Need

Chapter 1

Hi, so I just re-read this chapter, and it's kinda crappy...but everything in this chapter is necessary, so just push through! It does get better I promise. :)))))))) ok bye hope you like it!

Stiles

I woke up from a much-needed nap to Derek shaking me. "mmmm, what the hell Derek?" I mumbled into my pillow, sleepy, but angry that he woke me. 

"Get up," he demanded. I rolled over onto my back and opened my eyes, the afternoon light hurting my eyes, Derek blocked some of the light though, and I could see his muscled silhouette against the light streaming in. I sat up and realized I was only wearing my underwear, and he raised his eyebrows.

 "Dude, turn around!" I exclaimed, suddenly insecure. I wasn't sure why, but it probably had something to do with the fact that I looked skinny compared to him.  Next to any human, I looked pretty normal, maybe a bit skinny, but he was basically a god. Not that I would ever admit it to him. He was still kinda scary to me. I grabbed the first shirt I could find and threw it on, then pulled on a pair of jeans. As I was doing this Derek told me why he was there:

"I was supposed to meet up with Scott, but he never showed. When I went to Scott's house some random person answered, some old man. So I came here because you're his best friend." He explained. An old man? I wondered. If Scott had moved, I would have known, God probably even Derek would know, even though he was off doing something insane most of the time. 

"What did the old man look like?" I asked, out of curiosity. I realized it was unimportant, and we had bigger issues. "Never mind actually it doesn't matter," I told him. "Did you visit Lydia? I think her and Malia are at her house, so maybe Malia knows," I tried not to think of the awkwardness that would come up when I saw Lydia, we just broke up a week ago, and still hadn't talked.

 "No." He said and walked out of the room. 

"So we're just going?" I asked, and Derek just nodded. I sighed and followed him out the door of my apartment.

We jumped into my Jeep after much arguing about which car to take, and I pulled out of my driveway. I turned on the radio and started tapping my hands on the wheel to the song. I had never heard it before, but it had a nice beat. Derek reached up and turned it off. I scowled. "Sourwolf" I muttered under my breath. Derek turned and glared at me. I ignored him, but when he didn't stop glaring after a bit, I started to feel weird. Eventually, he looked away, and soon enough we arrived at Lydia's house, but there was a car I had never seen in her spot. Her car was not there. Still, we got out of the car, and knocked.

A lady who looked like she was about 30 answered. "Hi, how can I help you," she asked, her eyes never leaving Derek. 

"Um," I said, suddenly feeling jealous. Jealous, really Stiles? I couldn't deny I had always been interested in Derek, and there was no way around how attractive he was, but I had never acted on it, Derek had had many girlfriends, and I had never been jealous. Sure I didn't like them much, not that I had ever said anything about. I realized the lady was now looking at me. I pushed past the feeling, knowing it was unimportant.

"Where's Lydia?" I inquired. She looked confused. 

"Who's Lydia?" she asked, her eyes going back to Derek. 

"Uh, redhead, about yea high." I said holding my hand up to about my height. " she would be with another girl, a bit taller, short brown hair. Both are 22" I explained. She pulled her eyes off of Derek.