All We Are

Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER/AN: I Don't own Teen Wolf. So I am changing at least one canon thing in this story so far, in this story Stiles' mom Claudia didn't die until he was in middle school. Thank you all again for reading, and I would love a review- good or bad if you have the time.

CHAPTER TWO:

"Things are pretty boring at home," I told the headstone picking the grass around it nervously. "I mean not completely boring, but boring enough it'd be nice if you came back to liven it up." I looked at the headstone.

"Aunt Claudia is getting sick again. Stiles says he's not worried, but I know he is... I am too. Uncle John doesn't really talk a lot, but I noticed Stiles stays over with us or Scott a lot more than he used to." I paused my eyes were getting teary.

"I feel like it was my fault because I was jealous that Stile's had Aunt Claudia, and I don't have you, and now he's not gonna have her either."

"What are you doing?" I turned and saw a curly haired boy looking at me strangely. I wiped my face annoyed.

"Talking what's it look like," I said defensively, crossing my arms.

"Did you know her?" He asked looking at the name on the headstone "Myra Thomlinson May 4, 1888-June 25, 1930."

"Of course not she had died before I was born," I said pointing to the death date. He looked at me confused. A curly blond strand was coming lose from the baseball cap; I tucked it behind my ear.

"Why were you talking to her then?" He asked sitting down beside me.

"I wasn't talking to her I was talking to my Mom," I told him pulling my knees up.

"My mom's in heaven too." He said quietly. I looked at him.

"My mom's not in heaven," I told him. He looked at me like I was disturbed. "She's not dead, but I don't know where she is."

"Then why are you talking to her out here?" He asked.

"I thought it'd be easier to think about her here," I said resting my chin on my knees. His blue eyes got big.

"So you wish she was dead?"

"What? No. Don't be an idiot." I said He turned red, and I mentally kicked myself for trying to talk to him like I did Stiles or Scott. "Sorry."

"It's okay." We sat in silence for a little while. "Why do you think it's easier for her to be here?" He spoke so softly I almost didn't hear him.

"Because then it'd mean that she didn't choose to leave me," I said, I hadn't realized I was crying until he had brushed a tear off of my cheek.

"It's not." He said after a few minutes.

"Huh?"

"Easier. They left, that's what hurts us not the choice. At least there's a chance your Mom can come back." He was looking at something off in the distance. We sat like that a little bit longer till I noticed the sun setting.

"Well I better get going," I said adjusting my baseball cap. "I'm Charlie by the way."

"Isaac"

"I've decided we're going to be friends Isaac," I told him; he grinned ear to ear.

"Okay."

I woke up, Ms. Barrett was only halfway through the lecture. I fought back a groan and thought about my dream. It was the first time I had met Isaac. Before Stiles Mom had died and I'd stopped going to the cemetery, before Isaac's dad started hitting him and Camden went away to war. It was before everything began to unravel, or maybe it had just started, I don't know, it just felt easier then, but then again I guess everything was easier at 11.