Your Scent Is Something Else

Chapter 4

Peter POV

We're driving to Stiles' house in silence, the only noise are the passing cars and the radio. "So how are things with you and Chris?"

"How did you know about us? We never made it public."

"First of all it's rude to answer a question with a question, and second, my dad's the sheriff. I can sense these things. There's alot of tension between you two at meetings."

I sigh. "We called things off about a month ago. Did you sense that?" I answer.

"Why?" He continued asking.

"You ask to many questions." I say and he just snorted. We pull into the driveway and get out.

"Oh, well. You know what we're going to do?" He asked and I looked at him shaking my head while he opens the door and we walked in. "Ice cream and action movies." He smiled pulling out a thing of ice cream.

"Why?"

He smiled "Because it's fun and I get bored easily. And you do not want to deal with a bored Stiles for a whole night."

I laugh. "What are we watching?" I raise an eyebrow.

"What do you think?"

"I thought you said it was rude to answer a question with a question."

"Well I'm a naturally rude person. And I can make you suffer more pain than you have ever imagined."

"Are you threatening me, Harry Potter?"

He scowled at me. "You did not just call me Harry Potter. I am way more awesome than him."

"I don't know. He goes on quests in a magical realm."

"I'm in a pack of werewolves in a town where there is always an evil supernatural creature trying kill us! Harry Potter comes nowhere near this amazing, sexy piece of man before you!" He gestures to himself.

I smile "Touche."

"Come on. Do you want to do this or not?"

I pretend to think. "No Star Wars."

"Wha- no Sta-"

"No Star Wars."I say pointedly.

He groans. "Okay, fine. No Star Wars."

"Let's go then." I say. He grabbed two spoons and flashed me a huge smile and I returned it.

"Wait should we get the Pop-Tarts?" He asks pointing at the two boxes on the counter.

"Yes we should." I say and grab a box.

"Race ya" He says then runs upstairs.
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Stiles POV

Peter had convinced me to watch Star Trek instead of Star Wars and I had to admit, I like it but I'm forever loyal to the force. "So." I said holding out the word.

"So... What?" He raises an eyebrow.

"So anything! I'm bored."

Peter sighs. "Only you would get bored watching an action movie."

"One of my many habits, it is."

"Did you seriously just do a Yoda thing while watching Star Trek?"

"Yes. Yes I did."

He smiles at me "You're an adventure."

"So are you. The only difference between you and me is that you are insane."

"Hey, we're all works in progress here. And aren't we all a little insane?"

"You make good points, although none of us went on a psychotic killing spree." I said, seriously.

"I was avenging my family." He said looking away.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Do you know the the number one mistake people make whenever they want revenge?" He looks at me with solemn eyes and shakes his head. "As long as you have that vendetta, that fire inside you, as it burns, it breaks your spirit, blinds your judgement. And once it's over, you're empty, broken and no one will be around to help you and the rest of your existence is... hell."

"That may just be the smartest thing I have ever heard you say."

I chuckle and nod my head. "Yeah I can be deep like that. I'm like Yoda sometimes."

He rolls his eyes. "And you ruined it." He say on the bed.

I stand up. "Oh come on!"

"Nope. I am done with you. You have ruined the bonding moment. Go put the ice cream up."

I growl. "Fine but when I come back we are talking this out."

"No we're not."

"Yeah we are." I call back exiting the room.
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Peter POV
I sit up on the floor and stretch out. I had to argue with Stiles last night about how he didn't want me sleeping on the floor. I finally got him to drop it when told him I was used to it because Derek made me sleep on the floor because he was pissed at me, no matter how nice I was to him. Stiles also insisted that because of it Derek would 'face torture worse than that bitch Kate ever thought of.'

I turn to see him still asleep. I look at the clock and it's 12:35. I went downstairs and saw the other box of strawberry pop tarts on the counter. I get a pack and go back to his room and Derek's there when I walk in.
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Derek POV

I go to Stiles' house to check on him and Peter. He can be a real creeper sometimes. I jump up to the window, which is always unlocked, open it and jump in, closing it behind me. I see Stiles turned around in his bed, his breathing and heart rate showing he was awake. Then Peter walks in eating a pop tart.

He smirked. "Hello nephew."

Stiles sat up looking at Peter then me. "Hello Derek." He said, getting out of the bed, his voice bored. 'Damn I feel like they're plotting against me or something'. The window opens and Scott comes in with Isaac. Stiles turns around at the sound and the window closing. "Hey guys? You know we have a door right?

"Well using a door wouldn't be as much fun now would it?" Isaac says.

"Stiles?" The sheriff asks, knocking on the door.

"Just a second." Stiles says. We all go into the bathroom.

John opens the door. "Hey Stiles, do you mind going to the store today?"

"Uh no. I'll do that."

"Okay. Oh and I'm not working late tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah I'll be home around 9. Bye Stiles."

"See ya dad." The sheriff walks out and Stiles sighs. He walks over and opens the door. "Well no one will have to stay with me tonight." He says and I nod my head. "Let me guess. You're sending Scott and Isaac with me to the store."

"Yep." I say.

"Awesome. Well I got to get ready so down the stairs you all go." He says and we leave the room. Me and Peter sit on the couch and Scott sits on Isaac's lap in the chair.

"So when are you gonna tell Stiles about you two?" I say referring to how Scott and Isaac have been together for a while and haven't told Stiles.

"Well we were thinking about telling him after the 'find and kill the witches' plan but then we had to worry about how he's a wanted recruit for team bitch." Isaac said.

"And we wanna wait until he's not being hunted down to tell him." Scott adds.

"Well I would tell him now. You know, with being wanted as part of a coven first on his problem list, you two will be second." Peter says.

"Actually with the usual amount of problems he has, third or fourth." I reassure.

We hear Stiles coming down and Scott sits on the couch in between us.

"Alright, I'm dressed, now lets go." Scott and Isaac follow him outside.