Derek’s P.O.V.
I realized the voice was Stiles and kept staring out the window.
“What do you want,” I asked almost emotionless.
He stepped forward, “I just wanted to see if you were okay. I heard that you’ve been a little more- “he paused for a second “What I’m trying to say is that…….. I just wanted to see if you need someone to talk to.”
I was taken aback for a second, and then I remembered Peter’s words. They were so screwed into my mind that I couldn’t ignore them anymore. Stiles? Was it really him that Peter was talking about? No, this is probably just a coincidence.
I started making an excuse “I’m fine, I’m just a little-,” Then I paused.
I had absolutely no idea what to say. I’m not fine, I’m lonely. But even if told him he wouldn’t care. Or would he? He came all the way over here to check up on me.
“You know…… you can talk to me. I really do wanna listen,” he said stepping forward again
I didn’t respond I just couldn’t find the right words. I didn’t want to say how I was honestly feeling; I just didn’t want to look weak.
“You wanna know the truth, the reason why I’m here,” He said advancing a few more steps, “I’m lonely…… okay……. I’m lonely because Scott and everyone else are always out doing some werewolf or-or supernatural thing that I can’t be a part of because I’d only get in the way. I miss my best friend Derek…….okay I’m lonely, and even though you put on that silent tough guy act, I’m not buyin it,” he took a few more steps until he was behind the chair. “You’re lonely too! I can feel it, and you might think that no one understands you. But someone is right here trying to talk to you and you won’t even open up just a little bit!” he came around and I tilted my head down so that our eyes couldn’t make contact now. But he came squatted down to be in line with my head.
“Please, just let me in,” he asked softly. In that moment, I knew that Stiles was who Peter was talking about. It was because we were going through the same thing. Maybe it isn’t in the same way, but it made me feel like I could open up to him.
“Fine,” I said getting to my feet, “let’s go.”
He was stunned for a second, “What?”
“We’re leaving come on,” I responded grabbing my jacket and walking towards the door.
“Where are we going,” he asked confused and stood still. So I kept walking towards the door until he ran to catch up with me.
Stile’s P.O.V.
He kept looking out the window
“What do you want,” he asked as though he really didn’t care.
I stepped forward, “I just wanted to see if you were okay. I heard that you’ve been a little more-“ a little more anti-social than usual, I can’t say that! I took a deep breath, “What I’m trying to say is that…….. I just wanted to see if you need someone to talk to?”
He didn’t respond for a minute and just when I thought he wasn’t going to talk he said, “I’m fine, I’m just a little-,” Then paused again.
He was having a tough time opening up to me, and I understood that. I mean, if my whole family was murdered in a fire my ex-girlfriend set then I’d have a hard time opening up to anyone too. But despite that, I reassured him, “You know…… you can talk to me. I really do wanna listen,”
I stepped forward again and waited for a response which never came. Jeez this is gonna be harder than I thought.
“You wanna know the truth, the reason why I’m here,” I asked knowing I wasn’t going to get an answer again. Fine I’ll tell you anyway I thought as I took a few more steps forward, “I’m lonely…… okay…….I’m lonely because Scott and everyone else are always out doing some werewolf or-or supernatural thing that I can’t be a part of because I’d only get in the way. I miss my best friend Derek…….okay I’m lonely, and even though you put on that silent tough guy act, I’m not buyin it,” I felt all of my feelings of loneliness flood into me and it made me almost shout at him. “You’re lonely too! I can feel it, and you might think that no one understands you. But someone is right here trying to talk to you and you won’t even open up just a little bit!”
I went around his chair and squatted to meet his head. He was looking down trying not to make eye contact with me. I took a deep breath “Please, just let me in,” I asked softly.
“Fine,” he finally responded getting up.
It didn’t register with my brain for a second, I didn’t know what he meant when he said that, and all I could manage to say was, “what?”
He grabbed his coat and said “We’re leaving come on.”
I stood up, “Where are we going?”
He didn’t respond so I figured that I shouldn’t ask anymore questions. I just ran to catch up to him.
