Is it fate?

Chapter 9

Stiles woke up the next morning to his phone ringing. He scrambles for it but he isn't quick enough and it goes to voice mail.

He looks at the phone 10 missed calls. 6 from Scott, 2 from Lydia and Allison. Stiles sighs and calls Scott.

"Oh my god Stiles! Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Stiles yawns

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yes genius. Why the 6 calls?"

"You never showed up at Pete's. I was worried."

"Shit I'm sorry Scott. Derek and I went back to his place..."

"YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM?!" Scott yells

Stiles pulls the phone away from his ear till Scott is done, "We watched a movie. I feel asleep and he drove me home."

"Oh that's nice of him. So it's 1 am go back to sleep."

Stiles groans, "Goodnight Scott."

"Night Stiles" Scott hangs up.

Stiles gets out of bed and walks to his bathroom. When he's leaving the bathroom he sees a note on his nightstand. He picks it up and reads it,

'Hey Stiles I had fun on our date.

Can't wait to see you again.

To kiss you again.

-D '

Stiles smiles bright and puts it in the drawer with his other notes from Derek, then he gets back in bed.

Stiles wakes again later. He looks at the clock, 8 am. "Time to start my day." Stiles gets out of bed and grabs some clothes and walks down the hall till he hears voices.

"I don't care if your god, stay away from my son!" He hears his father yell into what he assumes is the phone. Being that he hears no other voice.

Stiles continues down the hall. "Dad who were you talking to?"

John looks at his son, "No one important. I'll be home for dinner." He walks over and hugs his son then leaves the house.

Stiles walks back upstairs and gets in the shower. As Stiles is drying off there is a knock on his front door. "Be there in a minute." He yells

Stiles hurries to get dressed and jogs downstairs his hair still wet.

Stiles opens the door to see a man holding a bouquet of yellow and violet tulips. With a card attached. Stiles signs the paper and takes the flowers. He pulls the card out and reads it,

"Stiles I must leave town for a few days. I hope you will meet me at the park at 3 so we can say goodbye.

-D"

Stiles frowns, "Man this sucks." Stiles smells the tulips then he goes back upstairs to look up the meaning of these tulips. "I wonder why he didn't send red this time." Stiles muses to himself.

Stiles turns on his laptop and lays in bed. He Google’s the meaning of yellow tulips. He finds a site with all kinds of flowers, http://aboutflowers.com/flower-a-plant-information-and-photos/meanings-of-flowers/481-flowers-and-meanings-flower-meanings.html and he scrolls down to tulips.

"Awww Derek." Stiles says when the site tells him yellow means hopelessly in love. He keeps looking for the meaning of violet. Stiles smiles bright when he sees it means faithfulness.

Stiles scans the list for the meaning of red tulips. Stiles gasps and his smile brightens when he sees it means a declaration of love. He reads the story of its meaning in the little passage under it,

A Turkish legend may be responsible for the red tulip's symbolism. The story goes that a prince named Farhad was love struck by a maiden named Shirin.  When Farhad learned that Shirin had been killed, he was so overcome with grief that he killed himself - riding his horse over the edge of a cliff.  It's said that a scarlet tulip sprang up from each droplet of his blood, giving the red tulip the meaning "perfect love."

“How tragic.” Stiles says and then he grabs his keys and goes out to his jeep. He drives to Lydia's. Stiles gets out of the jeep and knocks on the door. Lydia answers the door in a night gown, “What can I do for you?” She asks sleepily

Stiles smiles, “Aww I woke sleeping beauty.”

Lydia smiles, “Do come in Stiles.” She moves from the door way letting him in.

Stiles walks in and walks up to Lydia's room, “So I think Derek loves me.”

Lydia sits by him, “Why do you think that sweetie?”

Stiles looks at her, “It’s silly but he has been giving me red tulips and sweet notes. This morning he had a bouquet of yellow and violet tulips sent to the house with a note.”

Lydia smiles, “What do the flowers mean Stiles? Their exact meanings.”

“Yellow means, hopelessly in love. Violet means faithfulness and Red means a declaration of love or perfect love.” Stiles says

Lydia smiles, “Has Derek said he loves you?”

Stiles blushes a little, “No not in words.”

Lydia grins, “Then until he says ‘Stiles I love you’ don’t make assumptions. He may not know what the flowers mean.”

Stiles frowns slightly and nods “Got it. Derek doesn’t love me.”

“Hey that’s not what I said, don’t get down.” Lydia pulls him into a hug hoping Derek doesn’t think she is marking him. “Derek is a private guy, he doesn’t show emotion well.”

Stiles raises an eyebrow, “That’s not the guy I know. The Derek I know has a beautiful smile and an enchanting laugh, sparkly green eyes.” Stiles finishes smiling big.

Lydia smiles bright, “He laughed and smiled around you? Until now I am the only one he showed that side to.”

Stiles raises a brow, “But he's leaving town for a few days, I feel like I'm going to scream if I don’t see him.”

Lydia laughs and mumbles, “Yep you’re his mate.”

“What is a mate?” Stiles asks

“Nothing. I said nothing.” Lydia says mentally cursing herself.

“You said ‘yep you’re his mate’. What is a mate Lydia?” Stiles asks

Lydia sighs, “Soul mate, your Derek's soul mate.”

“Wh-why would you say that?” Stiles stutters

Lydia smiles, “Because you’re perfect for Derek. Don’t tell him I said anything. Please.”

Stiles nods, “Yeah I won’t tell him. What are you doing till three?”

Lydia laughs, “He asked you to meet him at three before he goes to New York. I’m not doing much.”

“Why is he going to new York?” Stiles asks

“Shit. I am saying too much. He's going to new York to check on his sister.”

Stiles nods, “Oh he didn’t mention he had a sister. Do you think he would mind if I drove to his place now?”

“I don’t know he might be busy. I wouldn’t.”

Stiles nods, “Well I gotta go meet Scott.”

Lydia hears his heart pick up and knows he's lying. “Okay call if Scott bails on you.”

Stiles laughs, “I will.”