Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Six

The sun had broken into a million pieces and was scattered across the town. It was a beautiful day. There were brightness and light everywhere except for in the hearts of those who were in mourning. It was like the weather had missed the memo that someone dearly beloved to them had been slaughtered.

They were all dressed in black.

In comparison to how much they expected there were actually very few people who'd gone to the funeral. Margo was there, Derek was there, her dad was there, his parents were there, and other than that it was all just her family. Of course, the parents were wearing black but stood back at a safe distance to show that they cared but didn't want to insult anyone by pretending like they knew what they were going through. It made Margo question where all of Paige's friends were. There were Georgia and Holly, so why weren't they here? Did her life mean too little to them or did it mean so much that they were pained by the thought of her loss?

Ever since finding out about her death her face had been pale and blotchy and permanently scarred with streaks from dried tears whilst Derek always seemed to stand with his head hung low and his shoulders shaking. None of them knew what to say to each other. There were no words they could use to express their grief.

Paige's mother stepped forward and threw the first handful of dirt on the coffin. It echoed so loudly throughout all of their ears and once more they couldn't say anything. The edge of her shoulder was pressed against Derek's. It was a narcotic drug allowing some sort of relief from the pain which flooded through both of them.

Without thinking, the pair inched their hands together grasping on so loosely that it could crumble within a second. Yet, despite it's delicate and discrete nature the grip was so reassuring and comforting and they knew they'd never let go. Sometimes beautiful things come from death and sometimes a new life comes from it. They both prayed this was not one of those times.

Stiles was pacing back and forth in his room on his phone. "Hey, it's me again. Look, I found something, and I don't know what to do, okay? So, if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great! Or else, I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna-- ugh! Goodbye," he snapped and he turned around only to jump, "god!" He called out upon seeing his dad stood in front of him.

"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight," Noah begged as he sorted out his tie.

"...Depends on how you define "good news." Stiles trailed off, and Margo who was leaning against the door frame and watching them smiled slightly.

"I define it as you getting straight-A's with no behavioural issues."

"...You might wanna rethink that definition."

"Enough said," Noah sighed.

"I didn't even get that," Margo added on and both Stilinski men jumped whirling around to look at her. She'd always get to the parent-teacher conferences and first of all, there would be a long time spent on people trying to pronounce her name and then there would be the issue of they never even noticed when she was there.

"How long have you been there, Mal?" Stiles asked, worried that she'd overheard his mumblings about the supernatural world and werewolves.

She straightened up her brows furrowed, "I asked you what you wanted for dinner before you called Scott... didn't you hear me?" She questioned looking between the two men, "do none of you even pay attention to me?" She repeated although it was obvious she wasn't truly offended nor upset by it. She was used to it. Rolling her eyes, she pushed herself away from the door frame, "I'll make what I want then," she scoffed jogging down the stairs.