Stiles Pov
" So is little red riding hood staying with the big bad wolf?" Isaac asked smugly.
" It was nice," I tried to play it cool. " If i could..." My voice cracked. Well. That totally blew it.
I ship it.
I couldnt get Lydias voice to stop bouncing into my thoughts. I am falling for him arent i? This is weird. I mean he is like the most perfect and hottest in Beacon Hills, but.. I cant think of anything. Yup. I am falling for him. Hard. Ohmygod I sound like a cheezy romance movie.
"You can, if it helps you sleep." Derek said with a small blush.
Derek. Hale. Blushed. Over me. Staying. Isaac noticed and gave a shocked look.
"Thanks," I tired to look natural like it was no big deal. "Im gonna run home, Isaac wanna come?" I motioned to the door and in the proccess nearly fell. Yup im so cool.
Isaac nodded numbly still stunned. Derek shot him a glare, snapping Isaac back to normal. I walked with him to the car and as soon as the Hale house was out of sight he looked up at me with curiousity.
"He never laughs, or blushes you know." He states. Now that made me blush.
"OHMYGOD YOU GUYS LIKE EACHOTHER!" He roars half happily the other half horror.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled.
"WAIT HE LIKES ME???" I asked a little to excitedly.
"Well he shows an ubelievable amount of emotion when you are around." Isaac added smiling.
"I have noticed that, but maybe he is just becoming happy again." I halfsmiled trying to hide the pain of how it took me so long to get over the loss of my mother.
"Stiles whats wrong?" Isaac asked. I forgot he can smell how im feeling.
"Nothing just a sad thought." I lied. The sad thought was always there like a fog only around me, the sad thought that steals my sleep, the sad thought that overruns my happiness. The sad thought that kills me a little each day. The sad thought that brought me to derek.
"Stiles whats the matter. Really." Isaac demanded sadly.
I gazed up at him eyes glossing over, "I miss her."
He had a look of recognition. "I miss both of them. Even if one hurt me. I miss them too."
I weakly smiled and continued driving. Determined not to cry, i pulled into the driveway. I was unsurprized to see that dad was still at work. Isaac and I walked into the house in a confortable silence.
"The TVs over there Im goint to take a shower." I nodded to the general area of the television.
I walked up the staircase and went into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and hopped in. With no derek here to make me feel safe the memories crawled in.
"Stiles, this is going to be the last time we get to visit mommy in the hospital."
"Why?"
"Mommy isnt getting better so they are going to let her go to this amazing place, like a garden of happy things, where she will never be sick again."
"Where is it daddy? Why cant we go?"
"It is very far away, and we both will go there one day."
"Why not now with mommy?"
"It only is for sick people who arent getting better in the hospital, or old people who cant move anymore."
"Daddy I dont want her to go"
His eyes lined with tears. "No one wants her too son. No one."
"Then WHY." I pleaded
"She has to son. So other people dont have to go yet." His voice cracked.
"But daddy i dont care about other people. I only need mommy and you."
"I understand, but we have to. Mommy needs to."
We walk into the room. Mom is awake staring out the window. She is bony and frail.
"Hey handsomes." She tries to wave but is too weak.
I pull her into a hug from the bed.
"Why do you have to go? Why cant i come?" I whisper.
I tried to block out the memory by thinking of other things. Things like what me and derek will do tonight while we are trying to sleep. Or what ill buy for dinner because i CANT cook anything. I fail. I burnt mac n cheese once. the microwave type. I chuckle quietly to myself and wonder what Dereks doing.
