Always and Forever

Chapter 3 <3

DEREK 3RD PERSON POV
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Derek walked into his house, if you could even call it that, while taking his jacket off. He walked over to the somewhat couch, thinking about the events that occurred that same night. He pulled out his phone while flopping on the ripped up sofa. It was almost four in the morning. Derek turned his phone off, sighing. He shuffled for a little while, trying to get comfortable. Once he did, the image of that kid popped into his head. Derek sighed again, frustrated at himself for bringing that up. What was he doing? The reason why Derek was thinking about him was probably because he felt bad for leaving him alone after he said that he might have to kill his friend. He could be up worrying about Scott, but who in the hell would be worrying about scott? Or even be up at this unholy hour. Derek chuckled, he's up at this unholy hour. Maybe I should go assure him that Scott's fine.
Derek sat up and looked at himself in the cracked mirror across the room. He realized that he wasn't really in "assuring" condition. With his ripped shirt and the dried blood on his arm. Derek continued to ponder weather or not he should go over and talk to him.
After about 10 minutes he finally decided that he was going to go over there and talk to the kid, if he was even awake. Derek got up from the couch and walked upstairs. Even though it was still damaged from the fire, the house was just as sturdy as it was when he was a kid.
Derek got into his room, the only room not completely affected by the fire, and took some clothes out of the dresser. He took his shirt off, wincing a little from internal bruising, and put the other one on. Derek hoped it would heal before he went to go see him. It was a solid black shirt, but it had one hole in it. Derek shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter if there was a hole in it. His pants had some dirt on them, so he brushed them off and walked out. Once he got downstairs he walked out the door and grabbed jacket in one swift movement. and got into his car.
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On the car ride there Derek realized that he didn't know the teens name. So, he planned on asking. But when he got there he saw a car that wasn't at the house before. He decided that maybe he shouldn't pull in because it was a police cruiser. After he decided that, Derek drove down the road for about half a mile a parked on the side of the street. He got out and walked with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Once he got to the house he observed things about it, like how it sort of swayed when a guest of wind hit it, or how one of the windows had different glas than the rest. He assumed this was because of a "ball in the house" incident. Then Derek realized that was the kids room and the lights in the kids room were off. He climbed up on to the roof, silently hoping that the window was unlocked. When he got to it and tried to push the window up and open. It worked. He was surprised, considering that he basically broke in earlier.
The werewolf climbed in quietly and saw that he was asleep. It smelt bad in here, like he was scared. Derek shook his head and listened to make sure everyone in the house was asleep. He listened to their heartbeats and once he was sure that they were sleeping, Derek walked over to the desk finding a note pad and a pen. He wrote down something and ripped the note off of the note pad itself. Then, he walked over to the night stand and put it there. He looked at the kid and saw tear streaks. Yeesh, he didn't want to deal with that. So, Derek walked off and stepped over the windowsill, he didn't look back. He didn't want anything to do with this kid. Derek's gut told him that he was trouble.
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STILES 3RD PERSON POV
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God. Why is the sun so fucking bright? That is the first question of the day. He laid down under the blanket. If there was one thing Stiles was sure of, it was that he did not want to go to school today. He was scared to see Scott. Or not, his friend could be dead. Derek Hale could have maimed and killed him already. Suddenly, Stiles realized he never checked his phone for texts from Scott. He looked at the nightstand and went to grab his phone, but he saw a paper with shit written on it. So naturally Stiles took the note in his hands and read