Stiles
(That's Lucas...I know, I know. Your drooling)
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I kept my hood up and head down as I walked. Lucas was walking ten feet in front of me, but I could still hear the music coming from his earbuds. It didn't take me long to find him. All I had to do was hack into the Beacon Hills Hospital records and find my moms file. I guess you don't really pay attention to the offspring part of the file when you think your an only child. But, I'm not. I made a promise, even if he doesn't know it. I guess that was why I've been following for the last mile, I'm nervous. Maybe even scared, but I knew that was because there were no werewolves near me. No one to jump out and protect me, and that was what scared me even more. But this was ridiculous! I already had the proof if he didn't know who I was, and I even had the papers from the state. If he wanted to, he could leave his foster home and come live with me. Before I knew it I was running up to Lucas. I went to touch his shoulder, but he whipped around, his eyes glowing blue, and bared his fangs. By then I already had my M9 Beretta pointing between his blue eyes. "Stiles?" He asked, head tilted.
"Damn it! Don't do that!" I hissed. We both put away our lethal weapons away before bursting into a fit of laughter. "You looked so adorable with you little baby fangs!" I laughed. He rolled his eyes before he started to walk off again. "Aw, did I hurt your feelings?" I asked, using my baby voice.
"Your a douche, you know that?" He huffed. I stopped walking and pulled out his files. He stopped and looked back at me.
"Would a douche get you out of foster care?" I asked. His eyes went wide before he crushed me in a hug. I gasped for breath. "Still...have...lung...cancer," I gasped. He immediately let go and looked down.
"Sorry. Still getting used to this werewolf stuff." I smiled before putting both of my hands on his shoulders.
"I can help with that," I told him. "But first, let's go back to the apartment I just bought for us."
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I walked up to the front door and quickly took out my keys. Both, Lucas and I, were drenched in rain as we shook. I slid opened the door and stepped in, praising myself for turning the heater on. The house wasn't as big as the Hale house, but it was plenty big enough for two people. There was a kitchen, living room, office and bathroom on the first floor, three master bedrooms on the second floor and the basement was an all out man cave. I led him up the stairs, but stopped when we got in the hallway. "Pick a room," I told him. He looked up at me with a grin before running to the last door in the hall. I chuckled before I followed him.
"You and me are gonna become best friends," he mumbled into the pillow. He scooted to the edge of the bed as I leaned on the doorframe. I guess that's when I finally got a good look at him. His eyes were a crystal blue, the color of the gauges he had in, and his hair was a dark, almost black, brown. He also had snake bites, but he couldn't look more innocent.
"Anyways, I'm gonna go to bed." He nodded before grumbling something. I just shook my head before walking into my room. I closed the door before slowly sliding down it.
"I'm sorry Derek. I'm so sorry," I sobbed.
