With love, -D. -Sterek- -BoyXboy-

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"Stiles!" Sheriff hollers up the stairs. "There's a postcard for you."

"Okay, put it on the table." Stiles replies from his room. The video game he was playing had all of his attention at the moment.

"From D..?" The boys father asks, unaware of who D is. He sets the card on the table like his son said. 

Stiles comes running, almost tumbling, down the stairs, running straight to the table and picking up the card. "Derek..." He mumbles to himself. 

"Wait, Derek Hale?" Mr. Stilinki asks, looking oddly at the teen. 

Stiles looks up at his father and smiles. "No... a boy at school. He moved to.."  Stiles checks the location on the card. "Death Valley..." Stiles turns his head, squinting his eyes at how stupid that sounded. 

"Oh.." The Sheriff said, knowing Stiles was lying. "Alright then.  Anyways, it's late, and I think you should go to bed. You have a busy day tomorrow." 

Stiles nods, holding the card to his chest. "Agreed. Night, pops." He smiles at his dad and walks back up stairs. 

Once upstairs, Stiles grabs a magnet and puts the postcard on his mini fridge. Already dressed in pajamas, he never even got out of them, he climbs into bed, and shuts on his lamp. 

Why would he send me that? Stiles thinks, this eyes wide open. God I miss him.. Stiles shuts his eyes. I hope he sends more. The teen falls asleep right after thinking that. Even in his sleep, Stiles has dreams of Derek giving him postcards. From places all over the world, Paris, Hong Kong... 

The buzz of his alarm clock cuts through the air. Stiles gets up, and heads too his dresser. Yawning, he picks out a grey tee shirt and puts it on/ He shuts the dresser drawer and opens the next one. He pulls out denim blue jeans. He strips off his pants and puts on the new jeans. Slidding on his red hoodie, he walks down the stairs. 

His dad has already gone too work, and has left him breakfast on the table. Stiles sits down, not hesitating to stuff his face with his dad's amazing cooking. He scans the table with his eyes, and finds a piece of mail with his address on it. But it wasn't sent to his dad, it was sent to him. He flips it over, revealing it's another post card. "Too many people. -D" Stiles reads the post card and smiles. "Oh my god.." he mumbles. He takes the postcard and runs upstairs. Grabbing another magnet, he puts it on the mini fridge, right next to the other one. 

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It's been two weeks since Stiles received the last post card. He was starting to worry Derek wouldn't send him anymore. Maybe he was suppose to write back? He didn't understand. 

Every morning he would hurry down stairs and check the table. it made him sad not to find anything. When he'd get home from school, he'd run to the table again. It' made him even sadder if he didn't find anything again. When his dad got home from work later, he would ask him if there was any mail for him. If his dad said no, he'd go to to bed depressed. 

The sound of his dad's vehicle pulling in the driveway woke Stiles, who passed out on the sofa while watching Supernatural. He sits up, and turns down the TV slightly. When his dad opens the door, he tries not to bring up the mail at all. He knows there isn't anything for him. "Hey dad." He says, turning to the door.