How You See Me...

The Problem and The Solution

Derek POV

Stiles and I have been taking it slow. If I get over emotional or overly excited, I have a hard time controlling my wolf side. It seems to be harder to control now that Stiles and I are together.

It's really bothering me because every time we get close to each other I start to wolf out. It's been so bad lately that we literally have to sit on separate sides of the room.

I am frustrated, my fist comes down on the table breaking it in two.

"Jesus, Der. You scared the shit out of me." Stiles yells.

"Sorry." I growl.

Stiles POV

Derek and I are finally together and I am so happy, but I do not know what is going on with my sour wolf. Ever since that night that we had our fun he's been wolfing out anytime he's close to me. It's starting to make me self-conscious. Like am I the reason or is something wrong with Derek, he's told me that this has never happened to him before. It's really putting Derek in a shit mood. I just want to help him but I have no idea what to do. He's staring at me, he's so frustrated. It's been a week and I just don't know how long we can keep this up. We really need to find a solution.

I do not want to talk to Peter about this but he is the oldest wolf I know and I know if it's up to Derek we will be this way for months.

I send Peter a text.

S: Hey Pete! Do you have time to do lunch today?

P: Yeah, I suppose. Got something on your mind?

S: Can I tell you when we meet.

P: Yeah. Can you meet at Winchester's bar at 1?

S: Yeah, see you there.

So, I don't want to tell Derek just yet because I feel like this would put him into a worse bad mood. I tell him I am going to meet Peter for lunch so I can talk to him about my dad's birthday present. Which in my defense is not a lie, it's just not the full truth.

I see Derek's pained expression saying I can't even kiss you and now you are leaving me.

"I know babe. I'll be back soon." I say patting him on the head.

It pains me to leave Derek in such a state, but I am praying Peter knows what's going on.

I make it to the bar and I see Peter's car already parked.

I walk into the dimly lit bar; it smells like cinnamon and cigarette smoke. I see Peter at a small table towards the back. He has already ordered me a coke.

"Thanks, Pete." I say sipping my soda.

"Stiles you know I hate when you call me that." He growls.

"Ha-ha. Exactly why I call you that, Pete." I say amused.

"You are incorrigible. What do you even want?" Peter says annoyed.

"So, Derek and I have a problem and I kind of need your help." I say.

"Hmmm...I am listening as long for the time being you call me Peter." He says smiling.

Peter always gets his way.

"You are so stupid, but ok." I say as I take another sip of soda.

The waiter comes by to take our order. I order a double cheeseburger with tater tots. Peter orders a steak, rare, with broccoli.

He's so dramatic.

He sips his water and gestures me to continue.

"So, the problem. Ever since we've been actually dating, he's been wolfing out whenever he gets close to me." I say.