Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 12

"Derek!" I called watching him walk into the kitchen. "Derek, are you gonna help me today?"

"Can't." He grunted walking past me toward the front door.

"Why not?"

"I have to go." I watched him pull on his jacket and grab his keys.

"Where?"

"We need milk."

"There's 3 gallons in the fridge?" I questioned.

Derek growled, "We. Need. Milk." He said, storming out of the house.

He came home 5 hours later without milk.

This started becoming a normal thing. Derek returned to his normal closed off self. He wasn't talking anymore. He wouldn't even look at me. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe he just wants me to leave. Find my own place. But, we were getting so close, we were a thing. We totally are a thing. So, what happened?

I sighed hearing the front door shut again and Derek drive off in his Camaro. It's late, close to 2 in the morning. I pushed myself from my bed and climbed into his. Maybe if I stay here long enough he'll finally have no choice but to talk to me again.

"Hey, shithead." I heard Laura laugh.

I rolled my eyes sitting down next to her, "Do you know what Derek's problem is?"

"Derek's problem?" She asked. "You mean other than being a big bag of emotional constipation? No."

"He's being weird. I don't know what to do."

"Talk to him."

"He won't let me."

We sat in silence, comfortable silence. I wasn't expecting anyone else to show up tonight. But, I was wrong. I saw Derek's mom, Talia, and both of my parents.

"Hey, kiddo." My mom called sitting by me. I leaned into her.

"Hi, mom."

"Stiles, honey, could I talk to you alone for just a moment?" Talia asked. I looked over at Laura who shrugged before I stood up and followed Talia. The room around us changed from its normal cloudy white to a light blue and she stood quietly before speaking up.

"I need you to listen closely..."

Derek POV

I've been ignoring Stiles for the past few weeks and I know it's hurting him but I don't know what else to do. He's my mate. My mate. How am I supposed to tell him that? What am I even supposed to do? I spent most of my days just driving around so I didn't have to see him. I just don't want to mess anything up. I always mess something up. I try so, so hard, and it's never enough. I want to finally get something right...

I sat down feeling the dew on the grass cover my pants. I sighed resting my face into my hands. "I don't know what to do." I said softly. I pushed the leaves that had fallen onto the gravestone off. "I just wish you were here to tell me what to do." I felt my chest tighten and a tear fall down my face. "Please, just tell me what to do. I don't want to mess it up." I wiped off my face. "I just really need you right now, mom."

I don't know how long I sat there but when I finally got up to leave the sun had already rose and was beginning to set again. The drive home was a blur. Walking up the stairs was a blur. Walking into my room was a blur. Noticing Stiles sleeping in my bed was clear as day. I changed out of my pants and climbed into my bed next to him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. He turned in my arms mumbling as his eyes fluttered open.

"Der?" He smiled bringing his hand up to rest on my cheek.

"Go back to sleep." I said softly.

He hummed, closing his eyes and curling into me more. "Your mom said to relax. She said you know what you need to do and to stop fighting it, bun bun." He said softly. "Whatever that means."

I snorted letting sleep overcome me just barely hearing Stiles ask "Does she call you 'bun bun' because you have cute little bunny teeth?"