Not Even Close - Teen Wolf

4

I woke up on Monday morning surrounded by warmth, and the feeling that me and Death had a long and nice conversation, and departed as friends. But that didn't mean I felt any better.

Derek had come back to check on me that Friday, and found me on the roof, so he took me back inside, and covered me over, sleeping on the floor, saying that he wanted to be there for me in case I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted someone to talk to that wasn't family.

I was extremely grateful for his kindness, something he only showed me and told me 'I was a lucky person to receive it'. I always laughed when he told me this.

I had actually spent the whole weekend with the Hale's. Derek had left early that Saturday morning, saying he had business to go do, and I went to go see Peter. After I spent most of the day with him, Derek picked me up, and we spent the rest of Saturday, and all of Sunday, successfully assisting me in avoiding Stiles and Scott on all accounts.

With that in mind, I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom, turning on the shower to it's hottest setting, and allowing it to run while I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror.

I had gotten my mom's look, while my Stiles got most of my dad's. We both got an equal amount of both personalities though, both sharing a passion for sarcasm and sleuthing, while maintaining impeccable grades, and for me, a good social life.

I had waist long dark brown hair, wavy and thick. Tanned skin due to my love of the sun, and hazel eyes. I had curves that, to me at least, resemble hills, and a height that always made me cringe. No wonder Scott had chosen someone else. It wasn't that hard to pass me up on the looks scale.

When the steam from the shower covered up the mirror, I stepped in, and allowed the scalding water to relax and hit my tense muscles. I took as much time as I needed, doing every ritual, cleansing and shaving process I could to stall time, but I knew it couldn't last long.

When the water had the slightest indication of being warm and no longer scalding, I turned off the shower and stepped out into the humid restroom, walking back into my newly cleansed room.

I grabbed my skintight dark jeans, and pulled them on, struggling to get them over my wide hips. If Scott wanted to leave me for another girl, then I was going to show him exactly what he was leaving behind.

I slipped on a button down shirt I had stolen from Derek a while ago, it being dark grey and looked amazing on me if I did say so myself. I needed to know that he was going to be there for me, so to remind myself that a man that I rely on so close in my life hasn't betrayed me, I wore the jewelry he had gotten me from the period of our friendship, which was coincidentally, a matching gold and black watch and necklace set.

I smiled as I set my matte lipstick, grabbing my leather messenger bag and walking out of my room, ignoring Stiles and walking down the stairs, and said bye to my dad, groaning as I walked outside and realized that my jeep was still on empty at the hospital.

I was, however, happily surprised to find it in the driveway. I approached it carefully and opened up the door, finding my keys and a note on the driver's seat.

Sel,

Next time you try and drive your car, make sure it has gas! I don't want to have to pick you up on the side of the road and get arrested for the wrong ideas. :) Not that you look like one, but you know what I mean. Be more careful.

-Der

I smiled as I read the note and folded it, placing it on the visor and turning the car on, giggling when I saw a full tank of gas and little doodles around the meter drawn in Sharpie, in what was unmistakably Derek's handwriting.