Lycanthropy Tendencies - Derek Hale

01. Middle of the Night

In Beacon Hills you were either three things; A popular kid at one point, someone who worked in a professional field, or you were no one. At some point in time, we were all someone. We were a friend, a sibling, a parent, a significant other, or we were nobody. 
I think that's why we all try and become something. We try and create a life for ourselves that we think we deserve and we work hard until we achieve what we desire. I think all of us desire a life of normality; a life where we were swept off our feet or adorned with love. A life where we come home to a life of simplicity and where we were greeted by our loved ones with two feet or four paws. 
That's where we all are alike. All of us are humans, all of us crave two things in life - acceptance and love. 

The line on the computer stared back at me as I tried to figure out what else I could fit in my article. There was always something running around in my mind, that's why I wanted to become a Journalist maybe even a Reporter. I felt like I never slept. I was always thinking. I was thinking about helping my mom with the bills, helping my little brother Scott with purchasing better Lacrosse gear. Mom wanted me to go to college and start on this so-called dream of mine, but with her pulling double shifts and Scott being a teenager, who was probably going to start sneaking around bringing girls home because of his dumb teenage hormone ways, I didn't really want to leave. I wanted to stay and watch over them.

  "WHAT'RE YOU DOING!" I screamed as hands clamped down on my shoulders. I turned around quickly only to find my brother Scott who sprouted a proud smile on his face. 

I smacked his stomach from my office chair. "What in the hell are you doing? Are you crazy or something?" My heart was beating in my ears from the jump scare that he just pulled. I sighed while placing my hand on my chest. If anyone knew how to get on my nerves it was my puppy,big brown-eyed, fluffed hair brother. 

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you that bad." He kicked my jeans underneath my bed and sat down on the dark purple sheets. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. Usually when Scott comes into my bedroom he wants to talk about something or...ask for money. I had no problem giving him cash, I knew he didn't want to ask mom. He smacked his hands together. "You see..I was kind of wondering if -" 

"Do you need $20?" I began to search in my drawer for my last 20 for gas but if he needed lunch I could walk to the coffee shop. It wasn't that far of a walk especially if I could jog there and make it in thirty minutes. 

"What? No, no. I was going to ask if we could actually spend time together and maybe watch a movie? I know you've been busy with work and mom has too. I just miss movie night and -"

"Okay." I smiled at his awkwardness. Scott was never one to really come out and form the correct words to say.  "But, I get to pick the movie!" 

"No chick-flicks please?" He rose from my bed. "So about that $20.."

"Go on you goofball!" He walked away as I kicked the back of his thigh. "And don't scare me like that again!" He laughed as I shook my head at his childish antics. Stiles must've been rubbing off on him a little too much lately. Stiles was his best and only friend. He was a spazz and had a very over reactive imagination. He was always a goofball since a child. His light died down once his mother passed away. I couldn't blame the poor kid though. I only remember her being a very sweet person and someone who reminded me much of my own mother. 

Once Stiles' mother passed away, his father - The Sheriff of Beacon Hills had created himself a drinking problem. He didn't become a mean drunk from what I remember, he just became someone Stiles had to take care of. As sad as it may have seemed, I think helping his Dad helped Stiles in the long run. When the poor boy wasn't taking care of him, he was having panic attacks and was having depression.