Sugar Daddy - Sterek - 18+ Omegaverse

4. Near Death Encounters

November 4th, 2015
6:32 AM
It's been four since moving here, and the thought of a change of scenery was true. It was sunnier than back in beacon hills. Maybe all I needed was Vitamin D. It also helped as I am busier. That way, I don't have time to dwell on my sadness. I was still depressed and sad from my father dying, but attending therapy helped.

Crescent Bay was a bit of a tourist town, so getting around and doing tasks was much easier when the summer hype faded. It was almost a ghost town since only three thousand residents were there.

I have been taking college and culinary classes, so I didn't have time to wallow in my sadness. Derek helped me out when I was home after classes and work. My therapist says I am trying to bury my emotions by buying busy... but it works for me. Saturdays and Sundays were my worst days as I was off work and couldn't attend any classes.

I got hired at a restaurant called Joe's Crab Shack, working about 70 hours a week. I took all the shifts I could but was still new, so I wasn't the first call when people called out, but I was getting there.

"Hey, I'm going to Ralph's. Do you need anything?" I asked. He got up from the couch and entered our bedroom to get dressed, and got dressed. Derek liked doing to Ralphs. Surprisingly, there was a nice coffee shop, and he liked getting fresh fish to grill.

I got up from the dining table and grabbed Derek's plate. We were putting off doing the dishes since the dishwasher broke last night.

"Hey, Let me do the dishes," Derek straightened out his T-shirt

"It's fine. I like washing dishes." I lied. He just liked to do everything for me.

"Come on, You know I can hear your heartbeat," Derek rolled his eyes, sneaking up behind me, putting his hand on my waist to distract me. He flipped me around and smirked at me as he pushed me out of the way to take over the dishes. "Get all the empty bottles of liquor and wine you have brooded long enough. You are being cut off," Derek said.

"Brooding? Me? You're one to say that," I huffed as I knew he was right. I didn't want to turn into my father. Derek has picked me up off the bathroom floor too many times and helped me put myself back together after drinking several liquor bottles a couple of nights ago. I don't think it is possible, but I still have a hangover after three days.

He grabbed a towel and dried himself up after getting an empty box to put all the bottles I gathered in, "Did you get a text?" he asked.

"Yeah, My manager is asking me to come in and cover for Mildred after lunch," I smiled, but I looked up to see him sighing. "What?"

"I was trying to surprise you," He sighed, "I had a night out planned."

"You were going to take me out?"

"Yeah... I don't know what to do, Stiles. You are paying me so much, and I do nothing to deserve it. You don't want to have sex. You don't want to go out. I was trying to make you feel better," He said, and I felt bad for being such a dud.

"I... I will call my manager to see if I can help out this morning, don't cancel the plans," I told him.