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Not a crush anymore

Chapter 3

For a few seconds the sheriff did nothing but stare at his son. Stiles was getting more and more nervous by the second. Why wasn't his father saying anything? It made Stiles think up too many unwanted and tear worthy ways of how the conversation might end.

After a while though his father lifted his hand and at first Stiles thought he was going to hit him so he flinched away, but when the sheriff put his arm around the teen and pulled him into another hug Stiles breathed a sigh of relief. He shut his eyes and, once again, buried his face in his father's chest.

At least one of Stiles worries was nothing to worry about anymore. When the sheriff's phone rang both men jumped a foot in the air. They chuckled and the sheriff kissed his son's forehead lightly. Stiles looked thoroughly shocked, but said nothing.

"Don't you ever think I would stop loving you for something like this. Got it?"

Stiles nodded and gave a mock salute, but he couldn't stop the first real smile for the day from finding its way onto his face. The teenager continued to eat his breakfast while his father talked on the phone. Should he just bite the bullet and tell Scott, too? His father hadn't reacted badly maybe the young werewolf wouldn't either.

Stiles was pulled out of his thoughts when his father's voice took a more serious tone and told the officer on the other line that he would be at the station as soon as possible. The sheriff looked up at his son and frowned. The officer had told him they found Stiles car abandoned at the side of the road by the woods last night. What was his son's car doing there? And more importantly who had left it there?

"Did you loan your car to anyone yesterday?"

The question drew a weird look from Stiles, but the teenager merely shook his head and said that he hadn't given his 'baby' to anyone. The sheriff shook his head a little at the baby common and stood up. He walked over to the kitchen window and saw that his son's car was indeed missing. He turned back to Stiles and mentioned for him to come over there.

"Are you sure? Because it's nowhere near my car."

The boy all but ran over to the window and nearly broke his nose as he got a better look. His... his car... his baby... she... she was gone. With lightning speed Stiles ran out of the kitchen and the front door closely followed by the sheriff, but with a much slower pace.

As they arrived where Stiles normally parked his car the younger man fell to his knees and grabbed the ground. The sheriff chuckled a little at his son's antics but shivered when said son glared murderously at him. He walked over to the teen and heard Stiles saying 'She's gone. My baby is gone' over and over again.

That made the man chuckle again but before Stiles could glared the sheriff placed a hand on his son's shoulder and fisted it in the fabric of Stiles' shirt. He lifted the boy up a little until he got up on his own. He told Stiles to get all of his stuff. He would drive him to school after a short stop at the station.

The brunet dutifully went back inside without complaint and got his school stuff and his lacrosse gear. God knows his bad mood was back again but at least this would take his mind off of Derek and telling Scott. When he got back outside his father was waiting for him in his car. He got in and they drove off to the station.

The sheriff parked his car in front of the police station and he and Stiles got out. On their way to the entrance they walked by a couple who was making out on a park bench. The sheriff stopped in front of them and cleared his throat. It had been some heavy stuff because the brunet boy who was actually sitting on the bench had his hand down his blond boyfriend's pants.

"Mind getting a room?"

Stiles nearly laughed out loud at his father's approached to the problem. The teenager knew how much his father hated to break up couples in public, but they had better been caught by him than any other officer because the others wouldn't ask they would arrest them for indecent exposure.

The blond boy on top of the other looked up and buttoned his pants before getting off of his boyfriend. He glared at Stiles' father and crossed his arms over his chest. It soon turned into quite the staring contest while neither of them was willing to end it. All the while the blond's boyfriend was desperately trying to get the blond to stop glaring at the sheriff. The brunet had put quite the emphasis on sheriff.

"Homophobic pig."

Time stopped as the blond's words hung in the air like a bad smell. Stiles could see his father's hands fist as the blond's boyfriend turned as white as a human could. The sheriff slowly stepped forwards, in a quite scary manner, and glared even harder.

"Hey! I just came to work after my son worked up the nerve to tell me he is gay. So don't you tell me I'm homophobic. Got that?"

Stiles moaned in dismay as he face palmed himself. Maybe he should have told his dad that he was the first one he told. When he took his hand away from his face he saw the couple looking at him as if they were searching his face for confirmation. Stiles nodded slightly before his father got back to his speech.

"Now get a room before I arrest you for the defamation of a civil servant on duty."

The brunet nodded for his blond boyfriend and grabbed his arm before the other could say another word. When they were leaving the sheriff walked away as if nothing had happened and left Stiles to catch up. The teen exhaled deeply and jogged after his father.

When they entered the station Stiles and the sheriff immediately went to officer Parks and Stiles sat down on the chair next to the officer's desk. Parks turned to look at them and lifted a finger indicating that he would need a second. Then the man got up from his chair and brought a folder back with him. He opened it and showed it to Stiles' father. The sheriff's eyes widened exponentially and he looked back at Stiles.

"As you can see the fingerprints were matched already. It was a young woman who stole your son's car. She is sitting over there."

The officer pointed at the row of chairs 'reserved' for the criminals and Stiles and dad turn to look at the little cunt who took his baby. When the brunet's eyes finally fell onto only girl sitting there he thought they were gonna fall out of their sockets. Stiles was sure his mouth was wide open and he could barely believe it.

"Lydia?"

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