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The Summer II

          Hot wind scraped against the Hale house's failing wood, Stiles wondering why Derek chose to meet here. A small amount of progress was made around the pool, the two of them walking closer and closer to the edge each time they saw each other. However, that wasn't fast enough. They both wanted to dive in, feeling the water surround them like a heated serenade, but Derek was scared. He had been hurt so many times, what if this was just another heartbreak? The wolf wanted nothing to do with that and feared he had already grown too attached. He and Stiles had been spending quite a bit of time together. It was supposedly forced by circumstantial placing, but the two learned better.

This was the first voluntary meeting they had ever had, Stiles' feet tapping nervously on the burnt wooden panels, "What'd you wanna talk to me about?"

          It was true, Derek made the call, but was suddenly regretting it. The plan was to either tell Stiles how he felt and hope for the best or grab him right there. Obviously, neither of those were going to happen, so Derek didn't know what to do. How do you ignite an unspoken flame?

"Derek?" Stiles waved his hand in front of the wolf's face, "Are you in there?"

"Yeah, sorry." Derek shook his head, "I..."

Stiles stepped off the wall, slowly nearing the hesitative alpha, "Derek, what?"

He thought about forgetting this whole ordeal, pretending that it never happened as he ran off into the less confusing woods. But, as much as he wished for this awkwardness to end, Derek couldn't, "Do you-" he paused, eyes rolling in self-annoyance, "Am I crazy?"

Stiles squinted, unsure of the appropriate way to respond, "I don't think so. I mean, sometimes you're a little weird, but-"

"No," Derek sighed, "that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Stiles asked, wondering if he was supposed to assist the wolf in his wording pursuit.

"I-" Derek closed his eyes, deciding it best to give up before he made an even bigger fool of himself, "I don't know anymore."

          He leaned against the singed door, muscles flexing nervously about his arms. Stiles licked his lips, wondering beyond mere curiosity if they were thinking of the same thing. Taken by the wolf's shaky tone and shriveling confidence, Stiles strongly believed that they were. Both were beginning to sweat while continuously pacing about the pool of potential chances, but Stiles most of all. He had this small crush on Derek since the first time they met, hardly hesitating to make it obvious. Everyone knew except the alpha himself. Perhaps he sensed it as well, that would explain the nervous rambling. All Stiles knew for sure was that he did not like waiting. Walking up to Derek, Stiles took a deep breath, hoping he read the signals correctly. If not, Derek would quite literally kill him. This seemed like it could be a good thing, so Stiles was willing to risk it.

          Before another breath was taken, their lips met. Stiles had been waiting so long to do that, knowing Derek wouldn't. The reason why wasn't clear to him, but the teenager only hoped it would be soon. The wolf responded positively, large hand meeting the side of Stiles' face. There was no movement, just the still feeling of their collided lips. It seemed that's all that was needed, Derek pulling away as their foreheads remained pressed together.

"Was that what you meant?" Stiles asked, choosing to intervene before Derek could say anything.

His hand didn't leave the boy's cheek, staring down at him as if the previous action was still processing within his mind, "Yeah," his lips managed to curve, "that's exactly what I meant."

Stiles gazed up at him, "You think you could mean it again?"

          This time, Derek didn't hesitate, kissing Stiles deeply. Fingers combed through the wolf's hair as his tongue requested permission to enter Stiles' mouth. Granted immediately, the boy let out a small whimper. As much as Derek wished to keep Stiles from such helplessness, he liked it. The alpha liked it so much in fact that he could no longer help himself, Stiles' back soon colliding with a crumbling poster. He didn't seem to mind one bit, arms wrapping encouragingly around Derek's neck. He held Stiles' waist tightly, fearing that if he released the boy, he would lose everything they could be.

          It seemed release was demanded anyway, Derek hearing a motorcycle approach. He pulled back slowly, wishing with everything in him that he didn't have to. But this was just starting, the wolf knew not how much nor if Stiles wanted to take this any further. The boy stared up at Derek questioningly, seemed to protest the parting of their lips.

"Scott's coming." Derek said, not knowing if this was intended to be kept secret. Damn it, Stiles cursed to himself, muscles tensing nervously as Derek took a step back.

Sure enough, a green and black motorcycle pulled up to the front of the Hale house, both trying to remain inconspicuous, "Stiles?" Scott questioned, removing his helmet, "What're you doing here?"

He would tell Scott, of course, just not like this, "Uh," he started, glancing around questioningly, "I was looking for you."

"We were just at school." Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded accordingly, "but you told me you were coming here."

Looking up, Scott attempted to recollect such a conversation. He couldn't, however, decided they had better things to discuss, "I need your help." he said to Derek.

Relieved that there would be no awkward conversations while he was present, the alpha shrugged boringly, "With what?"

          Stiles knew, of course, leaning back against the singed wooden poster. After the request of a tattoo application, Scott didn't blink at the price. He would obviously live through the flame, but that didn't make it any less painful. Stiles attempted to leave, but was held back by the power of Derek's arm- restraining him. Sure, he was only playing the part so Scott wouldn't realize, but it made Stiles queasy to think they would go back to the way they were two years ago. So much progress was made, Stiles hoped the two of them would never have to circle such an uncertain pool again.

"Why'd you paint the door?" Scott questioned intently, fingers sliding down the fresh red.

Derek sighed, Stiles looking to him in equal curiosity, "There's a pack in Beacon Hills."

"You say it like you know them." Stiles folded him arms, deciding it best to play the part as well.

"I know of them." said Derek warily, "It's a pack of alpha's."

          Little did Stiles know at the time, but that's when it all started. That's when everything the boy had ever known would start rolling down hill. Death and loss would soon infiltrate Stiles' life, making him wonder why, out of all he had left, he chose to give up the one good thing that stayed.

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Do you get the chapter's gist now? I hope it's not confusing :/

And awww, I just couldn't resist the cheesiness.

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