5 days till Christmas, I can't wait. Can't believe it's almost been 3 weeks since I first posted this story!
Joke - What do you call Santa Clause in ear muffs?
Answer - Anything, He can't hear you
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December 20th - ….
Derek's POV
You are such an idiot, why do you have to ruin everything? You practaly made your best friend run away, your so stupid!.
December 20th - ….
Nothing planned for today, why is that?
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To Stiles
Hey, what's up?
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I waited an hour but still no reply
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To Stiles
Hey are you okay?
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To Stiles
Okay I'm getting worried now no has heard from you all day, please text me back
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After no reply, I decide to go to his house to find out what's going on but when I get there I notice that the house is empty. I climb in through the unlocked window to look for clues on where Stiles may be and I find hundreds of photos all displayed on Stiles' bed. It Stiles when he was younger with a woman, that I think may be his mum. Along with the photos I also find a bill for lily's and a bottle of Jack Daniels whisky. Then it dawned on me
It's the anniversary of Stiles' mother's death.
I knew it was around December but I didn't realise it was today. I know exactly where he will be. I climb back out of the window and head for the Beacon Hills cemetery.
I don't come here at all because my family is buried here, it's too painful but I have to do this for Stiles. I get out of my car and look around the cemetery. I find Stiles sitting in front of a gravestone, assuming it's his mothers with tears running down his face.
I don't say anything I just sit down next to him and put my arm around him, he leaned in a we stayed like this for a few minutes.
"How'd you know I'd be here?" he asked quietly
"I guessed" I answered while beginning to stroke his cheek.
"I'm usually left alone on this day" Stiles stated
"I'm sorry, do you want me to go?" I asked standing up.
He pulled me back down "No"
We sat there for hours talking about his mum and my family and until it started to rain. I took my jacket off and put it around Stiles.
"What about you?" he asked surprised.
"I'm fine, werewolf's don't get sick" I replied.
He nodded "Thanks"
When it started to get really heavy, I grabbed Stiles' hand "Come on" and run for shelter. When we found one, we both burst out laughing.
"I don't thing we are suppose to laugh when we're in a grave yard" Stiles smiled.
"Oh I don't know, I think laughing is healthy" I stated
Stiles stared in surprise "What?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just can't believe you said that because you're like all broody and not smiley all the time" he stated.
"I only laugh when I'm with you" I let slip, shit why did I just say that? I felt my cheeks turn red.
"So how come your always on your own on this day?" I asked trying to save myself from further embarrassment.
His face fell "Sorry, its none of my business" I quickly added.
"No it's fine, um my dad says that I look exactly like her, and he can't handle looking at me on this day, so I spend all day here and sleep here, he apologises after of course, but to think that my own dad can't even look at me …" he was crying.
I hugged him. "It's okay, let it out" I whispered in his ear.
He looked up, eyes red from all of the crying, we stayed there for a minute just looking into each others eyes, I wanted to kiss him, I really wanted to kiss him but it wouldn't be fair on him, me knowing how he feels about me, me kissing him wouldn't be fair. It was getting dark out and cold.
"We should get home" I suggested snapping out of the moment.
Stiles also snapped out of the moment "Yeah, Isaac will be wondering where you are, I'll see you later" Stiles replied but we didn't move.
"Well aren't you going home?" I asked.
"I told you, I sleep here on this day, I usually sleep by her grave until someone wakes me up the next day" Stiles replied.
I grabbed his hand "Come on" pulling him towards my car.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"We are going to my place, you're spending the night" he was about to protest "Stiles I'm not letting you sleep out here alone, so come on" I said getting in the car.
The car ride home was quiet and we ended up going straight to bed, it had been a stressful day.
"I'll take the couch, you can have my bed" I offered.
"No, Derek It's your bed, you take it, I'll take the couch" he protested.
"How about we both sleep in the bed, half and half" I suggested.
He looked hesitant "Okay"
I was almost asleep when Stiles spoke.
"Thanks"
"For what" I asked "its only one night"
"No, yeah thanks for tonight but thanks for today as well, if I was on my own I would be passed out drunk right now next to her grave"
"It's okay, good night"
"Night"