Well, after the whole suiside hotel fiasco, Stiles and I have been a bit closer. He won't leave me alone for very long, it's sweet.
Right now he is driving me over to Derek's loft because he has to go and do a whole bunch of stuff with Lydia, because she has the crazy ability to seek out the supernatural and find, most of the times, the bodies of there victims.We pull up into the front of Derek's wearhouse.
"Okay, Derek. Yes I don't trust him very much but Isaac is here too. You trust him. You will be safe here" Stiles said getting out of the Jeep, I followed.
"Stiles, you don't have to keep me away from all the dangerous stuff. I don't want to be MIA on the important things"He sighed "yeah I know. I just want you to stay safe, your human"
"Well so are you" I said crossing my arms. He rubbed the back of his neck "yes, I am human. BUT I've been around the supernatural a lot longer then you, and I have my bat" he said. I couldn't help but smile.Stiles opened the door to Derek's loft and he and Isaac were in the living room area on the couch.
"Hello werewolves. We have arrived" Stiles said all dramatic while bowing.
"Really Stiles, really" Derek grumbles while walking over to me and Stiles.I smile slightly and nod at Derek, he returns the gesture. Then I turn to Stiles. "Be careful, don't be stupid" I said. He scoffed and held his hand to his heart to prevent to be hurt. "When have I ever been stupid" I smiled, a real smile I may add and moved in to hug him. I buried my face in his chest. "I just don't want you to get hurt" I mumbled. Stiles kissed the top of my head then we parted from the hug. "I will be back, Derek, Isaac. Keep her safe" Stiles said looking between the boys then leaving out the door, closing it behind him. I turned around to face Isaac and Derek. I knew Isaac pretty well, but Derek, not as much. He was pretty much a stranger. A hot stranger, but a stranger. And a werewolf.
"Well, anyone hungry?" Isaac asked clapping his hands together and walking towards the kitchen.
I was going to politely decline but before I could say anything Derek joined Isaac in the kitchen, they started getting ingredients out. I have no idea what they are making. They pull out apples, sugar, brown sugar and a whole bunch of other stuff.
I walked to the kitchen and took a seat at one of the stools at the counter."Sooooo y/n, you and Stiles?" Isaac started. "Are you guys like a thing? Or what." I shrugged. "No" then I though about it, I wanted to be more with Stiles.
Derek starts peeling some apples on the other side of the counter in front of me. He starts to talk to me. "Wait, I thought Stiles was all crazy for Lydia" he said confused.Lydia, he has a crush on Lydia. When Derek said that my heart sank. I could never compete with her, never in a million years, yes she is pretty much single now because Jackson had to leave for London a few days ago. And a good thing too, Jackson always made me feel a little uncomfortable, he was always hitting on me. On top of that he would harrass Stiles and Scott. But anyway, Lydia, Stiles would never pick me over her, she is absolutely beautiful, with her strawberry blonde hair, her gorgeous body. Everything about Lydia is attractive, and me, me I'm not.
"I Don't Know, maybe" Isaac said shrugging.
"Well anyway, Derek, Isaac, what are you boys even making?" I asked."Apple Crisp, my own family recipe" Derek said.
"Sounds delicious" I stated.
Derek nodded "and that it is, I remember being a little kid and my mom would make it, I absolutley loved it. Haven't made it in a while. Not since the fire" he said somberly. Oh Yeah, his family, they all died an a fire that was started by Allison's aunt. I've seen the damage it did to Derek's house, horrible. The Hale fire."I'm sorry about your family Derek" I said. He looked up at me, his eyes were glossy, he must really miss his family. He's like me, whole family, just gone. Well, except for his uncle, Peter Hale. I've heard about him, not a nice fella.
Derek smiled at me sadly and nodded, wiping his eyes. "Thank you Y/N" he said.
"No problem Derek, and if you ever talk, I am always open. I know how you feel, my whole family is gone too, except for my mom, but she is a lot like your uncle, Peter, a sociopathic killer" I said the last bit as a light joke, Derek scoffed a laugh. "I'll keep that in mind, your friends must love you""And that we do" Isaac said shoving sliced pieces of apple covered in cinnamon and sugar in his mouth.
"Derek" I started "Consider yourself one of my friends too. I know I do"
Derek's eyes widened a little "really?"
"Yes, of course, you look like you could use a few friends, everyone needs them. Well not NEEDS them, but you know what I mean"
"Thank you" He said, and I smiled at him. "You're Welcome" Derek Is different, he has had lots of traumatic experiences in his past. So have I. And I know Stiles had, but not as bad as Derek. Wait, no, I'm not seriously being attracted to Derek Hale am I? No. I like Stiles Stilinski. Well, I meaaaaannnn I like Stiles for his kind heart and his awesome personality, and his looks are just extra. But Derek, he acts all rude and brooding to keep people at bay, I know because I used to do the same thing.
But honestly, it's not like Stiles feels the same way I feel about him, its impossible. Stiles is obsessed with Lydia.
So maybe it wouldn't be so bad to maybe, just maybe, have something with Derek. I mean, it couldn't hurt right. Wait what am I talking about? Derek is like, oh wait, he is only a couple of years older then me. But he is out of high school. And I'm still in high school. It wouldn't really even be legal.I need to stop thinking about Derek like this. But he is so attractive, he is drop dead fucking HOT. No no no no no, y/n stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Oh shit, what am I going to do?
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FanfictionI moved to Beacon Hills after a tragic accident that happened in my family. Little did I know more Tragic and scarring things were going to happen. Then I met them, Scott, Allison, Lydia and the rest of the crew, along with this other boy. Stiles. A...