Iris ➳ Stiles Stilinski

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Driving in awkward silence is the worst thing ever.

I look to the back seat, and see Stiles sitting there, looking awkward. I let out a sort of giggle breath, and I turn back around.

"Derek, can you please tell me where we're going?" I ask Derek pleadingly.

No reply.

" We're here." Derek says, parking the car.

I get out of the car, and i look up at the old abandoned-looking building. Its completely a brick building, looking to have been built around 1940 maybe?

" Derek, what is this place?" I ask him. Stiles stands behind me, also staring up at the building.

" Our new home."

" What?" I say, looking at derek.

" It has running water, electricity, not a generator like we have back at the house. I own the place." He explains.

" We're going to be living here?" I ask.

" We already are. I packed all your stuff up and brought it here while you were at school." Derek tells me, then starts walking towards the entrance.

Stiles and I look at each other, shrug, then jog to catch up to Derek.

We walk up the three flights of stairs, each containing maybe thirty stairs.

Derek slides open the big, wooden door, and inside makes Stiles and my jaw drop.

Its a giant room, a loft, its beautiful. The dark coloured wood, the single light bulbs hanging from the high rise ceilings, The beautiful big black couches. Then the kitchen. Oh my god its awesome. Then there's a spiral staircase in the far left land corner of the loft. I see a separate part of the loft, a wall, cutting it off beside the kitchen. There's a bed. i assume that's Derek's bed. But theres no door.

I run inside, and start spinning. "This is ours?" I say, now looking at Derek.

He nods.

" Go check out upstairs." Derek says.

My eyes go wide, and i smile. I run over to Stiles, and I grab his hand.

" I guess i'm coming with you." Stiles laughs.

"Hell yeah you are." I simply say, pulling Stiles upstairs.

Once we get to the next floor, my jaw drops, and i let Stiles' hand go. I look at Stiles, and I see Derek behind him.

" Oh my god Derek, is this floor mine?" I ask, jumping on to the bed, letting myself fall.

Derek simply nods.

"Aw man." I say, sitting up and looking around the whole floor. It's completely open.

My bed is low, an aqua blue frame, grey sheets, with a black bottom, blue pillows to match the frame. The headboard is three different patterned squares, on the left is a floral pattern, the right square is blue, purple, green and black vertical stripes, and the third smaller square in front of the other two, is the same aqua as my bed. I have an aqua weird shaped bedside table with a white futuristic lamp. The rest of my room/ floor, is beautifully designed, with cool shaped seats, bookshelves, and things. The room is absolutely beautiful. (PIC AT TOP. )

"Derek, did you do this?" I ask him.

"I had a little help from a designer." He says, winking at me.

" I love you Derek!" I say, jumping off my bed and running to Him, jumping into his arms.

" Iris." Derek says.

" Right, sorry, you don't like hugs." I remind myself.

" Lets go downstairs and find whatever you want, Derek." Stiles suggests.

" Ok." Derek says.

We walk downstairs, and place the computer on the kitchen table. Derek sits in the chair in front of him, so he can look on the computer comfortably.

" Alright Stilinski, whats his username?" Derek asks, so he can unlock Scott's computer.

" Alison." Stiles says.

Derek and I look at Stiles.

" Seriously?" Derek asks in disbelief. I burst out laughing.

"Oh my god!" I say between laughs. i breathe to calm myself down.

Derek types it in. "password?" He asks.

Stiles sighs. " Also Alison."

"Oh my god." I laugh hysterically. "You sure you want him in your pack?" I laugh, and pat Derek on his back.

" Wait, you want him in your pack?" Stiles asks.

We spend a while talking about this, but I don't want to go into the details because it would take forever.

We find out that Scott has been looking into how to cure one of werewolfism, which isn't possible, unless you kill yourself. that's the only cure. He is completely obsessed with Alison. And many other things having to do with turning of werewolves, how to turn on command etc etc. pretty normal.

Stiles' phone rings.

He pulls it out of his pocket, and curses under his breath.

"who is it? " I ask.

"Scott."

"Oh damn. Good luck." I tell him.

"hey scott. Uh lemme check." Stiles puts his hand over the speaker.

"He asked if i have his computer." He puts his phone on his ear. " Yeah, i do, i have absolutely no clue how it got in my bag. I forgot my phone at your house, so i went and picked it up, but i didn't take it. Not sure how i have it. Yeah, ill give it to you tomorrow. I'll drop it off at your house. Yes. Ok. bye." stiles hangs up. "Oh my god. that was horrible."

i chuckle. " Nice, sort of, cover up." I say, winking at him.