Unexpected

Chapter Eleven: Sleepy Head Needs A Break

My birthday is December seventeenth and I'm so excited!!!
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Stiles paced around his living room biting at one of his nails. Scott watched with a frown as his best friend became more and more stressed about his boyfriend. Lydia, kira, Malia, Isaac, and Liam also watched more confused with Stiles's sudden care for Derek.

"Where is he?" Stiles sighed running a hand through his hair.

"He said he was on his way." Kira reassured him.

"That was an hour ago!" Stiles shouted taking in a deep breath.

"Stiles relax." Scott stood up grabbing Stiles's shoulder.

"But what if something happened?" Stiles rubbed his stomach a wave of nausea hitting him.

"I doubt that, maybe he just got pulled over." Lydia suggested shrugging.

Stiles gulped down the vomit threatening to come up. He leaned against the dining room table shutting his eyes. Scott instantly became worried going to Stiles's side with a concerned expression. Stiles waved him away taking in another deep breath he looked at the pack who had been staring at him the entire time.

"I'm going to his loft." Stiles snatched his sweater pulling it over his baggy shirt.

"Stiles, stop just call him." Isaac tried to make him rational.

"No." Stiles grumbled grabbing his keys.

"But what about the meeting? You said you had something to tell us." Liam questioned watching Stiles.

"I can't tell you without Derek." Stiles's jaw set and he walked out of his house and into his jeep.

Scott followed him getting into the passenger seat of the jeep. Stiles started it and pulled out of his driveway not caring that he left all of his friends behind at his house. Scott stood quiet watching Stiles from the side of his eyes making sure his best friend wasn't stressing out too much. Stiles pulled into the road that would take him to Derek's loft in a matter of minutes.

"Maybe he forgot or maybe he's on his way from somewhere far." Scott suggested.

"Scott, I love you but if you don't shut up I will dump your werewolf ass on the street." Stiles scowled his mood swings getting the best of him.

Scott bit his tongue shutting his mouth and looking straight ahead. Stiles's grip on the steering wheel became tighter as they approached the large building. Stiles parked and rushed towards Derek's place, Scott followed closely behind just in case something dangerous lurked around them. Stiles opened the door with the key Derek had given him not too long ago.

The loft was completely silent and Stiles took that as a bad sign and he rushed in checking Derek's room to see it empty. Stiles then went up to stairs to Derek's study knowing that if he wasn't in his room he'd have to be in there. Scott walked into the living room extremely alert. Nothing seemed out of place so he listened to see if there was a fourth heart beat in the room.

"I found him!" Stiles called out and Scott rushed to where he was.

They both looked as Derek who was unconsciously laying on the floor snoring like a bear. Scott sighed in relief along with Stiles who crouched down to his level. Stiles gently shook him and Derek muttered something as he continued to snore.

"I told him to get some sleep but I didn't mean on the floor." Scott let out a soft laugh.

Stiles smiled before shaking Derek again who woke up this time with bloodshot eyes and a quick reaction. He shot up ready to fight when he looked up at who had woke him and he instantly calmed down. He groaned rubbing at his sore back and achy neck.