jackson-
"Hey, you know we have somewhere to be right? Dont keep me waiting again" I told Isaac as He entered the passenger seat of my car.
"Uh huh, did you hear those two?" Isaac asked me.
"Whatevers up with them is between those two. It doesnt concern us and its not our business." I told Isaac. Sometimes people are just too nosy for their own good.
"Look at you being the good Samaritan" Isaac said, punching my shoulder lightly. I chuckled and we drove off towards my house. Isaac and I havent exactly been on the best terms but It didnt take some intense bonding to know that Isaac's house wasnt a home. It was something that everyone knew, especially after the death of Isaac's dad. He seemed happier at first but now I can tell he still feels sad about it. He moved in with Derek shortly after and Im pretty sure he only went back once to get clothes and stuff. What he did with the house I have no idea, I dont plan to ask either. The tires screeched as I pulled into my house.
"Okay, so heres how its gonna go. We're on a long physics project and you need to stay over. You got that Isaac?" I told him. My dad could be pretty strict sometimes but he didnt really care as long as I did good in school. Despite the fact that I know he just wants whats best for me, I still cant wrap my head around it. It's like whatever we have between us is fake, we're just two strangers.
Isaac nodded and got out the car trying to close the car door gently but still somehow managing to slam it shut. Great. I threw him a glare whiles unlocking my front door. My dad was asleep on the couch, sitting right infront of the TV. He must've been pretty tired to fall asleep with all those noise. I turned off the TV and lead Isaac upstairs to my room. My mom was nowhere to be found.
"Welcome home Lahey"
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stiles-
Derek knocked on the door to Isaac's room gently. I hadnt even realized I was in Isaac's room until I saw his bag in the corner. It was just the first room in view and so I entered it. Plus im way more comfortable being in Isaac's room then outside. I didnt really want to face Derek after our argument. Sometimes were just playing, and other times It turns into something more. Like it did just now.
"I didnt mean what I said Stiles, I was just upset" Derek said. Still not a single 'Im sorry'. Thats really all it wouldve taken for me to open the door. Im sure he could just bust it down but who does that in their own house. Derek never says the magic words 'Im' and 'Sorry' even remotely close to each other. I stayed silent, if he thinks im just going to forgive him and get this over with hes got another thing coming. Im extra petty. I shouldnt be pushing the big bad wolfs buttons but were already past what we should and shouldnt be doing. I already made my choice from the second Scott had been bitten. I took the opportunity to look more into Isaac's room. It was a pretty nice room, better than I'd expected from Derek. The walls were a cool deep ocean blue, and the room was a decent size. Isaac had a big closet with few clothes and a pretty decently sized bathroom for his room. He had a few posters of different bands in his room, and he had a small box under his bed which I wasnt going to touch. Not yet atleast. I heard a rattling sound, but it definitely didnt come from the door. More from the open window, where there was a really creep silhouette. Huh, that wasnt there before was it. Thats probably not good for me. I took a step back.
"Stiles Open the door" Derek said. I took another step back as the silhouette moved.
"Stiles open the fucking door" Derek yelled. I tried my best to unlock the door but the beast caught me before I could. I could feel its scaley claws choking me. Black splotches filled my vision as I heard Derek bang on the door.
"Stiles please open the door" Derek pleaded, he sounded desperate, almost like a whimper. But it was too late. I already lost conscious by the time Derek broke the door down.
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derek-
Whatever that freak was already fled by the time I broke the door down. The only evidence of anything being there at all was the pale skinny boy on the floor. We'd have to wait for him to wake up to learn anything, but that was really the least of my issues. My heartrate rose. I didnt know what to do. Should I call Deaton? No, Stiles isnt supernatural, he needs an actual doctor. Maybe Scott's mom would be able to do something. I couldnt breathe. I needed Stiles alive. For me, for all of us. Of all the times for stupid stuff to happen, why now? Where the fuck was my phone, I couldnt think straight enough to find it. I could feel the sideburns on my face taking over as I heard Stiles coughing. I almost flew up the stairs to check on him. He was in Isaac's bed, coughing up blood. Stiles' blood was all over my floors. I was going to kill whatever that was.
"Water" Stiles mumbled weakly. Right, I nodded my head before running down and up with a fresh cup of water. I reached for the pockets in Stiles' sweatpants for his phone to call Scott. I knew his password was swolf, probably stood for something stupid like sourwolf. I'd do anything to hear him say that again. I sat on the edge of the bed and dialed Scott's number
"Why are you so stubborn. You could've died Stiles. It was a stupid argument, it wasnt worth your life. Nothings worth your life. Its not funny" I said to Stiles as he started smirking. Stiles sat upright and stroked my back as if to comfort me. It worked a little, a lot. I knew Stiles wasnt in condition to talk yet, so we just stayed silent. Stiles took the phone from me and hung up after Scott didnt pick up the first time. I was getting ready to call again but Stiles mumbled with a weak voice ,"Ill be fine, just need rest".
I put down the phone, stripped down to my boxers, and slipped into the bed with Stiles after cleaning up everything and making triple checks to make sure every entrance was locked. Isaac's bed was definitely only made to house one person, and I was pretty big. There wasnt much space so me and Stiles were huddled together. I could feel everything, his heat, his heart, every slight move. His smell was so strong that I was drowning, addicted to it. That smell of happiness and warmness, freshness and novelty. He groaned something unintelligible and kept shifting around.
"Can you stop moving, Im not going to leave. After that ambush youre not leaving my sight" I told him. Stiles responded with something along the lines of "Even whiles im in the bathroom?" to which I didnt respond. Slowly I could hear his heartbeat slow into a fixed pace and I checked over to him to see that he was fast asleep. I pulled him closer and rested my face on his neck, taking in his scent.
"G'night Sourwolf" Stiles mumbled.
