Always Here // Tw×Tvd (Stamon)

Always Here

The both of them set on Stiles's bed quietly and definitely not uncomfortable either as the movie credits began to roll. Stiles seemed to be on the thought of something deeply, he wasn't good at making it not so obvious either, but Lydia could tell. She knew he wasn't watching the movie and couldn't blame him the teenager for it, because they knew it by heart. It was their movie; she knew it wasn't because he didn't want to watch it, he picked it out himself. She was more worried about him; sorta knowing what was messing with he too. His came in sluggish into his room, for months he seemed to be one the verge of another breakdown or just tears at everything he done, everyone was highly concerned because he just wasn't.. him.

"When did it happen?" Lydia shyly asked looking at him sitting on his bed, she smiled at her best friend nicely trying to not intrude his train of thought but that ended quickly when his head shot up like lighting to look at her highly confused. "When did what happen?" Stiles questioned back, what was Lydia talking about? Did something happen he doesn't know about? Did he do something? Is everything oka—.

"When you realized you fell in love with him?" She stated as if it was obvious, her smile became on as if she was Cheshire cat from Alice and Wonderland kind-of-grin, she loves love. Honestly who doesn't? This was definitely something she could talk about forever. As much of a bad friend she was, she enjoys a tragic love story too, one that made her feel as if one day she could've gotten to be in that position, one with a happier ending than Stiles though.

Stiles hid his relationship away from everyone because of the simple fact, the pack had enough on their hands. How could he had broken it to them? He wasn't going to just get up an say ' hey by the way I'm gay and inlove with a supernatural creature, no problems! ' He was also scared, the fact that they would reject him, it was bad enough he was that one weird kid in the group, though when Stiles was with him , he felt safe. Like nothing would ever break them, it felt unreal. As if everything in this fucked up world of theirs could crumble and he wouldn't blink for a second. Damon made him feel alive, more of a human than he felt in his whole entire human existence. But he's gone, Stiles blinked, and he has been blinking for six months and felt as if a majority of himself died—more then it did when his mother passed.

God, it felt like yesterday too, six months was one hundred and eighty two days. And if felt like yesterday was playing on repeat in his head. It all started because Damon was helping his brother Stefan an a witch named Bonnie Bennet, the deal was to destroy the other side where supernatural spirits were so they could be free and also stop coming back. Only issue was they got trapped on the 'other side' too which ended up falling apart. Causing Damon to die in there with Bonnie. Stiles remembers the day so clearly he wished he didn't, he wished with everything he loved and owned he didn't because his heart keeps feeling like it is breaking again and again. It all started on that damn day, the damn day when he was at the pack meeting in his house to decide what do to about the Alpha Pack.

Six Months Ago

Stefan came knocking on Stiles door before walking into the living where everyone was at. He didn't mean to interrupt the meeting that was being held—or kill the happy vibe that was in the air. But he had to be the bringer bad news. Even though the pack didn't know him, he didn't care. Stiles was all he needed to see and he couldn't begin to explain how long he stayed up all day an night trying to think of ways to break the news as softly as he could to the fragile heart of Stiles, they were so similar meaning he knew losing a person to them both caused what felt like living hell. He tried to figure out an easier way, he really truly did, but there isn't one.

Stiles questioned Stefan sudden appearance to his house; while Stefan was looking everywhere other Stiles's himself. He inhaled sharply before deciding he had to do it before he choked himself up too. "He didn't make it back Stiles; he didn't make it back." Stefan muttered as loud as he could force himself,  for Stiles to hear but as low as a whisperer. His green eyes teared but he directed them to blink away. Waiting for a reaction, anything. It was like Stiles whole world frozen over with a thick layer of cold ice, he thought maybe it was some sick joke Damon was pulling to have Stefan show up. Something as a 'just kidding!' Before popping out from behind the door. Damon would do that..right?