadows of the night. Stiles welcomed it into his room, warming the stem with his fingers and put it to sleep with the others in the small vase.