Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Eight: Lunatic

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Eight: Lunatic

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see?"

"I really shouldn't be here. My mom is on a constant state of freak out because of what happened last night at the school."

"Well your mom isn't the Sheriff. There's no comparison, trust me."

"Will you at least tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes." Stiles kept a steady pace on the rocky ground, walking ahead of a sulking Scott so he could hide his hand for just a little while longer. "When you're best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped." Scott cut in sharply, his glare burning the back of Stiles' neck. "We're taking a break."

"Alright, well." Stiles conceded. "When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that their taking a break," Stiles turned around to face Scott, holding the hand he had wrapped around the neck of a bottle of Jack Daniel's up so that his friend had a clear view. "You get your best friend drunk."

The thought had been a good one at first. When they started in on the bottle, they started to talk. Not unusual really, drunken people love to let emotional inhibitions go. Stiles just hadn't expected this.

"Dude…she's just one. One girl. But I know it man, she's my girl. She's the woman I love."

Stiles watched as Scott laid back on the rocky ground, eyes staring up at the almost-full moon. He'd done his own fair bit of drinking tonight, but getting drunk just wasn't happening. Wolf's high metabolism breaks down the alcohol before it affects the brain looks like I'm never getting drunk again.

"There are more fish in the sea Scott." Stiles said with a slight smile. He heard Scott attempt to growl, only to end up gurgling.

"You have…you have like no right to say that. How long have you been in love with…the girl with red hair?" Scott stumbled through the sentence, but the topic made Stiles stiffen. That's right. Lydia Martin.

"Strawberry blond actually." Stiles rattled it off like a mathematician would correct a kindergartener's addition chart. "Green eyes, five foot three." None of that actually mattered to him now though. Even as he stated the facts he'd memorized by heart so long ago, the only thing he could think about was the feel of soft but slightly chapped lips against his own as a bit of stubble rubbed against his face. Derek filled his mind so completely that the only other thing there, was the guilt over Scott and Allison's 'break'.

"Yeah. Lydia right? You liked her since preschool! Allison though, she's more than a like. She's a love man. She's my soul mate, I know it. We're going to be together in the end, you'll see man."

Stiles nodded, thinking about the way it felt to be around Derek. When he'd heard Scott use the word 'mate' the image of a smiling Derek popped into his mind so suddenly it started him. Mate. Soul mate. Do wolves mate for life? Is it like Twilight or those stupid romantic werewolf books, does every wolf have one mate for their whole existence? He didn't know. And to be honest he didn't care. Fate could do what it wanted because Stiles was prepared to do just the same.

"I'm gonna get her back man. I know I'm going to. Because me and her, we belong together. We're meant to be. She's my Zing, my it, my one and only. She's the love of my life dude."

Stiles only nodded. His mind was enthralled in misty green eyes. He had kissed Derek last night and Derek had kissed him back. That in itself had to mean everything. On top of the words that Derek had spoken as he left: "We are going to talk about this." Stiles sure hoped so. He hadn't had the chance to see Derek since the night before. His dad had kept the leash tight until tonight when he managed to sneak away with a bottle of Jack, and he'd headed straight for Scott's, not the Hale Mansion.