Need

Chapter 14

So for this chapter, I'm just switching around who's perspective goes first becuse I realized that I don't write as much for the person who goes last, who always ends up being poor Derbear. Lolllll. Anyway yeah, I might do this in other chapters just to make sure both voices are heard. I hope you enjoy....comment with feedback if you want becuse I would love to know what people think. :-* 

Derek

I sat down heavily in the passenger seat of Stiles' jeep, getting ready to raid the warehouse. At first I had thought it was a little trashy, in my opinion, most jeeps are, but it was starting to grow on me. I also remembered why Stiles loved the jeep so damn much.

I was laying awake next to Stiles. I had woken up to a branch scratching the window of the motel we were staying in (We were in Nevada at this point), and thought it was something else. After that, I couldn't fall back into the blissful dreamless sleep that I always entered when I slept next to Stiles. Stiles was curled up close to my bare chest, his smooth back warm against my skin, when he began sleep-talking. This was a tendency of his, but I never mentioned it to him because most of the time it was just mumbles. 

"Is it for me?" He said sleepily, but had a hint of excitement in his voice. I looked over his shoulder at his face, and a peaceful smile was tickling his lips. I smiled at him then looked away. Derek, don't look at him like that. I reminded myself. "It's perfect, it's my favorite color, it's so calming," Stiles added groggily.

"Handed down?" He questioned. "It-it was moms?" His smile faded. He never talked about his mom, but I remember hearing about his mom coming back to life when he was taken by the riders, then leaving when he came back. "Thank you, dad," He said. I was confused about what he was talking about and didn't want to care, but I did. "I think I will name him...Roscoe," He joked. I leaned forward at him and he didn't talk for a while. The jeep was his Mom's? No wonder he loved it so much. He hid so much pain, and I knew how that felt.

I was pulled out of my memories as Stiles jumped into the driver's seat. He looked as worried as before. 

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and pulled out of the lot biting his lip. I slid my hand into his and he didn't look at me but I saw him smile. We followed Cora's car who was being guided by Maliki. After ten minutes of anxious silence, we pulled off to the side of a back road. Maliki got out of the car and lightly closed the door, then pressed a finger to his lips. Stiles pulled out his phone and texted a group chat: "How long is the walk from here?" He asked looking up at Maliki. 

"A minute or two. The second we get there we have to split," He answered. We all nodded.

 "Let's do it!" Jhene texted. Liam smiled at her and we followed Maliki. I could hear Stiles' heartbeat going faster than usual. I looked back at him and he gave me a worried glance and pulled out his phone. He wrote: 

"Guys we r like the Raiders of the Lost Wearhouse! Like from Indiana Jones!" He said trying to release some of his stress into a joke. I rolled my eyes. Only Stiles. I guffawed to myself but I couldn't help but smile. I heard Jhene scoff at his text and I could only imagine the annoyed look on my little sister's face. 

We walked up to a clearing next to the edge of the road and paused. We split off, giving the other groups a quick glance before heading in. Stiles walked up closer to my side and I couldn't help breathe in his scent: Oranges, musk, and worry. Stiles. I slipped my hand into his and Cora snorted from behind us. I flipped her off with my hand behind me and she scoffed. We looked around for any guards, and there were luckily enough none. I went in the back door first and Stiles followed close behind, Cora in the back. I looked around. Still no guards...strange. I tried not to think of it, but I stayed on a higher alert than before, if that was possible.