Stiles's P.O.V.
I woke up the next day and stared out the window as my day's activities flooded back to memory. Still half asleep I remembered little by little. Go pick up some more duct tape, get that trig homework done, and then go hang out with Derek.
"Oh Yeah," I said throwing off my covers after realizing. That reminds me I should probably go pick him up around 2. I'll bet he's still clueless as to what we're doing.
I came down the stairs a little rushed and won the attention of my dad while he was on his way out, "Hey bud what's got you up so early on a Saturday," he said as he sipped the coffee in his hands. I noticed the empty plate behind him still faintly covered in syrup. A vein in my head almost popped as I asked, "Dad what did you have for breakfast this morning?"
He dodged the question," Must be pretty important if you're waking up at," He looked at the clock on the stove, "Oh 8 A.M. I guess it's not that early."
"Dad!?"
He replied regrettably, "Waffles."
"Dad I thought that were gonna eat healthy from now-"
"Okay okay we'll have a really healthy dinner tonight to make up for it. But answer my earlier question. What's up?"
"Good and I've got plans with a friend today so I just wanted to get ready." I brushed past him into the kitchen and opened the cupboard to grab some fruit loops.
"What friend?"
"Derek," I said pouring milk over the cereal.
He coughed and almost spit out his coffee, "Hale?"
"Well ya."
"Derek Hale!? That's who you have plans with!?"
"What's wrong with that," I asked shoveling a spoonful into my mouth, "It's not like he's a bad guy," munch," and we get along."
He set his coffee on the counter," I'm just a little skeptical about you hanging out with a guy who has been arrested under suspicion of murdering his sister."
"Hey come on. I already explained to you that he didn't do that."
"Well even if he didn't he's still just so.....," he paused trying to find the right words.
"Solitary and Brooding?" I finished for him.
"Yes exactly! He just doesn't seem like the guy you'd be hanging around, and he's definitely not the kind of guy I'd WANT you hanging around."
I gave it a quick thought, "Yeah I get that and honestly I agree but like I said he's not a bad guy, and it turns out that we have a lot in common."
He raised his eyebrow and leaned against the counter, "Like what?"
"Well for instance, we've both lost our mothers."
He was caught off guard and sighed, "You know that he's not the only one you can talk to about your mom, right?"
"Yeah I know dad. You lost her too," There was a momentary pause," but, you have to understand how it's different. You lost your wife. I lost my mom. It's just not the same."
He looked at his watch and scratched the back of his head, "Okay I've got to go, but when you get home tonight we're going to have a discussion about this."
He grabbed his coat and started for the door.
I stood there puzzled with my face cringed then shouted, " Was that not what this was?!"
