Just Strangers {Sterek Fan-Fiction}

"Derek . . . DEREK! I NEED PANTS."

CHAPTER FOUR

Derek closed the door a little, walked out to the living room and fell back on the couch with a sigh, closing his eyes.

Stiles woke in a bed. He was wet and cold. Stiles untangled himself from the blanket and towel. Pulled on his shirt, hoodie, grabed the towel and walked into the bathroom. He hung it up next to his dripping clothes and sighed. His jeans being soaked means he needs pants. Stiles walked out into the living room, sitting on a kooshie chair and covering his legs with his hoodie. He shivered at how cold his thighs were compared to his stomach.

"Derek?" Stiles whispered. He sighed when he didn't move. Stiles got up and sat next to him. He push Derek's shoulder to wake him.

"Derek . . . DEREK! I NEED PANTS." Stiles slightly shouts. Derek jolts and looks at Stiles.

"Brown dresser, third drewer." Derek said in a sleepy voice. His hair slightly messed up. Stiles smiled and got up.

"Thank you." Stiles went to the bedroom, over to the brown dresser and opened the third drewer. The were jeans, sweats and soft pajama pants. Stiles closed the door, pulled off his soaked boxers and pulled on a pear of soft pajama pants. He closed the drewer, grabbed his boxers and walked back to the bathroom to hang up his boxers.

Stiles walked into the living room, sat in the same chair and pulled his legs up to his chest. It was about eight-thirty when he looked at the clock. Stiles sighed moving to the floor to lay on his stomach. His ribs still hurt but he was freezing. No longer numb. Just super cold. If Stiles curled up it would hurt more so he just stayed still the best he could.

"I need to buy painkillers" Derek mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling, but Stiles heard him. He turn his head to Derek and gave him a weak smile.

"Its Okay. I'm fine and you don't have to help me. I did 'break into you home' after all. I'm a street rat. I shouldn't even be here." Stiles sighed realizing his situation. He groaned sitting up.

"Why did you offer me to stay?" Stiles asked. Derek sighed and looked to Stiles.

"Because I know what it's like. To be homeless. Its terrifying. The first thought people get when they see you is 'poor boy his parents should of taken better care of him' or 'stupid kid, getting into drugs at a young age, pathetic'. I know personally how hard it is. So I'm giving what I didn't get." Derek explained looking Stiles dead in the eye. Stiles got up and sat next to Derek.