How You See Me...

Stiles is Stunning

Stiles POV

I was impatient hoping I would get a text, call or email last night. Derek never did and I could tell you I wasn't disappointed but that would be a lie. I sigh as I get up and start to go through the morning routines. Shower, dress, and breakfast. I chose to make me and Dad some scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. Like clockwork as soon as breakfast is done my dad shows up. His hair is still a mess and eyes still full of sleep.

"Mornin." He says reaching for the coffee I bring to the table.

"Hey dad, did you have a rough night?" I ask.

"It wasn't too bad, it's just hard to get use to these night shifts. I'll be glad when Jordan comes back from vacation." He says shoving bacon in his mouth.

Jordan was a family friend and my dad's right-hand man. He was a big help to my dad and usually he did the night shift but they would coordinate with each other so they both could do things besides just be at the station 24/7.

"Thanks for the breakfast, Stiles. How are you doing?" He asks.

"I am good dad. Just been working and getting ready for my online classes after the summer." I say.

I know what I want to do, but it's going to take a lot of work. I want to be an FBI agent. In the fall I begin my criminal justice program. I've been trying to work out more and be in top physical shape. I usually run 5 miles in the mornings but I like to take the weekends off. I only work at the auto parts store part time so I can have time to study.

"Stiles, I know you have a lot on your plate, but can you please find time to have some fun." His dad says pointing at him.

"Dadddddddd...I read my comics; I have fun." I say.

"Hmmmm....you know what I mean. I want you to enjoy your summer before you have to be a school zombie." He says ruffling my hair.

"I know dad." I say smiling at him.

I start to clean the kitchen as my dad goes to shower and probably take another nap.

I allow myself a peak at my phone and I am surprised to have a new message from an unrecognized number.

Derek POV

Saturday morning was a rest day for me. I usually worked at the auto parts store Monday thru Friday. Sometimes I went everyday sometimes I only went once or twice a week. I was lucky in that respect; I could choose how involved I wanted to be on the business front.

I sat at the bar in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee.

I contemplated sending Stiles a text. I am not sure why I felt so nervous. It's like every step closer to knowing this man left me tense.

I finished my cup of coffee and then I decided I would text Stiles.

D: Hey, so you like my poem. That's cool.

I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just left it there, deciding to go for a run.

Stiles POV

I read the message from Derek.

"Wow, he sure is a conversationalist." I thought. I need a reason to meet up with him. I was grasping at straws but I really was fascinated by Derek. I wanted to know him.

S: Do you like parks?

I mean my dad did say have some fun.

Derek POV

I heard my phone ding as I was taking a break from my run.

S: Do you like parks?

I laugh considering I was currently at the park.

D: Yeah, I mean I'm currently at the park. Lol.

S: Sweet. I know it is kind of forward of me but would you like to meet up and just hang out?

I stopped moving. I fidgeted with my phone not knowing how to answer. He must have sensed my hesitation.

S: We don't have to meet if you don't want to.

I am standing there, stupidly staring at my phone. It's nothing right, just two acquaintances meeting at a public place. I sigh. My inner wolf panting impatiently.

D: Meeting sounds cool. I'm at Beacon Hill Park. Do you know it?

I hit send with a lump in my throat. Holding my breath.

S: Yeah, I know it. Be there is 10 mins. Look for the blue jeep.

Stiles POV

I'm excited! I'll finally get to have an actually conversation with Derek. I throw on my red hoodie and tell my dad I'm going to the park. Funny how that park was the one I usually went to when I wanted a change of scenery for running. I hop in my blue jeep and I am on my way.

Derek POV

I'm sitting on a park bench biting my nails. Glancing around every few minutes looking for the blue jeep. Just when I feel like it's been too long, there he is. I see Stiles climbing out of his jeep, looking stunning in literally the most generic clothes ever but he still pulls it off. He's walking toward me. I'm trying to breath normal, but my breath keeps catching in my throat. My palms are sweaty. Fuck, how am I going to even talk to him? Is this normal? Am I going to have a panic attack? I cannot focus. He reaches me, his smile fading.

"Derek, are you ok?" He asks concern in his voice.

I try to say I am fine but no words come out. What is happening?

I'm having an anxiety attack.