Feels like falling

Chapter 3

After forcing Lydia to stay in the shop for another half an hour he eventually gave in to her complaints of starvation and they carried on towards the coffee shop. They arrived there to find the place surprisingly busy for the time of day saying as it was still the holidays and most students had yet to return wanting to stay away as long as possible. Using Lydia's powers of persuasion they managed to secure a small table at the back of the shop. She didn't bring up yesterday again but he could tell she wanted to.

They'd been in the coffee shop talking for a few hours when he got the call from his dad signalling the arrival of his things.

After saying a quick goodbye to Lydia and promising to meet her later he set off towards his building. The trip back to his dorm seemed to pass quicker this time and before he knew it he was watching his dad exit the small movers van.

Even though it had only been two days since he last saw the sheriff it was a relief to see him, a small piece of home in a strange new place. He stepped into his dad's open arms not caring who was watching. After a minute or so his dad tried to pull back but Stiles wasn't letting go.

"Hey, you okay son?" without looking at him he could hear his father's concern.

"Yeah, sorry, I've just not had the best few days. I'm really glad you're here." He replied taking a step back as he smiled not wanting to worry his dad.

"Look Stiles if this had anything to do with that boy..." The sheriff started to say before he was cut off.

"No no no, it's nothing really dad. If anything serious ever happens to me you'll be the first person I talk to. It's just me being silly, I promise." He tried to force the smile to reach his eyes when the unsure look remained on his father's face and let out a small internal sigh as he received a nod for his efforts. The conversation was over, for now anyway.

"Come on dad, lets just get these boxes inside and then we can go find somewhere to get lunch. I hear there's a place that does really good veggie burgers around here." He smirked at the whine to his left.

"Stiles... can't we get some proper food for once. This is our last meal together until the holidays."

"Exactly this is the last chance I have to force you to eat healthily before you return to late night take-a-ways and fried breakfasts. Don't bother denying it, I can smell the bacon grease on you from this morning!" he lectured. At least the sheriff had the decency to act somewhat guilty at being caught. He laughed and headed to the back of the van to pick up a box. Turning back he found his father had yet to move.

"Hurry up old man. The quicker we get these boxes unloaded the quicker we can get some delicious veggie burgers." The sheriff's groan at the thought of the low fat meal just fuelled his amusement. Deciding there was no use waiting for the older man Stiles began to take a small stack of boxes to his dorm room, his dread building at the thought of having to carry multiple boxes up to the third floor. Maybe he could let his dad get some bacon with his burger as a reward, he really was a good son after all.