Through the years

7.

The next day was Saturday and everyone had gone to their own plans with friends or on their own. Leaving a certain human bored out of his mind, laying on Derek's bed, staring at the ceiling as he tried to desperately find something interesting to do. 

The wolf had gone out with his friends, leaving Stiles to find something to occupy his mind with on his own. 

They usually talked, learning more about each other even though they still bickered quite a lot. These conversations helped reduce these fights. 

Derek had asked the brunette if he wanted to tag along but Stiles had refused, noticing how the wolf had asked purely out of politeness. 

Obviously to the brunette, Derek was hoping he would say no and so Stiles couldn't possibly bring himself to agree and become a burden to the wolf so he refused. 

Allowing Stiles to sleep in his bedroom was already kind enough on Derek's part for Stiles to be even more of an invader into the other's life. 

Perhaps, by doing this, it would show the wolf how willing he was to make peace with Derek. 

Fighting was exhausting.

It was after another half hour of coming up with nothing good to do that Stiles sighed for the nth time and stood up, walking downstairs to see if he could get better results. 

Stiles walked into the living room but found no one. Strange, he thought, there usually always was at least somebody else in the house with him. Stiles had believed it was because he was a stranger in their house and they refused to leave him alone in there. 

Maybe they finally trusted him enough now. 

Nonetheless, Stiles searched the house for someone, soon coming to the conclusion that he really was alone inside the large house. 

Frowning to himself, Stiles made his way around and reached a window, peeking outside to see miles and miles of trees without a single trace of anybody. 

He sighed once more, swearing to himself it would be the last time he did so, only to sigh again when he tripped on his way out of the house. 

Shutting the door behind himself while putting on one of Peter's old coats he had let Stiles borrow, the brunette looked around to see Talia and Cora on their way to leave the property. 

Talia was making sure the girl was wearing her seatbelt before turning to get inside the car, catching sight of Stiles watching them from afar curiously. 

"Stiles," the woman smiled warmly and the brunette returned the gesture kindly. "do you want to come with us?" she asked and he arched a brow. 

"Where are we going?" he asked, stepping down the few steps to the front porch before walking to the car. 

"Cora has this obsession with ice skating." Talia replied as they got inside the car together and drove away. "She has been ever since she watched a movie about it a while ago. And, since nobody wants to go with her, I drive her to the ice rink every week so that she can do her thing." 

"Why don't they go with her?"

"Let's say that ice skating isn't really a werewolf's cup of tea." she replied with a grimace. 

Stiles' mind brought back the memories of Scott desperately trying to ice skate and failing miserably. 

In his defence, the true alpha had been shit at ice skating ever since he was a child so it had been no surprise there.