Case Closed

2. Company

W/N I am SO sorry I haven't been here in forever but I lost the original writing so I have to wing it. On the other hand I had enough time to fall in love with a new YouTuber named Paint. Love you all, you beautiful people.

(Derek's POV)

        I hear a few loud thumps at the door, I groan in response. Next comes a few loud footsteps and I noticed Stiles, Scott and...Isaac.

        "Hey," Scott approaches.

        "What do you want?" I mumble,

        "And what are those two doing here? Not that I'm upset," I chuckle at the politeness of that sentence. But then again, I don't want to lose the only friends I have. Although, Stiles is probably scared silly of me, still. I can't seriously still be thinking of Stiles. Isaac is here and I'm thinking of damn Stiles. But maybe that's a good thing, maybe.

        "Me and Scott are here because we thought we need to talk to you and Stiles, plus France got lonely and crazy confusing." Isaac says in a voice that makes it seem obvious. Typical Isaac. He's either making you feel stupid, bad, or both. But it is so nice to have him here anyway. It's so nice to have them all here. I couldn't hide from my friends. They were alive plus, Scott is notorious for hunting down his problems. And right now I'm one of his problems.

        "Might as well make... yourselves-What are. You. Doing." I falter as Isaac peers in my fridge.

        "Hmm? Oh, I'm starving." Isaac says as Scott hisses his name. I roll my eyes at Isaac's  manners or lack there of, but I smile at how similar they are to my own. 

        "Can I have some... of- whatever the hell this is?" Isaac asks as he looks inside the takeout container.

        "No, I'll order us all a pizza." I offer.

        "I don't want any but thanks for the offer." Stiles speaks up, although I shouldn't say speak up he just spoke. Or whispered.

        "Bull crap, we all know you haven't had a bite to eat since...How's a supreme sound?" I quickly change the subject.

        "Um, yeah that sounds great thank you," Scott says.

        "Yes!" Isaac moans violently.

        "Yep," Stiles says, a little louder than before. I pull out my phone and dial the number for the closest delivering pizza company. Can't have any accidents now, can we?

        After ten minutes the delivery guy finally shows up. Thank god, I was worried Isaac was going to eat someone's face off. And Stiles face looked the most appealing, wait! what? I so didn't say that. No, Isaac would obviously go for me, we did have a past fling. But we were pure aggression and frustration, no real love. At least not in that way. We dig into the pizza as we discuss what to do now. After a while of trying to find closure I thought of something. 

        "Hey, why don't we try like a one on one closure, y'know like victim to victim." I mumbled through my pizza.

         "Mmh, I don't know. You aren't exactly the...ehem, best at these sort of situations." Scott emphasizes every word, as if I can't take a hint.

         "Yeah, you're kind of shit in any situation," Isaac said with a wink. I rolled my eyes but smirked anyways.

        "And we all know you are just great at this, right?" I joke, forcing a smile so I look a little more...friendly?

         "C'mon, I'm not gonna hurt Stiles. I promise." I pout.

        "Hey guys, maybe he has been so mentally scarred that it's changed him!" Stiles suggest. 

        "You have a point there okay have fun kiddos!" Isaac says cheerfully.

        "Oh and Derek, call me when your done we need to talk." Isaac growls. He knows, how the hell does he know.

        "Okay, I guess you'll be alright but call me if something happens, got it?" Scott orders.

        "Got it," me and Stiles say at the same time. With that, Isaac and Scott leave. Finally.