Teen Wolves

3.13: Anchors

Highly Suspect- Bath Salts

Derek and I have been sitting on his couch for a while without saying a word. I personally don't know how to say goodbye. The last time we did this I ended up naked on the floor of one of the empty lofts spaces here. Despite it being rushed and excruciatingly emotional, I don't regret it and I like to think a lot about it. However, it can't happen again in our immediate future. 

"Do you know where you're headed?" I broke the silence. 

"Not yet," he shook his head. 

"Der," I turned my body to fully face him. "I know you have to go. Clear your head but uh, please don't disappear on me again," 

"I won't," he promised. I reached for him and he let me. I brushed my fingers through his growing beard. 

"I like this. It looks really good on you," I admitted. 

"Thank you," he smiled. I scooted closer to him. 

"I want to talk about what happened," I sighed. "I know we- at least, me. I know I said that it meant goodbye but it doesn't mean forever. Something happened to me when I died and I'm not sure what to make of it. I'm not going to go into detail but I think I met your mom," 

"What?" he spat, looking me over confused. Believe me. Me too, Derek. 

"She's really pretty. You didn't tell me you were half native American," 

"It never came up," he chuckled. "What did you see?" 

"I don't know but she made it seem like it was some kind of distant future and it made me realize that my decision was the right one. A lot has happened, Derek. We lost Erica and Boyd, You got your sister back," I can feel the tears swelling in my eyes. "I need time to process everything that's happened and I know you're leaving for the same reason," 

"I am," he caressed my cheek with his knuckles. 

"I want you to know that I'm always going to love you. I messed up and I know it's going to take some time to-"

"Hey," he pulled me onto his lap. "You didn't mess up. I know you're trying to say it's not our time yet. We have a lot to work on before we can consider anything serious. You have Standford and I want to figure out what I'm going to do to keep up with your big brain," 

"You can always just be my trophy wife," I suggested. We both laughed. 

"Your dad is an FBI agent. I don't think I'll be able to get away with that," he smirked. "Besides, this is kind of illegal for another year. I love you too and I always will but for now, I think it's best we keep our distance," 

"Me too," I agreed. I leaned into him and he didn't stop me. I pressed my lips against his and just like the first time he held nothing back. I had to be the one to pull back. "I'm going. Text me at least once a week. It doesn't have to be anything extravagant. An emoji will do. Make my day," 

"I promise," he agreed. 

I drove home feeling butterflies in my stomach. I'm good with this. As soon as I arrived at the house, dad blocked my way into my room. I groaned and turned back around to leave. What the hell is he doing here? Do we not have enough problems without him as it is?

"Skylar," he called out my name. "You got your voice back," 

"So?" I asked stopping before rushing down the stairs. 

"I'm glad," 

"Yeah, me too," I didn't look back at him. I can't. I feel like I'm falling into nothing.