A Christmas Story

Facing the Truth

Lydia POV:

At the end of the day we all gathered at my house.

My mother served us with some hot chocolate and cookies.

I was glad she didn’t ask any questions, especially with Peter Hale here.

“Okay, here you go Peter.”

He rolled his eyes but took the little piece of paper. Once he opened it he groaned.

“Really? Who’s idea was this?” He asked annoyed.

“All of ours.” I told him. “You have to join.”

“It’s a way for all of us to bond.” Scott added.

He rolled his eyes once more and placed the paper in his coat.

“So, I was thinking we could totally fix up the loft. Making it look more like a home.” I started.

“Yeah, definatly. That place looks all glumy.”

“Maybe we could even turn on some scented candles.”

Allison and Erica added.

We all nodded.

“We should get a tree.” Ethan said.

We all agreed on going out and buying Christmas decorations.

I handed each a list of the things to buy to the guys.

“What? We’re buying all the dinner essentials, you guys can take care of that.” I told Jackson as he stared at me.

“Fine.” He replied annoyed.

“I can only imagine the look on Dereks face if he saw what we are going to do to the loft.” Isaac said happily.

I saw Stiles flinch at Dereks name.

I knew he had been depressed. But then he just went with it.

“Not that sour wolf could do much from us interfering. Right Zombie wolf?” He said laughing and nudging at Peter.

Peter just rolled his eyes, and let Stiles keep poking at him.

“Right, Stiles.” He simply said.

We all went our separate ways and decided on meeting up at the loft after we bought everything.

We were already behind schedule as it was, with Christmas practically being only a week away.

*

Erica POV:

“We need to contact Derek somehow.” I told Lydia and Allison.

“Why? Stiles is doing so much better. Why hurt him?” Allison answered first.

“Because, I know he’s still depressed. I can sense it in him. He’s just hiding his feelings, and I know that’s not healthy. Haven’t you seen how much weight his lost these few weeks.”

“Yeah, but he’s actually gained some muscle.” Lydia answered.

“That’s not the point. He needs Derek.”

“No, he doesn’t. He’ll be fine.” Lydia said more coldly. “Look, I know there was something going on between them, but if they didn’t want to face it, then, it was on them. There’s really nothing we can do. Derek left, and that’s it.”

“But if I’m able to talk to him, tell him how Stiles is, he might come back.”

“But for how long? And then we’re stuck with Stiles becoming more depressed if Derek leaves again. He’s barely coming out of it. I’m with Lydia on this.”