Always and Forever

Chapter 5 <3

DEREK THIRD PERSON POV
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Jesus Christ. That was the one and only thing on his mind as he was laying in the jail cell bed. It wasn't very comfortable. Probably because they were trying to show people that maybe they shouldn't break the law.
     Derek knew for a fact that he didn't kill Laura, and he also knew that any hope he had for helping those two was out the window. This was really annoying. Derek hoped that they didn't find him guilty of cutting someone in half, but there was always that chance. He sighed listening to the conversation inside the station, hoping to find anything about him.
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STILES THIRD PERSON POV
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"COME ON! MOVE!" Coach yelled at them as they were practicing.
     Stiles was distracted. He didn't know why. Well, he liked to think he didn't know why. Because he had this gut feeling that maybe Derek didn't kill that girl, but there was proof. So, he was going to try to ignore the feeling and play lacrosse. It didn't work very well. He kept thinking about how stupid he is for thinking that Derek didn't kill that girl. Sooner or later he got angry about it because, derek was in jail for murder and Stiles knew he did it.
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     As Stiles walked into his house he smelled something; that something was food. He walked into the kitchen, and saw his dad standing over the stove, stirring a pot of mac n' cheese.

"Dad." Stiles said, smiling and putting his bag down.

Noah turned around to look at his son and smiled. "I got a little bit of time off work so I decided to surprise you and make dinner."

"Awsome." Stiles cheered.

     Noah turned around to finish up the mac n' cheese. As Stiles walked over to the sink so he could wash his hands. "I tried to find the good kind but we only had this." Noah said, holding up a flattened box. Stiles looked behind him and laughed it was the healthy kind mostly made from plants.

"It's good for you." Stiles said, turning around.

"Yeah, yeah."

     As they both sat down at the table to eat Stiles started wondering about Derek. Then he realized that he could ask his dad about it, since he was the sheriff. Of course he could tell him more about it.

"So." Stiles said.

"So." His dad replied.

"Any, uh, any news on Derek?" Stiles questioned. Noah stared at him for a second.

"How do you know his name?" Noah asked.

Stiles mentally face palmed himself, but thought of a lie, quick. "Well, I, you know. The mischievous son of the sheriff, I know things, right?" Stiles stated.

"Right." Noah sighed. "Okay." He looked back down at his plate and took another bite.

Stiles waited a minute. "So, no news?" Stiles asked.

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Dammit." Stiles cursed under his breath.

"Why?" Noah asked.

"Just curious." Stiles responded finishing up his mac n' cheese. He got up, grabbed his cup and plate and rinsed them off. "Need me to get this?" Stiles asked, rhetorically. Picking up his father's plate.

"Thanks."

"Welcome." Stiles responded, wiping his hands off on his jeans. Stiles then was going to head upstairs into his room.

"Hey kid?" Noah yelled after him. Stiles stopped before he got out the door and turned around. "You going to bed?"

"Yeah. Night dad." He said walking out of the kitchen.

"G'night."

       Stiles knew he wasn't going to bed, he wasn't tired, his mind was racing on what was going on with Derek and the girl. He was to intrested to sleep. He knew deep down that Derek couldn't have done it, and after he realized that the evidence was not really evidence. Even though they found a body on his property. He decided on figuring stuff out on his own. He looked at the time, it was 9:30. He had to leave now.
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     This was, officially, the worst plan that Stiles has come up with. Ever.
     When he walked into the station, an officer walked over to him telling him that his dad wasn't here. Stiles said that he knew, and that he just needed to pick up something for his dad. That granted easy access for the keys to get into the holding cell area.
     But as of right now, Stiles was standing inside the door. Staring at a very pissed off Derek. He could just see it because, y'know, the guy was scowling at him.

"Heeey." Stiles said, wincing a little. "So... how's it goin'?" Stiles asked. Derek's scowl deepend, and Stiles's urge to shit himself had grown. "Fair." Stiles said, trying to mask his fear. There was silence for a good three minutes before Derek sighed.

"What do you want?" He asked, obviously annoyed.

"You know what? I am so glad you asked!" Stiles said holding his arms out. He walked over to the cell Derek was in and told him everything he thought, which wasn't much.

"So, let me get this straight. You dug up the body of my sister." Stiles eyes widened a bit at this. "On my property. Put me in jail and now you're saying that you don't think I'm guilty."

"Exactly" Stiles said.

"Christ." Derek sighed.

"Listen, look, I know it sounds bad, but I'm not usually wrong about these things and I should've trusted my gut sooner."

"Why?" Derek asked. Sitting down on the bed.

"Because, you talked to me about Scott, and you told me the truth." Stiles said.

     They stared at eachother for a little while. Stiles never realized how pretty Derek's eyes were. He started to scan his body lightly thinking about how nice it looked. What was going on with him? How horny can one teen get? Then he coughed realizing that this dude was staring at him, therefore, He probably saw him looking Derek up and down.

      Derek quickly looked away and cleared his throat. "So, you don't think I killed her?" He asked.

"Yeah, I don't think you killed her." Stiles said, wondering if Derek had ever killed anyone. He didn't look like he would, oh, but he definitely could.

"So. How are we gonna make them believe us?" Stiles asked.

"You say that as if they've already decided I'm guilty." Derek said, smirking.

"If they do find you guilty." Stiles added, smiling. Derek smiled a bit too. Although, Stiles didn't know whether that was "oh my god, you dumbass" smile or a "haha that was actually kind of funny".

"Alright, well I should probably get going." Stiles said. But before he walked out Stiles turned around. "You said that she was your sister?" He asked.

Derek looked up from the floor. "Yeah." He said. "She was my older sister." Derek stated looking down at the ground again. "Laura." He said.

     Stiles paused, he didn't know what to say to that. He can't say I'm sorry, that never made him feel better when his mom died. "Oh," Stiles said. "That sucks." He mentally face palmed himself for ruining things and then left. Not wanting to see Derek's face. He was probably pretty pissed.
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     When Stiles got back to his house, his dad's police cruiser was gone. He chuckled and then pulled into the driveway. Stiles got out of his jeep, locked it, and walked into his house. Stiles got some of the leftover mac n' cheese, wondering if he should season his mac n' cheese with some ghost pepper cheese.
      Once Stiles got his spicy mac n' cheese he walked up to his room and changed into, A Batman t-shirt, and some Christmas sweat pants. It's literally August.
     He then walked over to his window and opened, so he could get out onto the roof. He started eating his food as he thought. When he got back inside it was 1:34 and he had a text from Scott.

11:10 PM

SCOTT MCDUMB🐎
Dude wanna come over
Answer me
Dont ignore me u whore
ANSWER MEEEE
RESPONDDDDDDDDDDDDD

1:35 AM
ANNOYING MF
It's like midnight when u texted me
Honestly wtc
**wtf