He was so hungover he couldn't even manage getting out of his bed. He played it off like he had some sort of stomach bug and stayed home, skipping out on school. He wrapped himself up in blanket, moaning in his misery and self loathing. Finally his growling stomach forced him to leave the safe warm sanctuary of his bed in the search of spectacular, wonderful food.

Still with the blanket wrapped around him he went into the kitchen to see if there was any can soup left over. He found some cream of mushroom and some can nacho cheese, neither sounded good to his stomach. He closed the cupboard door and grumbled. He moved to the fridge but found nothing better. He ended up just eating some plain bread before turning to go back to his room. He jumped and gave a not-so manly scream. Derek was standing in his kitchen only a few feet away.

"I really hate it when you do that!" Stiles grumbled and wrapped the blanket around him even tighter. Derek was only inches from him in a matter of seconds, putting his hands on the counter top on each side of him. Stiles stared at him before having to look away. Derek wanted to say something to him, a lot of things but he couldn't find the words. He leaned in, nuzzling into Stiles neck and closed his eyes. Stiles stared at the back of Derek's head before wrapping inside the blanket with him. He felt Derek's arms around him, feeling that same feeling he got after he held him after killing Mavrick.

He then felt Derek kiss his neck and his shoulder. Stiles blushed but pushed him away shaking his head, he couldn't do this, not with how he felt. Derek moved to his ear, giving a soft growl. "Stiles...I..." Derek began but stopped, he couldn't say it, he wanted to but the words were getting stuck inside his throat. Stiles stared at him and he couldn't take it, he wanted Derek to keep talking, say something. He wanted Derek to say anything, tell him he just wanted sex, tell him he actually did care, he didn't need to hear the 'L' word, but something was better then the big fat nothing he was getting.

Stiles realized that he could always be the first to say something, anything to get this out of the way. He had to know what this all meant to him. His heart was pounding just thinking about it. The door knob to the front door began to turn and the door opened. Derek was gone, out the back door before the Sheriff even had a chance to even get a glimpse of him. Stiles stood there, disappointed and still hungry. "Stiles what are you doing out of bed?" He asked, holding a paper bag in his hand.

"I was...I was just getting something to eat." He said and with a glazed over depressed look on his face returned to his room, his dad followed him, saying his name. Stiles ignored him and flopped down onto his bed. He buried his face into the pillows. His dad walked into his room and stood in the door way, he had about enough of his son's behavior it was really starting to worry him.

"Did something happen between you and Isaac? You've been acting strangely ever since you dropped him off." His father asked and Stiles buried his face even deeper into the pillows.

"Yeah...something did happen. I'm not sure how I'm suppose to feel about it. Can we not talk about this dad?"

"No Stiles, we are going to talk about it. I can't stand sitting around watching you mope."

"We had sex and now I'm not even sure if he even cares about me. I can't even tell him how I feel about it, I want to know if he actually does like me or cares or feels anything at all for me. But you know what ? I don't even know how I feel about him. I think I might actually love him." Stiles confessed and looked over at his father. His dad was staring at him with his eyes wide and mouth open in shock. That wasn't what he was expecting to hear. He thought they had broke up.

Stiles blushed and realized he just told his dad that he had sex. He told his dad that he had sex with Isaac. He told his dad, oh lord, he couldn't believe he just said that, what was he thinking. "Umm uh okay Stiles I'm going to be honest with you...I have no idea what to do. I'm just going to tell you what I was going to tell. Everything is going to be alright." His father said and Stiles couldn't help but to crack a smirk at how uncomfortable his father was.

His dad left the room after making that last comment and Stiles curled up in bed. He closed his eyes and tried to back to sleep. Stiles sighed and nuzzled into the covers. He didn't have to worry about Derek over hearing that, but Isaac on the other hand heard every single word. All he wanted was to ask Stiles for some advice but now he thought that creeping in though his window now would just be suspicious to anyone who might see him, like the creepy lady who was out watering her lawn during the middle of the night who looked him dead in the eye with a wink and waved. She had tried waving at the other young man but he was always so grumpy looking, he never waved back.

She thought about telling the boy's father about the young men crawling though his son's window at all times of the night, but she was young once and back in the day she had been quite the little hell cat, so she saw no real harm in the boy's actions. After all what's a little fun going to do, its not like he was going to land himself on Sixteen and Pregnant. She laughed and began to picture that episode in her head before she returned to watering her plants.

Stiles opened his window and grabbed Isaac pulling him inside. "What are you doing just sitting out there. What if someone saw you?" Stiles said smacking him on the shoulder.

"Someone did, that creepy lady...she winked at me." Isaac told him and Stiles covered his face grunting, as if he didn't have a hangover induced headache that was causing him pain already. Isaac stared over at Stiles as he sat on the foot of his bed. "I can't believe you told your dad that we did it! We didn't do it, god gross, I mean no offense Stiles but just no." Isaac said, he even thought about telling about his crush on Scott, but he felt as if now was the totally wrong time.

Stiles flopped backwards onto his bed. "Why are you even here? Wait did you hear everything I just said to my dad." He asked not even looking up at him, he knew he had to have heard, with the werewolf hearing abilities. Isaac sat next to him and sighed, he had come over to talk to Stiles about Scott but he changed his mind.

"You and Derek need to make up. Just tell him how you feel, he's bad with dealing with his own emotions he's not going to let that side of him show so easily but its there I know it is. He has to care for you." Isaac said and Stiles chuckled and looked over at him.

"What makes you think he cares about me?"

"When the Incubus took you...we all could hear his heart beat, we all could smell his fear, we all saw the look on his face. He was worried to death about you and if he didn't care about you, if he didn't love you, then why would he have reacted like that? You're both too stupid to see what's right in front of you. Yeah your relationship started in reverse not really the normal way to start but who gives a fuck about normal anyways! You guys need to just admit how you feel already! Why don't you start by telling your dad we're not really dating, cause you know there's someone I like and if things go well I don't want someone telling him that I'm cheating on you." Isaac said growing more and more frustrated with each word. Saying all that Stiles however made him feel like a coward about his own feelings.

"Isaac are you alright? You seem really upset about this and its not even your problem." Stiles said and Isaac snapped even further.

"Of course I'm upset Stiles, if two people like each other they should be together and if you guys don't...then what hope is there for me. I like someone who likes someone else, I don't think they even see me like that at all. Its like you watching Lydia with Jackson, it hurts but you can't stop liking that person and that makes it worse. You need to tell Derek how you feel so I can have the courage to tell Sc... that person how I feel!" Isaac said before he could lose his temper at Stiles he crawled out the window and ran off.

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Yeah, I think I'll go to a coffee shop or something tomorrow and write over a nice hot drink like tea. That's a good place to meet new people right, I don't even know.

Update: I'm not going anywhere. I have a huge cold soar on my lip and I'm not going around trying to meet new people like that. The first think they'll see is that thing on my face. Thank you life for fucking me over yet again!

Well I'll shut up about my feeling towards the world now. Please review and just ignore my angry little comment up there.