My Anchor, My Life

Chapter 1

Stiles sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today. Scott had promised to come over at one o'clock to play Halo and eat their weight in pizza but it was now five o'clock and there was still no word from him. There was two large pepperoni pizza's still sitting on the dining room table that had long since gone cold but Stiles couldn't find the will to stomach the cold pizza.

He was losing his best friend and he didn't know how to get him back. It had started several weeks ago when Stiles had convinced Scott to go search for a dead body in the preserve, they had gotten separated and Stiles was forced to leave Scott in the middle of nowhere by himself with nothing but his cell phone and an old flashlight. Stiles tried to call him when he was far enough away from the preserve that he wouldn't attract any unwanted attention from his dad or his deputies but Scott hadn't answered his phone and the next day when he didn't show up to school Stiles tried to call and text him but he didn't return any of his messages. He had figured that Scott was pissed at him for leaving him in the middle of the preserve by himself, but when he had finally emerged from his hiding place he seemed different somehow, at the time Stiles couldn't quiet pinpoint what was wrong with him and if he was honest he still didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since then Scott hasn't been able to look him in the eyes, he keeps making up excuses as to why they can't hang out or bailing on him without a word of apology and frankly Stiles was getting sick of it, there is only so much one person can take.

Stiles snatched his phone off the coffee table, he scrolled through his contacts, hesitating over Scott's name. He wasn't sure he would like what he found on the other end of the line if Scott decided to answer, but it was worth a shot. Stiles quickly punched the call button before he could talk himself out of it and make an even bigger fool of himself. The phone rang once...twice...three times before he picked up. "Hello?" a deep voice asked, but it wasn't Scott, it was Issac; Scott's new buddy. Stiles didn't even know who the kid was until one day he was just suddenly there, following Scott around like a lost puppy. He drove Stiles insane. Issac had taken over his position on the lacrosse team, pushed his way onto the 'cool' table beside Scott and was now he was taking over all of Scott's spare time. "Issac," Stiles ground out from between clenched teeth, "is Scott there?"
"uh, yea he is, sorry who's this?"
"It's Stiles, Scott's friend," he said. Caller Id still exists, doesn't it?
"oh, sorry dude. Did you get a new number?" Stiles' fingers paused in their restless twitching by his side. His eye narrowed into slits as a growl bubbled up in his throat. As if things couldn't get any worse that gigantic dick deleted his number. "No," Stiles growled, "this has always been my number,"
"oh," Issac mumbled. A long silence stretched out between them. Stiles dug his blunt nails into the palm of his hand as he waited for Issac's stuttered reply. "Um. Scott just got back. I'll pass you to him,"
"No!" Stiles screamed, "You know what, tell Scott to go fuck himself!" He promptly hung up before Issac could get another word in. Stiles was seething, it was bad enough Scott kept ditching him for Issac and the rest of the jerks at the 'cool' table but now he had gone and deleted his number, it was like he was trying to erase Stiles from his life. 'Well two can ply at that game,' he thought bitterly. Whoever said popularity doesn't change you is a moron. It wasn't just that night in the woods that had changed Scott. His first day back he was awarded captain of the lacrosse team and of course he was initiated into Jackson and Lydia's' group of followers and Stiles was left behind like dust in the wind.

He unlocked his phone again and scrolled down his meager list of contacts to Scott's number. Stiles made sure to block his number before deleting it from his contacts list. He didn't want to leave any room for Scott to try and get into contact with him again, he's done, no more sitting in the dark while he watches his best friend become popular and get the girl, this is his story too and it's time he got his own happy ending.

Stiles was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't hear the front door open and close. It wasn't until the Sheriff was calling his name did he register another presence in the house. "In here!" he called back halfheartedly. The Sheriff popped his head around the corner cautiously, eyeing the pizza boxes as he passed by the dinning room table. Stiles allowed a small smile to grace his lips. His dad was so transparent. He could almost see the wheels ticking away in his head, ever since Stiles put his dad on his special diet of anything green and leafy that couldn't be purchased at a fast food joint, he has been trying to talk his way into getting any sort of junk food, even going as far as to threaten to fire his new deputy unless he gave him the last doughnut. "Hey kiddo," his dad greeted, "where's Scott? I thought he was coming over today,"
"He was, but Scott decided no to show up, again," he mumbled. He threw he phone onto the cushion beside him and slumped back into the warm confines of the sofa. His can't talk to his dad about this even though he really wants to, he wouldn't understand what he's going through. "Listen, kid," John sighed. The sofa dipped and a warm arm slid over his shoulder. Stiles leaned into his father's warm embrace, tucking his head against his shoulder. "I don't know what's going on between the two of you but whatever it is you'll work it out, you always do, just give it some time,"
"Time?" Stiles asked into the lose fabric of his dad's light brown shirt, "dad he's been a jerk all year. He keeps blowing me off and making lame excuses as to why we can't can't out and if he's feeling especially jerkish that day he'll just ignore my existence altogether. He's becoming Jackson 2.0, I don't know who he is anymore, dad." The Sheriff didn't answer at first and for a brief moment, Stiles was concerned that he might have broken the old man but his raspy voice soon put him at ease. Stiles moved his head until his ear was pressed against his father's chest, listening to the calming beat of his father's heart. "If Scott want's to be a jerk and ignore you in favor of these other kids then let him. Let him find out the hard way what will happen when he plummets back down to planet earth, because you and I both know that they will drop him as soon as he stops being worth anything to them. You deserve better kid and if Scott has his head shoved too far up that girl..." John trailed off.
"Allison,"
"Allison's ass and can't see what a great kid you are then it's his lose not yours. You deserve only the best kid, don't let one person in the expanse of you entire life ruin that for you,"
Stiles rolled his eyes fondly, "you make it sound like I'm breaking up with him,"
"Well, you two have been friends longer than most relationships these days."

He was right, they had been friends their entire lives, inseparable since birth but that just made the pain of losing Scott even worse. Stiles just wanted to know what was going on with him, why he was acting so weird all of a sudden. "And besides," John whispered against the top of Stiles' head, "I see the way you look at him when you think no one is looking." He froze in his father's arms, his eyes going wide in horror. God, is he really that transparent? If his dad could manage to figure it out then there was no way Scott was still oblivious to his feelings for him. That must be why he's ignoring him, he's disgusted by Stiles feelings for him.