A Pain That I'm Used To (Stamon) (Kliles)

Nice place

Stiles threw himself down on the leather couch and let out a heavy sigh. It had been a long couple of days. He'd been with Caroline the past three days. He liked her a lot. She reminded him of Lydia.
Day one he'd gotten to know her, Bonnie and Elena. Day two she'd given him a tour of pretty much the whole town. Yesterday he'd spent all morning helping her do some final preparations for the founders ball before being sent off with the Salvatore brothers to find a suit.

He'd barely had any time to unpack and had spent most of the morning doing so. He didn't expect to hear much from Caroline today as she was going dress shopping with Bonnie and Elena. Though she'd already sent him several texts. Stiles thought it was nice of her to try and include him so much. It made him feel good. He'd met Elena's brother, Jeremy and his friend Matt. They were accepting as well. Even Elena's sort of adopted uncle, Alaric was super nice.

Even with having met all them he was still a bit nervous about the founder's ball. It was a pretty big deal to everyone and Beacon Hills never did anything like it. He would definitely be out of place.

Stiles' doorbell rang shaking him from his thoughts. He made his way over and opened the door. Standing there was Damon, Stefan, and Alaric.

"Uh, hey." Stiles frowned. What were they doing here?

"Hey, Stiles, sorry to just drop by, we would have called but we didn't have your number. If I could get that, that'd be great." Damon spoke walking into the house.

"No, please, come on in." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Sorry about him. Manners didn't really stick." Stefan shrugged as Stiles let him and Alaric in.

"Nice place." Damon said picking up a picture from an unpacked box.

"Good looking group." Damon commented. "Old friends?"

Stiles snatched the picture from him glancing down. It was a picture his dad had taken a few years back. Allison and Aiden were still alive.
Stiles looked over each person in the picture. Ethan, Allison, Isaac, Lydia, Derek, himself, Scott and Aiden. He put the picture on the coffee table face down not wanting to look at it anymore. It hurt too much.

"Who's this guy?" Damon asked holding a new picture frame.

Stiles looked to see one of the only pictures of him and Derek. Lydia had gotten Derek to even smile in it.

"No one." Stiles went to snatch it away.

"He's hot. Ex boyfriend of yours?" Damon asked holding the frame away from Stiles grasp.

"No." Stiles growled.

"Is this that Derek guy you mentioned the other day?" Damon asked still inspecting the picture.

"How do you know about him?" Stiles frowned.

"On the phone with that Lydia chick you mentioned him." Damon turned to Stiles.

"If you must know, yes that is Derek." Stiles snatched the picture Damon held out to him. Without even looking at it he shoved it back in the box.

"Are you here for a reason or just to go through my stuff?" Stiles demanded turning back to Damon.

The room got suddenly tense.

"What's going on?" Stiles asked.

"We thought it might be a good idea for you to hang out with us today." Stefan piped in when no one else did.

"Oh? And do what?" Stiles asked.

"Have you ever shot a crossbow?" Alaric asked.

Stiles' eyes widened a bit recalling a memory of the time Allison tried to teach him. He'd accidentally shot Isaac in the shoulder.

"Once, it didn't go well." Stiles answered with a nervous laugh.

"Well you're gonna learn today." Damon grinned wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

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"So you hold the bow like this and press the trigger here. So aim at your target and shoot." Alaric explained as he positioned the bow in Stiles' hands.

"Why are you teaching me this?" Stiles asked aiming at the tree with the painted target.

"Oh you know in case you run into any vampires or werewolves." Damon joked causing Stiles to falter releasing the arrow straight into the ground not even three feet away.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Stiles asked turning to Damon.

"He's kidding. Ignore him." Stefan said tossing a glare at his brother.

"Maybe aim up a little this time." Alaric suggested helping Stiles aim.

This time Stiles at least hit the tree.

"Ha! I did it!" Stiles threw his hands up in celebration.

Stefan And Alaric laughed.

"Good job." Alaric patted Stiles' shoulder.

"Let's try and hit the target now." Alaric said wrapping his arms around Stiles to help him aim better.

Stefan noticed Damon had walked off a ways. He got up to follow his brother.

"Damon what's wrong?" Stefan asked reaching his brother's side.

"I don't know why Stiles' rejection is bothering me so bad. Between that, his reaction to my vampire comment and the fact that Alaric is all over him it's driving me insane." Damon huffed.

"You're the one who wanted Alaric to teach him to defend himself." Stefan pointed out.

"He needs to be able to. The town is crawling with Vampires and werewolves." Damon hissed.

"He doesn't know that." Stefan said.
"And no one in this town is dangerous."

"We're vampires Stefan, we're all dangerous. And what if he gets too close to Lockwood on a full moon." Damon growled impatiently.

"Why are you so worried for a simple human?" Stefan raised a brow at his brother.

"I'm not." Damon lied. He looked over to see Stiles take another clumsy shot at the target missing it completely.
There was something about Stiles that Damon was drawn to though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

*AN*
Here you are lovelies, hope you enjoyed it. Love you!
P.s. picture at the top is the picture Stiles was looking at.