I'm fine. |stiles stilinski•

Part 21

3 weeks later

Derek and I have been (sort of) dating now. He takes me out- if I'm not too tired- and we have movie nights and hold hands and stuff. We haven't actually kissed yet. I want to kiss him, but... I'm afraid he won't wanna kiss me back.

I roll into my back and groan, which immediately worries Scott, who's sat at the end of my bed playing video games.

"You okay?" He asks urgently. I chuckle and strain to lift my head up to look at him awkwardly.

"Scott, I'm fine." I laugh, giving him a thumbs up. Scott scoffs.

"Sorry, man. I don't mean to be clingy and worried all the time." He says.

"I know." I answer back.

"Can I ask you something?" Scott asks, turning around and crawling next to me properly.

"Sure." I say, sitting up.

"Okay... Are you- are you..." He pauses for a moment, "Are you gay?" He asks me. I feel my head burning and immediately go quiet.

"No one likes a label, Scott..." I joke, trying to remain sarcastic. Scott raises an eyebrow and I sigh. He smirks slightly.

"What?" I ask.

"You." He says, chuckling. "It's okay, Stiles." He assures me, placing a palm on my thigh.

"Ugh, fine. Derek and I are... Sort of... 'Dating'." I say, miming air quotes. Scott looks taken aback.

"I knew it!" He exclaims, smiling, pleased with himself.

"What? Have people noticed?" I ask intently, suddenly afraid of anyone knowing.

"No, no, no." He assures me. "I spend so much time with you both and I'm beginning to feel like a third wheel. I see the way you look at him/ he looks at you." He says, a small smirk on his face.

I smile.

"Dude!" Scott coos.

"Shut up." I laugh, playfully and weakly hitting him on the arm.

"You gonna tell your dad?" Asks Scott, watching me. I consider.

"Uh, I don't know how he feels about this sort of stuff, you know?" I say.

"Stiles," Scott looks at the tube snaking above my mouth, "I'm pretty sure in your condition he wouldn't care who the hell you like. I think the only thing he's bothered about is you getting better." Says Scott, a friendly hand on my shoulder.

"Huh. Yeah... I guess of all the times to tell him, this is the best. But, what if he's not okay with it? What if he doesn't accept it? That just adds 10x more to his plate." I say, trying to navigate my way out of it.

"Besides, I'm not gay, like I said, I'd rather not be a label." I say.

"Fair enough. So you like girls too?" Scott asks hopefully- knowing this means we can still talk about hot chicks.

"Hell yeah." I smile, nudging him. Scott laughs, and so do I, but it hurts my chest when I do. I clutch the area around my heart and clench my teeth.

"Dude, you okay?" Scott says into my ear.

"Yeah, it just hurts when I laugh." I say glumly, looking straight ahead of me at the wall.

"That's depressing." Scott grumbles.

Cancer is depressing.

WOW FIRST AUTHORS NOTE

BASICALLY MASSIVE THANK YOU TO EVERYone reading this!! Wow sorry this chapter was shit I have writers block cRI ok ok thanks bye 😛😛