Derek's POV.
Everything seemed better, Stiles was happier and we had started a nice questionnaire. He seemed to be having fun, hell, his smile was radiant. He started with simple basic questions, favorite color, favorite type of music and such; it seemed like he really did wanted to get to know me better. I just played along with the level of questions he asked. He kept moving around the room as we asked our questions, just like a little puppy trying to find were to lay down. In one question he was on top of the bed, the other he was leaning on the door, then sitting on the floor. He was so energetic, and specially so cute. I had come to admit it to myself. I liked Stiles Stilinski; and this morning was more than enough time to figure it out. Now it was my turn, the fourteenth question for me, and I wanted to waste no more chances to ask what I wanted to ask from the beginning. I, too, had been quite a bit. I was somewhat nervous to be alone with the guy I liked, specially having him there laying on my bed.
"fourteen. why did you come to me?" I asked, my face serious. This had turned from a game to get to know each other into more of a personal talk with a friend. He sat at the bottom edge of the bed, facing me; facial expression as serious as mine.
"I'm not a very popular person despite my personality. And well, as you know I haven't been talking to Scott. I was having problems. So who better than another friend." he started. I really liked all the hand gestures he used, he did that a lot, tons of body language. "fifteen. If you dislike me so much, why did you let me stay?" he ended, sadness in his voice. The last thing I wanted was to get him into a depressed mood again; but I had to ask. Did he really think I disliked him? I know am not the nicest person in the world, specially towards him; but I never wanted for him to think I disliked him. Now that I thought about it, slamming him against everything and talking to him like if I'd eat him right the next second was definitely not the nicest thing to do to someone. I had to let him know.
"you're such a dork, it is impossible to dislike you. I let you stay because you're my friend, or the closest I have to one anyway. Plus, this morning I remembered about something that happened 9 years ago. Do you remember Crescent city?" I asked him. By the way he widened his eyes and half-dropped his jaw I guessed he did. The instant I heard Stiles gasp an unbelieving 'no' I knew that the kid remembered. I didn't think Stiles would act much about it. I was right. He joked about me not saying 'fifteen' when I unwillingly made my fifteenth question. I also guessed his next question right, and I surprised myself once again. Stile's was supposed to be the bright one, but all my guesses were turning into reality. He asked how it was that we were both right here right now. All we could do was ask and answer, so there wasn't much for us to talk unless we wormed words into our answers or questions. I clasped my hands together as I answered "we'll talk about it once we're done." For my sixteenth question I asked something more personal; a question that was hard to get past out of my vocal chords. I asked him how close his relationship with Scott was. I noticed that question was uncomfortable for him as he sort of squinted his eyes and jumped back a little. He answered my question nonetheless. The brown eyed boy told me that him and Scott had appeared into each others lives at the right moment to fill the voids that had been left by a missing parent. That they had been there for each other, they were more than just best friends; they were like lovers. Not really the partnership type of love; but they were always there for each other, giving all they had for one another. They loved each other; they had deep lust-less feelings for each other. All the while I took of his bandages and placed them so he would be able to use his hands more freely. I personally regretted not being that one friend, but I thanked Scott not only for coming in but for giving it his all above everything.
Stiles surprised me with his sixteenth question. He asked if I had someone like he did. He was laying on my bed, facing the ceiling, thoughtful. At the moment I didn't think much of eye contact, I knew he was deep into the game that had turned into a 'only truth' 'truth or dare game.'
"I do actually" I responded dryly and quickly. If there was a response I didn't want to get into detail about it was this one. So, I just jumped in with my seventeenth question. "would you like to have a boyfriends relationship with Scott?" I questioned, holding back my jealous tone as much as I could. I probably was going in to deep, he made it obvious with his facial expressions, but they were things I needed to know.
As I allowed him some time to think of his answer I crept my way onto my bed to lie by his side and placed an arm across my forehead. He immediately got up, I frowned, I thought I had discomforted him; but as I opened my mouth to offer to get up from the bed for him to lie down I saw him heading back to his spot this time with the snack bowl, which to this point had not been touched, placing it between his legs. I wondered why he placed it there and not on top of his stomach but he unknowingly gave me the answer as he started bouncing a tennis ball of the ceiling which he caught right above his belly. He stopped after the third throw and grabbed some mix of Lays, Doritos and Cheetos and stuffed his mouth with a fist full of the mix. He cocked his head towards me, smiled and replied with a very simple "no. eighteen. Are you jealous of Scott?" That wasn't a serious question, he was joking and we both knew it. He was such a sarcastic tease. He was just probably trying to get some tension off from the atmosphere.
I deduced that the time he spent to think about my question he did so trying to make himself believe that he didn't want to go out with Scott; so when he answered it would be as if it were true, but he failed. I didn't; I didn't fail to notice the louder heartbeat telling me that Stiles had lied. "Did you actually just lied to me?" I asked bewildered. How dared he lie to the alpha? He should've known better than to do something like that. He just raised an eyebrow with a scolding look on his face, I quickly understood why he did so. "eighteenth. Did you actually just lie to me?" I repeated rolling my eyes. He was being so overly casual, he was really taking most of this as a game. "and no, am not jealous of Scott, am just curious. Personally I think is quite obvious" I added.
"right!" he teased "i wasn't lying by the way." there was a long pause as he got more chips and ate them, drank some of his mountain dew. He turned around and somewhat worriedly asked. "Was I?" and it made me realize that he had actually spent the time thinking over my question, not trying to lie. I understood more clearly now, that was the only reason the boys had yet to admit something that was as clear as water for me because neither of them knew it yet.
"you forgot to say nineteen." I joked, it was finally my turn to rub it in his face. "and am sorry, I realize that you weren't aware. Yeah, you lied, in a subconscious level at least." I paused for a bit, I was getting the munchies, but I was hesitant as to dip my hand into the bowl between Stiles' thighs. I ended up dipping my hand in and grabbing a handful of junk food. It was more than I could take in my hand actually, and some of the chips dropped from my fist-ed hand onto Stiles' jeans, above his dick. I turned to the left and stared at him, mentally asking him if I could get my potato and tortilla chips back. I don't think he understood however as he grabbed them on his own and took them into his mouth. I Just gulped at the seductive way in which he did so; this kid was actually really playful despite the questions that were being asked in which his sexuality was in question; I guessed he didn't mind.
I asked my nineteenth question. It was whether he was sexually confused. He thought for a rather long time and I thought he would give me a solid answer. He didn't however, he just gave me an 'I guess'. I took that as enough of an answer. I was deep in thought, he was being so casual and honest. I was wondering whether he would have answered all these questions anyway if I had just asked without using a game as an excuse.
"twenty" he finally said ripping my head out of my thoughts. I turned to him to show I was listening when he spoke again asking: "are you confused on whether you like me" he paused, "or Scott?" there was sorrow in his eyes, I wasn't really sure what is was due to though so I was sent deep into my thoughts. Was it because he wanted me to be sexually confused, or was it because he thought I liked Scott? The latter was the most possible one however, Scott was the most popular in that field, with everyone liking him and what not. I didn't blame the girls though, Scott McCall was hot as hell. He was sexy, he was handsome and he was dumb. Just what girls liked. It didn't surprise me much since that's what girls went for all the time. What surprised me though was that all the time girls ask for someone like Stiles, the perfect guy. Cute, caring, nice; an angel practically. Stiles even had the devilish instincts in him a guy does as to not look too girly. He was what girls always say they want, but they always went for the guys like Jackson or Scott. Not that Scott was an ass like Jackson was, but he was more suited into that category than Stiles. I got back to reality, to see Stiles coming out of the restroom. I guess I was too out of it. And damn, how did I regret having fixed his bandages. I should've been in there with him, but oh well. I had already wasted so much time so I just went ahead with my
twentieth question. I asked where his favorite place to eat was.
He laughed and he seemed a bit more cheered up; he told me it was the hamburger shack close to school, him and Scott always went there. He didn't seem to have noticed that I didn't answer his question, or maybe he forgot about it thinking he knew the answer when I blanked out in thought. I was wrong. He reminded me I hadn't answered his question practically vegging with his eyes for an answer.
I simply told him I wasn't confused about either of them, and that seemed to have saddened him as he bit his lower lip and directed his gaze towards the floor and no longer into my eyes.
His last question took me by surprise once again. It was a double question, but I didn't mind; I was ready to confess. He asked why I had such an interest in knowing about his sexual orientation then. The second question was who was the answer to his sixteenth question. I decided it was unfair that I had a lie detector as a werewolf power and he didn't, so I just replied with the truth. It wasn't an actual answer to his questions; but what I said should've told him everything. I said: "Its you. I like you Stiles." he rapidly shot his head upward again, about to protest something. Most likely that I had lied, knowingly though I kept speaking. "I didn't. I am not confused about either of you. I am sure that you're the one that I want. You're the one I am imprinted to."
He didn't look as surprised as I thought he would be; but then again, he had probably been coming to that conclusion as I drew my questions out to him. He seemed even more lost in thought though, and that's when I decided to strike him with the question I had been dying to ask him all day; my last question. "twenty-one" I smiled. "do you like me?"
He grabbed yet another handful of snacks and filled his mouth with them. I started to sweat a bit in anxiety. He grabbed his drink and asked what had happened to me 9 years ago. I decided to follow his lead, whether he answered or not became irrelevant. I told him my family had moved to Beacon Hills that same day we had met because we were being followed by Allison's family. He went on to explain that his mother's death had caused him some serious trauma that caused him repetitive panic attacks, and in between so much pain he ended up forgetting what had happened that day. He was curious though to ask why I had forgotten about it. I explained to him that when my house had been burnt down a year after we moved here in all the commotion of the fire and all the destruction it caused made me lose my childhood memories; but that a couple of hours ago it had all come back to me as I smelt Stiles B.O. Combined with the blood.
There was a long pause. And we were both just staring at each other until he decided to speak.
"you know, I never really got to thank you about that. I really appreciated that back then. It is actually because of you that I decided to stop being so shy, am not really that strong, but I thought that maybe people seeing some over-confident kid would decide to stay away from him."
"and if they don't, you have two werewolves to watch over you." I offered. I knew that it somehow would make him feel more nurtured.
"thanks, you know wolfy, you're not so bad after all. I'll be honest with you, you used to scare the shit out of me before. But I started to grow fond of you as we progressed through the deal of getting rid of your uncle; specially that day at the hospital when we found out he was the alpha. And am glad that you are the alpha now, someone nice and caring, unlike your uncle." he said offering me a warm smile which I returned in sign of appreciation.
"thanks mutt. Just know that am here for you always, just like Scott you're a part of my pack. Even though you aren't a werewolf, you're part of our family; just like Jackson will be soon." I said winking at his expression. His gaped mouth and wide eyes told me he did not see that one coming and I bet Scott wouldn't either. "yeah, he will be part of our pack soon, I an feel it. Hell, I know it. Just know that your problems with Scott will be solved, because I control the pack, and the pack has to stay together; not that I doubt things will resolve on their own. But just in case, am here." I told him.
"wolfy. . ." he trailed off. I turned to face him to let him now my full attention was on him. He turned his body on my bed so that he was faced down. Buried his face on my pillow an mumbled something that wasn't much but became my everything. "twenty-first answer. . . i think I do feel something for you."
That was all I could ask for. That totally made me happy, I almost orgasmed with joy to his words. I could not think of anything else at the moment that would make me happier and I reached to grab his hand when it all came tumbling down. The smell of my inopportune beta approaching my house. And the little I had became nothing.
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