lonley love.

in need for fresh air.

Stiles had awoken from his nightmare of the threatening thought of Peter Hale slashing this throat out with a fist full of savage claws. As his eyes darted open he wiped his moist forehead and looked down to see his fingers covered in sweat. He sat up and ruffled his fingers through his greasy hair while panting heavily, heart pounding against his chest as he tried to calm down. He noticed it wasn't as serious like yesterday: no panick attacks and no derek giving him awkward back rubs and counting to sooth him down, remembering those big warm hands heating up his pale, cold skin in terror. Stiles sighed softly and turned to the edge of his bed, both feet flopping to the wooden floor in defeat of trying to stay in control of night terrors. This had happened for five months now, since the day he had moved in with Derek. Stiles didn't pasifically know why Peter wanted to murder him for all Derek would do is scowl at him in no response when he asked, but the grumpy sour wolf had convinced his father he had to be under his protection. This was uncomfortable for the teenager but had to put up with it, he couldn't go home until Peter was declared dead. No school, no walks alone, he had to be in the same room as Derek. Sadly Scott, Lydia, Allison or anyone else available wasn't "good enough fighters" to protect a useless human like himself from Derek's uncle. Derek was being weirdly overprotective and serious about this. The tired boy, who had three hours sleep, sloppily moved across his new bedroom and collected some clothes, putting them on and not bothered to shower. He was too tired to stand for half an hour, washing his body. He luckily made it downstairs to the sofa of the shallow, creaky mansion he stayed at as one scowling sour wolf was glancing over at him in the kitchen, already awake. Stiles looked back and blushed in embarrassment of his appearance being so ugly looking this morning. He really needed a shower. "Morning." He muttered to Derek, being polite. He didn't answer. He just carried on creating breakfast for him and Stiles. Around half an hour later, they both sat at the table opposite each other as they silently ate their first meal of the day, chewing as both of their minds were racing in wonder to how to start a conversation. Derek had just gave up and decided to stay quiet before Stiles spoke out, "I'm goin' for a walk in the woods in ten. I'll stay close to the house so don't worry, man." Derek looked up at Stiles who was quickly eating his eggs, studying his heart beat to see if he was lying. He was. He's going to be far away in those woods, pathetic. "Alright." Derek gave in and began to think to himself. the teen hasn't gone anywhere without me awkwardly following him for the past five months. Maybe it'll be good if we both get some space. He wasn't sure if his agreement was a good idea, gulping a sausage heavily while Stiles stood up and took his empty plate into the kitchen, Derek following behind with his plate half eaten. He wasn't that hungry. Stiles happily skipped to the door for it felt like forever since he had gotten some alone time, until he was stopped with a hand slamming against the door frame of his freedom. Of course, Derek. "What?" Stiles spat out with his shoulders leant forward into a slouch, preparing for a speech of mothering off of Derek. 'Don't climb any trees incase you get hurt!! Come back home in exactly an hour! Don't let me down!'.

"Loosen up a bit, okay? You deserve it." Derek gently said with a pat on the back for Stiles and walked passed him, walking upstairs to his room. Stiles blinks and watches the alpha leave, confused on why it seemed like he cared. Stiles shrugged it off anyway and opened the door, a spring in his step as he shut it behind him.