GHOSTS

Chapter 3

Hey, everyone! Are you enjoying this? Please, tell me your opinion about it!! Oh, and now, in the dialogues and everything, me and Shell write this together. So she is Derek, I am Stiles. And I'm sorry for my bad English 'cause I'm not English then, you know, I'm not perfect. Anyway, I should stop talk. Enjoy this chapter! xx Van

Derek can feel his heart beating as swift as a mouse... a stranger in his house at the late night!
A young man with the early or middle twenties... handsome and has a pair of Bambi whiskey 
eyes with long lashes and a sarcastic up turned nose and pink lips... a few inches shorter than him and is staring at him. "Who... who are you? Wha- what the fuck are you doing in my house?", gloats at him with his  shocked eyes.

Stiles look at him confused. Why Derek doesn't recognize him? "Are you serious? You don't.. You don't know me?"

Derek frowns deeply and his brows tied up together. "Are you insane? You intruded into my house at the middle of nowhere and now asking me if I know you?"

Stiles wanted cry, but he have to control himself. "You're right. I'm sorry, I'm your neighbor and I was locked out of my house and this house was abandoned and I thought that.. Well, I'm so sorry, I just don't have any place to stay for the night!"

Derek is gazing at stiles expressions... his hyperactive movements and his talkative mouth. Sighs and pauses for moments. Does this man say the truth? If he would be robbery or a con man... common Derek don't start drama he needs a place for a night. "Okay... you can stay the night. But are you always like that? Coming in without permission?", raises his brows.

"Pretty much, yes. My dad always say that I'm a hyperactive kid and yo... Well, yeah, I am.", Stiles moves his hair a little nervous.

Derek smirks to his sentence, shakes head and rubs his beard. "What's your name kid? How old are you?"

"I'm Stiles and I have 22! Nice to meet you." Stiles holds out his and. Could them touch each other?

"Stiles... I haven't heard such a name.", smiles softly and shakes back his hand, "Derek... Derek Hale. ", still holds his hand, "Your hand is freaking cold, man. You must be hungry as well, right?"

Stiles was surprised. Ghosts can touch people? By the way, he was a ghost? "Well, it's not my real name but yeah! You're name is pretty. And yes, I'm starving!"

Institutionally, Derek, that is not into talkative people, but Stiles truly has a sweet social ability to make the silence getting filled.

"Thanks... please sit", shows the counter seats which are front aside of the kitchen, "I'll make
something for you.", heads out to the kitchen.

Stiles sat in the chair and start thinking. Again. Because he never stop thinking about anything. "How's going your life, Derek?"

Derek melts a piece of butter in the pan and puts some pieces of steaks with peppers. He learnt all the cooking skills from Stiles but he couldn't remember any of this... he's thinking all of that
is been learnt by cooking book and programs. Starts peeling off veggies for salad and looks
briefly at Stiles. "Not bad... I run a company but some doctors recommended me to move in the country... what about you?"

"I am dead!", Stiles say to himself with tears in his eyes. When he take the control of himself he answer to Derek. "I'm just... My life is fine, you know.."

Derek peels off the cucumber and lettuce with stiles favorite sauce while is looking at the bowl continues the conversation to make the space a bit less awkward. "Wife? Fiancé? Any partner?"

"No, I'm all alone. I mean, I still love someone but I think he forgets me!"

Suddenly Derek cuts his finger from knife blade from the sound of he. Derek hisses in pain a bit and looks at him with a hint of blushing.

Stiles get up as fast as he can and walks in Derek's direction. "Are you okay? Please, tell me you aren't hurt.."

Derek looks at him and smiles at his reaction. Indeed, Jennifer never've felt pity and worried about Derek like Stiles fearful eyes. "It's just a small scratch, Stiles." Those eyes, to be honest, somehow are distracting Derek in as so much that his finger bleeding is numb.

Stiles sighed with relief. "I'm sorry for my reaction... I'm.. I'm sorry!"

Derek wraps a napkins on his finger and chuckles. "It's not your fault... I just surprised by what you said. You don't look like gay people to be honest." He puts the forks and knifes and plates with a bottle of martini and the foods on the counter.

"Yeah.. You said that once, I just laughed! Well, I mean, yeah but I'm gay but I'm not flirting with you, don't worry, I just was worried, truly worried!" Stiles blushing. He always forget that Derek doesn't remember him.

Derek bursts of laughing but controls himself. "You're very weird, Stiles but I'm sure after resting a bit you won't ranting, buddy." Derek invites him to the table and sits in front of him under a dim light which illuminates Derek's and Stiles attractive faces.

"You're beautiful! You always were beautiful but now you are so much beautiful!" Stiles say without thinking. He picks up a glass and drinks the all content. Can ghosts drink? Weird.

Derek is eating with a good appetite for the first time he can eat his meal fully without any arguments from Jennifer... no badgering no nagging and no fights and anger. Looks up after releasing awkward silence came back. "What do you do, stiles? I mean any job? Hobby?"

"I said to you, I'm just... I made a break!" Stiles needs to hug him, kiss him, tell him that he still loves him but he couldn't.

Derek looks at him with his adorable smile that caused some cute wrinkles under those eyes. "Break from what?"

Fuck. Why he is so hot? "From life I guess!"

Derek chuckles into his face. "Somehow same situation for me, Stiles."

Stiles laughed. "Believe me, our situation is very different."

Derek notices Stiles cute moles that are scattered in a hot way though his face and that laughing even makes him double salient. "You don't know me, so maybe we're not that different"

Stiles laughed again. But this time he couldn't control himself and he laughed so hard and so loud. Oh yeah, he knows him.

Derek is laughing too... how long he hasn't laughed this much? Has he really laughed in fact?

Stiles gestures and motions is changing Derek's low morality. He feels alive in the gloomy house.

"Thank you for letting me stay here!" Stiles say. Well, Derek doesn't knew but he didn't have any option too.

Derek nods with his bright smile. "You're welcome, do you want to watch some tv shows with me? Or you're tired?"

"I'm not tired. But I don't want watch TV either, I want talk to you if you don't mind!"

Derek gapes a bit at the man sitting in front of him. "Uh... this is the first time in my life that someone wants to hang out with me." Smiles tingly and sad. "I'd love to talk with you."