GHOSTS

Chapter 4

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No Derek, it's not the first time. Why you don't remember when we talk until the morning? Why you don't remember the first time we hang out? Our first date? "I'm sure someone already wanted to hang out with you."

Derek feels something lights up into his heart. The boy is like an angel. He's like an anchor to Derek's salutary life. "Do you want us hanging out in the balcony?" Derek tilts his corner lips.

"Yes, Derek, I'd love to!" Stiles smiles.

After cleaning up, Derek makes two cup of coffee and brings them to the balcony, the Texas and the skyscrapers is obvious from the far, cool night weather with lax mood this is what Derek always wish for that. He sits beside Stiles in the darkness. "Here you're."

"Thanks." Stiles accept the cup of coffee. "That's a beautiful night!"

Derek breaths deeply and enjoys his company together with the nice weather. "Yes. It's beautiful." Why Derek wanted to say like you... com'on man you've fiancé and not gay.

"So... The girl.. Is your girlfriend?" Stiles change the subject.

Derek comes out from his thoughts after hearing stiles catchy voice. "Uh... girlfriend fiancé... something between." Derek sighs.

"Fiancé?" Stiles feels some tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I need to pee. I will be back in a few minutes."

Derek nods. "It's downstairs, after the landlord."

Stiles get in the house and sit down on the floor. Fiancé? He already forget him. Totally forget him. He is in love and happy and Stiles is dead. Stiles cry for minutes and then get up and clean his face. He goes back to the balcony. "Hey again."

Derek is looking at the scenery. He wants to talk to Stiles... he wants to talk to him until morning. But feels a big gap in his past. Like he has lost an important period of his life. By Stiles voice turns his head to his side and smiles. "Hey, Stiles". Both have a shade of depressions on their faces but a small ignition is lighting up their hearts. "Sit, please."

Stiles doesn't remember the last time that Derek said please to him. He used to be so bossy. "I don't know what say, you know, I feel like... Like..."

"You feel like you don't have a life, right?" Derek says bluntly and serious for the first time to Stiles by looking at him. "Because I like to talk too. But I don't have any obvious memory... I just remembered I worked and studied with the lack of friends or any love life." Derek described all of these sentences with hatred. Like tonight stiles is his survival... a psychiatrist to be intimate.

"Well, I can tell you how your life was supposed to be!" Stiles offered. It's the only way to tell Derek about they without him stay confuse.

Derek frowns in confusion to Stiles. Wind makes his front jet black hair dancing. "Wha- what do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"I'm a good story teller so I can imagine another life for you!" Stiles smiles.

Derek smiles at his comment. Bends closer and his smiles get deepened until his bunny teeth been shown up. "So tell me a good story, Stiles." Says quietly. Derek doesn't care if he almost flirted.

"So.. There is that guy that you always watched and you never had courage to tell him who you feel about him. Or maybe you just didn't wanted tell him because you thought that love is weakness. Or you were just afraid. One day, you almost died in the arms of this guy and he said to you who he feels about you." Stiles smiles with this memory. He take so long to tell Derek that he loves him. Stiles make a break and watch Derek's reactions.

Derek's eyes become watery. Apparently, stiles looks like a happy cute man with sarcasm. But how this boy has lots of sadness which is choked into his existence. Who is that dead lover? How he knows about that dead man? "What happened to his lover? Did he figure?"

"Well, the guy tells you that he loves you. And you said that you loved him too. And then you recovered. In a few days you were better and you and that guy started to date. And well, your life was almost perfect!" Stiles shut up sadly. That's the most sad part.

"You... you mean the real me? Are you telling me a myth or..." Derek stares at one spot. Dating a man... having a happy life. These are beyond his expectations.

"I'm telling you a memory!" Stiles just said.

"Are you belonging to the memory?" Derek says with lingering.

"Me? Yes. I'm "that guy"!" Stiles smiles.

Derek swallows. "Are you playing with me?"

"No. I'm telling a story!"

"Do you believe that the stories can be real?" Derek replies just as quietly as stiles tune... quite like a couple.

"Derek, that story is real. I didn't planning tell you but.. You don't seem happy with Jennifer!"

Stiles get up and start walking.

Derek swiftly stands and takes stiles hand from the behind and makes Stiles to face him. "I want to feel the story... I want to throw my current story away. I want you to be in my story. I don't know you... I don't know how you came here because I know there isn't any lofts here. But something tells me that you should be here..." Derek gasps between his speech like he's afraid to loose the front man. He still is gripping stiles hand and looking fully eyes at Stiles beautiful face.

Stiles smiles. He wants that Derek feels the story too. He have nothing to lose, right? He is already dead so.. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

"Yes.... yes Stiles you can." Derek doesn't even let Stiles to responds, he cups stiles face and with a dense scowl, closes his eyes and puts his lips on stiles kissable lips. The touch is a spark to Derek's body... after a few second starts moving his lips and tasting stiles pinky lips... brushed his fingers though stiles neck and with the other holds his jawline. His heavy breathing makes his chest to touch Stiles one. He didn't know how he needs this... how he needs to kiss Stiles. Where has he been? Never ever have felt this moment with Jennifer.

Stiles enjoys this moment. Oh, he missed Derek so much. His body pressed against him, his smell, his hair, and his taste. Kissing Derek was like being in the heaven. Stiles touched Derek stomach and he felt like is in paradise.

Derek gasps some air and fondles stiles earlobe. In the past he used to do this because Stiles was obsessed with it. Shoves stiles lips to get open to have access the inner. Derek's curious tongue makes Stiles to get licked and tasted all over of his mouth. If they both didn't face with lack of the air, definitely they could kiss until morning. Slowly and gently, Derek cuts the kiss and looks at Stiles. "Thank you."

"No, thank you. I needed to feel alive again!" Stiles says.

Derek bits his lips not to smile but fails. "Stiles?" Looks at stiles crouch.

"Yes?" Stiles staring him

"Um... your pants.." Sees Stiles semi hardness.

"Oh God, you always do that! You provoke that and then you see that and I always stay embarrassed!" Stiles laughed a little.

Derek chuckles. "So I've been a bastard ha?"