Stiles returned to school, a few days had gone by since the incident that happened with Derek inside his jeep. He had been avoiding him. He didn't want to talk about what happened between them yet. He was to busy trying to figure out his own emotions to even try to deal with him. Scott looked over at him. "Hey what's wrong, you haven't said a single word all day, are you sick?" He asked in a whisper so the teacher wouldn't over hear them.

Stiles leaned back in his seat, looking over at him. "I'll explain over some Jack Daniels tonight." Stiles said, he already had the bottle hidden away in his jeep, he was going to drink it alone but maybe having Scott around to listen to his sad little sob story wouldn't be so bad. It might even help him deal with it.

After school he and Scott skipped practice and drove to the middle of nowhere, Stiles took a big drink then handed the bottle over to Scott, who refused to take it. He began to drink it some more. "So are you going to tell me what your problem is?"

"Derek...what else do you think my problem would be?" He said leaning against the door. Scott looked at him without saying a word, Stiles took a few more drinks before letting out a depressed sigh. "So we did it and everything but now I just feel like shit. I might actually like him but I know he doesn't like me like that so I'm stuck once again in a circle of loneliness and unresolved feelings. God I hate my life." He said drinking some more.

Scott didn't know what to say to him, what could he say. "Have you tried talking to him?" Scott asked and Stiles laughed and looked over at him. He smirked and took a drink.

"Talking to Derek, you make it sound like its nothing more then a walk in the park. Why don't you try talking to him, just picture trying to tell that sour grumpy ass that you might love him, that you want to be with him in a more then sexual meaning of the word. Try to understand how I feel right now. I could never say that and listen to him reject me, there's no way he would be nice about it." Stiles said and quickly gulped the drink down.

Scott couldn't help but to feel super awkward about having to listen to this. He wondered if this is how Stiles felt all the times he had to listen to him talk about Allison, no, this here was by far even more uncomfortable, at least he and Allison had a some what normal relationship. "What if he's feeling the same way?" Scott asked trying his best to cheer him up. Stiles laughed again, but it was dry and fake, he looked back out the window.

The sky was getting gray above their head and the air was moist, rain was coming. Stiles couldn't believe how cliché this was becoming. He was down in the dumps and the weather just had to take a turn for the worse, as if he wasn't already falling into the sad 'how I lost my virginity to some asshole' cliché. In fact right now he just hated that word, it was too French sounding, wait it is French isn't it? He was to drunk to even know.

He closed his eyes and listened to the clash of thunder as it went off above their heads. "Scott...am I gay?" He then asked. Scott looked over at him and grabbed his shoulder giving it a light squeeze. How was he suppose to answer that question, he didn't know. Stiles listened to the rain, listening to it drop and hit against his car, the sound of it was peaceful and relaxing but the jolts of lighting and the loud drums of thunder weren't.

He kept his eyes closed and despite the storm above their heads he fell asleep. Scott moved him into the passenger seat, letting him stay asleep, besides he couldn't drive as drunk as he was. He drove Stiles home and took him inside. Lucky for them the Sheriff wasn't home, Scott carried him to his room and placed him down in bed and went and got him some water. He went back down stairs and looked out the window, the rain was poring down. He sat on the couch and waited for it to pass.

Stiles slept in drunken bliss, which isn't all that blissful when the room feels like its twisting and turning and spinning. He buried his face in the pillows, his skin was hot cause of the alcohol and his stomach felt bloated, like he ate a bunch of bread. A gust of wind blew into his room, spraying icy cold water real quick before the window closed again. Stiles didn't even wake up. Derek walked over to his bed. He could smell the booze on his clothing.

He walked over to his bed water dripping from his clothes and hair, he could hear Scott downstairs talking to Allison over the phone. He shook Stiles shoulder, waking him. Stiles looked at him and rolled his eyes before he shut them. "I don't wanna talk to you, not while your dripping water all over my floor like a damn sexy beast." He said and Derek growled at him softly.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Derek growled and Stiles grunted, his head felt funny. He was going to have such a terrible hangover.

"I don't want to talk about it Derek. There's nothing I have to say to you." His heart beat got faster, he was such a liar. Derek turned him over on his back and snarled at him. Stiles reached up and cupped the side of his face, rubbing the palm of his hand against his stubble. His fingers went behind Derek's ear and rubbed the scratches. Derek moved against his hand, closing his eyes. "Derek...my head hurts." He muttered and leaned back into his pillows, closing his eyes and pressing his hands to his forehead.

"It's going to. Once you sober up we are going to have a talk. I'll be back." Stiles grabbed him, his fingers gripping his wet shirt tightly. He looked up at him, he looked so pathetic it was kinda sad. Stiles just kept staring at him, although his eyes couldn't really focus to well. "Is there something you want to say before I leave?" He asked and Stiles let him go.

"No...I have nothing to say. Just don't leave yet." Stiles said and curled up in a ball closing his eyes. Derek sat down on the bed, looking down at Stiles and didn't even bother leave, even after Stiles fell back asleep. Scott walked in, he caught Derek scent and he wanted to make sure Derek wouldn't take advantage of his drunk friend.

Scott and Derek looked at each other and he stood from the bed. He walked over to Scott and grabbed him by the should dragging him out the room. "Me and you are going to talk. Your his best friend so you must know what his problem is." Derek growled at him.

Scott shook his head and stared at him. "I'm not going to tell you. This is between you and him. Why don't you try asking him yourself." Scott said.

Derek snarled. "He won't talk to me! He's been avoiding me ever since we..."

"Did it, yeah I know he told me. Stiles is going to hate me for this but...he thinks that he might have some sort of feelings for you, like lovey-dovey type of feelings and he doesn't know how to tell you. He doesn't even want to tell you because he's afraid of how you'll reject him. I think he's afraid that you just wanted sex from him." Scott confessed and Derek whole expression changed. He looked surprised, like he was expecting to hear something totally different from him. He let Scott's shoulder go and was lost in thought. Scott sighed. "I can't tell you what to do, well I can but you wouldn't listen to me, but whatever you choose...just try not to hurt him." Scott said looked outside.

The rain had let up enough for him to leave and go home. He left Derek alone there, hoping that everything would work out for the best. He was actually hoping they would get together, maybe if Derek was getting laid he would get in a better mood, and maybe if Stiles was getting laid then maybe he would move on and forget about Lydia. Derek ended up having to leave before Stiles woke because of his father returning home from work sooner then he normally would have.

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Fuck my emotions! The only thing I ate today was a bunch of cookies and a frosty. Stupid jerk face didn't call me, totally just threw me off my news years revolution. I made three.

Be more confident in yourself and don't be afraid to approach new people 2. Get a boyfriend 3. Do him so hard that he gets pregnant and makes you take responsibility and marry him.

The third one was a joke...yeah a joke haha...I know men can't get pregnant

Thanks you to my editor for editing. I love you.