The Vow

8

(Stiles)

I left Derek in the burnt mansion, I don't even know why I went there in the first place. For some reason I felt safe there even though I was attacked. I'm confused with myself. If I want to make my own life decisions, I can't because stupid grown up me already has it planned out except grown up me is me. Does that make sense? Stupid adult stuff!

I blanked out for who knows how long until I stopped at a grave that read 'Claudia Stilinski'. I sighed and sat in front of the stone.

"Hi mom," I said. "So you know how you had to remind me to do things? Well I managed to forget, you know, your average five years. That's normal."

I laughed slightly but it was empty, without joy. There was no answer, obviously, and that's what made my eyes water. I have to know that no matter what she won't answer, I don't even care anymore that she forgot me. I heard a car pull up but ignored it.

"Apparently I have a husband and I'm gay, but I think I'm bi." Big tears fell down my cheek and it was useless to wipe them. " miss you m-mom."

"Hey," a hand went to my shoulder and I recognized the voice as Scotty. "You ok?"

I nodded and wiped the tears. It took me a minute but I pulled myself together and Scott was quiet. He didn't say or ask anything which I was happy for.

Once I looked up and Scott, he sat next to me. "Derek's in the jeep."

I nodded. After looking at my mother for the last time, we walked to the Jeep. I went in the back of the Jeep while Scott and Derek brought us to our house. Scott didn't stay long so I was left with Derek.

"I need to tell you something," Derek said. He sat on the couch and I sat next to him.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"Depends on you," He said. There was a long pause as if he was debating with himself whether to spit it out. "We're mates."