Stiles P.O.V.
We made our way down the stairs and out the building to Derek’s Camaro. I knew that even if I asked a question he wouldn’t answer it, so I just followed him willingly.
We got into the car and drove off. He had his normal expression on (which made him look like he was angry), which made me think that he wasn’t in the mood for any of my questions. So I just focused on what he had said. “Fine”, that was all he responded with. He couldn’t have been a little more informative could he? But at least “fine” meant he was giving me a chance. So the next step is actually doing something, right?.………wait a sec. Where are we going? I think he got the point that I wanted to be friends with him. So that means he’ll probably take us somewhere to hang out. That sounds good but where does big bad Derek even “hang out?” It’s probably some sort of alley or a creepy spot in the woods.
“You okay,” he asked glancing at me.
“Yeah, why do you ask,” I said snapping out of my thoughts
“I don’t know you just haven’t said anything in a while. It’s not like you.”
“Oh……. I’m just thinking about, stuff.”
He looked at me for a second and took a quiet deep breath, “Do you…… wanna talk about it?”
I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. He was actually making an effort with this friend thing. Good, that means I’m making progress. Now, about his question.
“Nah, it’s nothing really,” I responded smiling.
We pulled into the parking lot of a little café.
“We’re here,” He said taking off his seatbelt and getting out of the car.
When I opened the doors I looked around for a second. This is where big bad alpha spends his time.
“Do you come here a lot,” I asked sitting down in a booth.
“No, this actually the first time I’ve been here. I just figured this would be a good place to talk in.”
“Okay, so what do you want to talk about,” I asked
We spent the remainder of the day discussing what had been bothering us. It was really nice to vent to him, but even more fulfilling to hear his story. Apparently, Derek was a softie on the inside. He was just a little damaged emotionally after Kate killed his family and Paige (his first love) died. I felt bad when hearing about it, because not only was it a sad story but because before now I had just thought he was alone by choice. I had never taken the time to understand why he was the way he was. But on a more positive note he seemed like he really enjoyed our conversation.
Derek’s P.O.V.
Stiles was actually very different from what I had imagined him to be. He was very open with everything in his life. His mother died when he was little and he has been friends with Scott for a long time. They had always done things together, but ever since Scott had become a werewolf they didn’t spend as much time together, it made him feel very lonely and from what I gathered…….useless.
“So why haven’t you talk about this with anyone of the others,” He asked curiously.
I thought about it for a moment, “I think it’s because I didn’t think anyone would understand. No one has lost their entire family like that. I didn’t think that anyone would understand where I was coming from.”
“What about Cora or Peter,” he asked
“Cora was too young to really remember it thoroughly and Peter isn’t really the one I’d talk to…….for any reason.”
He laughed but then started playing with his hands and looked up at me, “What did it feel like…. You know when you lost everyone?”
“I couldn’t really feel anything. I mean it’s not that it didn’t feel like it was happening, but just that it felt like I had lost all forms of emotions…….like there was no reason to go on.”
He tilted his head down, “That’s how it felt when I lost my mom. Do you feel guilty…..because you didn’t feel anything?”
I looked at him in astonishment, “Yeah…….all the time.”
The waitress came over," What can I get for you two boys," she asked facing me.
"Can I just get a coffee," I responded and she and stiles stared at me to go on. "What," I asked. She and stiles exchanged glances then he laughed and said, “What kind of coffee?"
I felt slightly embarrassed but brushed it off, “Black” The waitress smiled, “okay honey," then looked me up and down before turning to stiles, “And for you?"
His heartbeat sped up slightly, “Do you have any donuts?" I rolled my eyes and smirked which made him give me a smile.
Stiles's P.O.V.
After we finished, Derek took me to back to his loft.
He undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. As he started walking into the building I was waiting for him to ask if we could do this again. But he was being Derek so I shouted, "Hey," he stopped, "Can we do this again.....sometime?"
He turned around and responded, "Yeah.....sure," before continuing inside.
