We're Just Friends (I Swear)

Chapter 1

Stiles had been tense all day. Not just quiet, like when he was stressed, but visibly jumpy. Earlier Allison tapped his shoulder in class and he turned his chair over.

It wasn't just that though. He had also barely eaten at lunch, and later, talking to Derek, he wasn't listening, just pacing around. At that point, Scott knew something wasn't right. Stiles had off days, but he was always careful. Not listening when Derek was warning them of a possible threat wasn't like him.

"I need to get home actually. Can you do this without me and Stiles?" Scott interrupted. Derek had scowled, but let them go. Stiles didn't say a word as they left.

"Stiles, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" Scott asked, as soon as they were outside. Derek was watching them through the broken window, probably listening.

"What- yeah. Can we go?" He asked, swallowing hard. Scott could feel the tension, the anxiety in the air, like static. He hadn't really been paying attention to it before. Now that he was, he could notice how Stiles was a little pale.

"Your house or mine?" Scott asked, trying to be casual. He could tell this was escalating, and he didn't want to worry him any more.

"Mine." Stiles said, wringing his hands together as he got in the car. He was in the passenger side too, which wouldn't be off if it wasn't his car. Scott took a deep breath anyway and got in, helping Stiles buckle his belt when his hands shook.

"Feel weird." Stiles said quietly.

"I know, it'll be ok." Scott said, putting a hand over Stiles' shaking ones.

"Wanna see my dad." Stiles muttered.

"Ok, I'll call him and tell him to meet us there, ok?" Scott said, and Stiles nodded. Scott started the car and started to drive, leaving Derek's house behind.

After rolling down the windows, Stiles seemed to feel better, for a few minutes. Scott made the call to the sheriff, and Stiles mumbled into the phone in between sharp breaths.

As they got closer to his house, Scott drove faster. Stiles' breathing was rapid now, it could be called hyperventilating. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and whining, a tick that he had developed. As soon as the car had stopped, and Scott had unbuckled him, he was out of the car and pacing.

"Come on, follow me, inside now. You'll be ok, as soon as you get your medicine." Scott said, reaching out his hand towards him. Stiles took it and Scott led him inside, up to his bedroom.

"Can't." Stiles murmured, sucking in a breath.

"Can't what?" Scott asked.

"Med-" stiles broke off, taking in deep breaths as he wobbled on his feet.

"Can't have your medicine? Why?" Scott asked. Stiles' words were broken and slurred, but he had learned a long time ago what they meant when he was in this state.

"Trash." He breathed, and Scott sighed.

"Wait, you threw them away or you need a trash can? You about to be sick?" Scott asked quickly.

"Trash!" Stiles yelled, before gagging and lurching forward. Scott pulled him quickly, getting him to the bathroom just in time for him to empty his stomach.

Scott rubbed his back for a minute, making sure it was over, before flushing and getting him a cup of water.

"Med... Trash... Too..." Stiles said, trying to take deep breaths.

"Why did you throw them away?" Scott asked.

"Expired." Stiles said shakily. His eyes went wide for a minute before he was scrambling to get up.