Eternal (Sterek)

Under Stars ~Christmas addition~

Your heart was made of snow,
How it melted from warmth
Into frozen ice,
Creating something forgiving almost.
You were cold to the touch
but alas, I cannot shy away from beauty.
-(C.)
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After the death of his mother, Stiles could never completely enjoy holidays like he used to when he was young. His father tried to make Christmas as comfortable and enjoyable as possible for both Stiles and himself but there was always something missing, the baking never tasted the same, too much sugar or flour in the cookies, the frosting being too thick and hard to chew. The decorations always seemed crooked or a light was out, Stiles tried, really tried to fix everything into their proper place, to make his father smile and laugh during the holiday and to joke around with Scott when he came over to share presents, but it just wasn't the same.

Scott was in the kitchen trying to roll peanut butter dough into round circles, he was having trouble trying to keep them together so they wouldn't fall apart and crumble onto the kitchen floor. Stiles watched carefully cracking a smile now and than as his best friend cursed and talked to the dough telling it to 'keep it together little soldier, there are people who are hungry and need you on the front lines' as if it would listen and understand Scott's stomach.

"You know" Stiles said grabbing his friends attention "If you add some flour it will stay together properly, just so you know" Scott rolled his eyes making a funny face at the remark.

"Psh. I knew that, I just didn't think you would want peanut butter cookies tasting weird and shit" Scott went into the small cabinets grabbing a jar of flour, taking a small handful he sprinkled the flour all over the dough making it look like it was snowing only in that spot. It was cute like a child made it.

The cookies were all in packed together ready to be set into the oven, they smelled of sugar and other ingredients Scott pleaded that would taste amazing with the cookies. Stiles never really questioned why Scott always came over for Christmas morning, his mother worked afternoon shifts so you would think that the boy would stay with his own mother and not some family. Sometimes Stiles would think it's because he felt bad for him, he knew how Stiles was off, not his usual sarcastic remarks at his friends even his father. The boy didn't want anyone to pity him, so what if his mother died and Christmas was her favorite holiday, it's okay to grieve, but don't push your own family away for someone else's.

The snow was coming down quickly and heavy, covering the street lamps and cars in a white blanket like a wonderland of endless possibilities, the sun didn't show so there was fog covering the sky but it just made it all more beautiful, the grey mixed with glimmering white was awe inspiring to go outside and play. Create snow angels from scratch and Snowmen who could touch the clouds, sit under a white covered tree reading your favorite book. It was a scene out of a movie almost.

Stiles rested his head on his right arm sighing softly. He wondered if Derek would stop by, just for a bit to check up on him, ask how he was doing and his father, ask what cookies they were baking and just talk.

Stiles longed for late conversations with Derek now, he hasn't seen him after he left through the window when the sheriff returned from work, Derek has no family to go spend time with, all he does is sit and read some old novel. Stiles wanted to see Derek in a Santa hat smiling while eating pie on the couch, to see the werewolf throw snowballs at Scott's back laughing like he was suppose on this day. Stiles itched if Derek wanted to talk to Stiles as much as Stiles wanted to talk to Derek.