Chapter 11

Neither boy spoke for the remainder of the night; both choosing to ignore what had happened. They silently walked up the stairs to Derek's room, changed in to sleepwear and climbed in to bed. Derek slept as close to the edge as he could without falling off whilst Stiles spread out over the rest of the mattress. Unlike the night before they both made an effort, even in their sleep, to stay away from each other.

The awkwardness continued the next morning making breakfast an uncomfortable affair for all involved as Derek and Stiles avoided any unnecessary contact with each other. Even without the obvious distance between them Derek's family could feel the tension between the boys.

Unsurprisingly it was Laura who broke the painful silence.

"Seriously what is going on with you two? You were disgustingly sweet yesterday and now Stiles looks like Derek kicked a puppy and made him watch. What could have possibly happened in one night that was so bad you can't even look at each other now?" She snapped with more sass than Stiles thought was possible this early on a Sunday morning. Unlike Stiles, Derek was obviously used to Laura's morning sass and simply ignored her for the rest of the meal before washing his plate and storming out of the room. Mrs Hale tried to following him but Stiles stopped her.

"Let me go, I need to talk to him anyway." Stiles said quietly as he headed towards the door.

Pretending he couldn't hear the Hales quiet talking as he left the room Stiles slowly, unsurely, made his way towards Derek's room, trying not to think about what could be waiting for him on the other side of the door.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts before he entered the room. What was he supposed to say? Knowing his luck he was more likely to make things worse rather than better.

Derek's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"You might as well come in Stiles, I can hear you panicking from in here." The older boy didn't sound angry but rather passive; as though he knew they needed to talk but still didn't want to. Taking a deep breath to at least try and calm his nerves Stiles opened the door and walked in before he could chicken out.

The room was tidier than it was when he left this morning so Stiles guessed Derek had been tidying whilst they finished his breakfast. Clothes that had previously been thrown half-heartedly in the closet had been neatly folded and put away. Derek's desk was now clear except for the few books that belonged there. The bed was made with fresh sheets and Derek was sitting stiffly on the edge waiting for Stiles.

Stiles slowly made his way across the room to sit next to Derek, avoiding looking at the older boy as he walked. He hated how things had changed between yesterday and today. Stiles knew the change between them was his fault but he didn't know how to fix things. Never one to remain silent for long Stiles twisted in his seat to face Derek before he could back out.

"I'm sorry. I know this is my fault, even though I'm not completely sure what I did wrong, so please just tell me how to fix this 'cause I don't know about you but I thought we were becoming friends or… I don't know." Stiles trailed off, his words becoming an anxious mess. As he waited for Derek's reply he focused on his breathing, trying to stay calm but struggling.

After Derek remained mute for a couple more minutes Stiles risked glancing up from the spot he had been staring at blankly since he re-entered the room. Looking up he found Derek watching him with a mixture of confusion, surprise and something Stiles couldn't identify.

It seemed like Derek was finally about to speak when he suddenly jerked his head towards the door and froze. Stiles was about to ask what was wrong when he heard it. The sound of the door being knocked down was the first thing he noticed but it was quickly followed by glass breaking and what sounded like some sort of wild animal. Whatever was going on he could only assume it wasn't good.

His assumption was proved correct when Laura came storming through the door and threw a gun in Stiles general direction before turning on her heel and leaving faster than should be possible for a human. He knew there was something different about the Hales, something weird, but this wasn't anything like what he had been thinking. Stiles looked between the gun and Derek waiting for some sort of explanation but Derek looked just as shocked as he was. The older boy continued staring out of the door after his sister whilst remaining in his defensive position in front of Stiles.

"There are some things about my family that you don't know and I really don't have time to explain right now, so just take this," he pushed the gun in to Stiles hesitant hands "stay close to me and no matter what happens you have to try and stay calm." Derek finished and rushed out the room leaving a bewildered Stiles standing at the foot of the bed trying to work out what the hell was happening. How had he gone from almost molesting Derek in front of his family to having a gun forced on him.

What the hell was going on here?

End Of Chapter

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