Can You Keep me a Secret? (BOYxBOY)

21./ why are you hiding?

"Stiles, why won't you look at me!" Danielle hissed as she saw Stiles trying to leave without a notice. "Stiles." She growled and he turned his eyes red and blood shoot.

"You want me to look at you? Talk to you be your best friend? Best friends don't let best friends boyfriends or girlfriends almost die without telling said best friend. You knew Derek was going to have about a 70% chance of death but you let him risk it." His voice faltered "He almost died. I almost lost him thought he cheated on me, How do you think I feel about you and him. I feel nothing but anger and hurt. I trusted you. I trusted you to not hurt me, to not let him hurt me but you did it." He turned "And fuck you for that." He screamed walking going back to his house.

He forgot the reason he went to leave as he cried. Derek called once, twice, three times and six times on Scott's phone. He never answered, never listened to the panicky voice mails because he was hurt.

Derek would rather die then tell Stiles,the Human his problems. If he didn't feel segregated then he felt it now. It's supernatural VS humans in his world. He's the only human.

Lydia is a banshee, Everyone's basically werewolves and even for God sake a sheriff's deputy is something and he... He is Derek's human boyfriend.

"Stiles!" His dad yelled and he came down the stairs, "Scott's here." Scott came over and he smiled, "hey buddy." He looked at him being confused if this was a set up or he generally felt bad. "Scott, why are you here?" he was blunt as Scott simpered. "Derek and Danielle said you were upset and I decided you probably needed someone" He sighed as he came down the stairs. "Go back to your pack" he whispered to Scott, his dad leaving. "I don't want Scott, the baby beta, I want my best friend." his voice got stronger. "I'm tired of being left out in this supernatural loophole. Oh My boyfriend almost died let us not tell our best friend! My best friends turn their backs on me, he is left to confront is a strawberry blonde that actually seemed to give more of a damn then his own best friend!" he pushed Scott, "We are commanded not to tell our wolves don't let us ignore our alpha!" Scott defended only wanting to see his best friend.

"Want to know what sucks? I thought you were different, you are cut off and Hale like, and I don't want you or them coming near me till they can actually understand why I am mad." Stiles screamed in anger as he pushed Scott out the door with a slam and a grunt. He ran upstairs and drank his despair away, barely morally straight or sober he sat on his roof with his Jack Daniels. He screamed a grunt as he plumped in the windowsill.

He drank a little more looking at his phone, a sleeping Derek looking back at him. He opened the phone, typing in his little cute password of his anniversary. His finger traced the pictures and found one.

One of him, his father, and his mother. he was smiling and his dad held his mother as she dazed at her baby boy. He changed the wallpaper. It was no longer the man he loved, no longer the thing he needed. It was his family. He disabled passwords, his drunk mind knowing he couldn't change it, since he wouldn't remember it in the morning.

Derek's number and contact popped up,

Derek Boo: I'm sorry, Stiles please... I need to see you, let me explain, baby I love you.

He laughed lightly into the cold air, he didn't reply. Derek called and he didn't answer hoping again Derek Hale, the man he loathed at that moment would get the message. He was done talking for the night. The only thing his lips needed was the Jack Daniel's hard whiskey that laid next to him half way or more done.

"Stiles... Baby, please answer, I know it was selfish of me to go and tell people to not tell you I was on a precent to die! I didn't want to lose you, if you came my ability to hold back my wolf would have crashed down and I would have shifted and most likely made you my meal. I don't want to hurt you... I don't want you to ignore me... Stiles, I love you."

He Laughed like a hyena as he threw his phone from the roof laughing as it landed on the floor. The next morning he probably would wake up to a very messy hangover and cracked screen. "Stiles." His dad said from inside his room, he looked in. "Jesus Christ, Stiles, get your ass in here." He said as Stiles wobbly climbed in. "Are you drunk?" He laughed "No I'm Stiles- see daddy-o see me?" He slurred, im the Jack Daniels hit him.

Hard.

"Stiles, bed." He groaned

"No." Stiles pouted,

"Stiles, I said bed now"

"I said no." Stiles mimicked his dad as his dad frustrated walked out. He took a sip of the whiskey as his phone buzzed, he answered it.

"Stiles Stilinski." he slurred drunk. "Stiles? You answered." Danielle's voice loudly clouded his head he winced, "oh it's you? I'm leaving cause I don't like you!" He screamed loudly and hung up giggling at his accomplishment.

"Stiles! Can you get in your damn bed and keep it down!" His dad yelled as he jumbled onto his bed, his head pounding as he mumbled out a bunch of slurred words. His dad's goodnight was pounding in his skull as he yelled... Well whispered for him to shut up.

Stiles heard a vibration but he ignored it, It was probably Derek or his Evil Sister. Stiles cuddled into his bed moaning on and on about how he will never drink again and some thing that was like unicorns and some other things only his drunken self made sense of.