author's note: Sorry, guys! I was supposed to upload this yesterday, but I was out shopping for most of the day. Nine should be up a bit later! Also, thank you for your reviews/comments, bombon~ :3
Christmas Company
Stiles had always had his dad for Christmas, and though it had seemed empty the few years after the death of his mom, it had become comfortable and nice. Sometimes, his family and Scott's would share the day; needless to say, he wasn't ever truly lonely on Christmas.
This year, Scott was with Allison and his dad had work (at least, that's what he said, though Stiles was beginning to wonder if there was a lady friend that he hadn't been told about yet). Right after presents and morning coffee, he was bid farewell with a large number of sincere apologies. The teen didn't hold it against his dad or his friend, but as he looked out the window on Christmas day, he realized that he didn't feel like being alone.
So he did the first thing that came to mind and went to the house of someone he knew was always alone.
"Derek! Open up the door already, I'm freezing!" A tightly curled fist pounded against the door, fingers desperately trying to maintain warmth. In hindsight, the boy probably should have called ahead to make sure the werewolf really was at home, but it was a spur of the moment decision. Besides, where else would the guy be?
Just as Stiles was about to slam into the door, it flung open - resulting in the teen flinging himself into the owner of the home and sending them tumbling to the floor in an sprawling heap of tangled limbs.
"...What are you doing?" The man all but growled, eyes narrowing at the younger male.
Looking up to meet his gaze, Stiles merely flashed a grin. "Keeping you from being lonely on another Christmas, Sourwolf!"
And, after Stiles wormed his way out of being werewolf food, the two managed to have a semi-pleasant day; and loneliness had not been present at all.