Revive Me || Stiles Stilinski

One

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," I told Derek, tears in my eyes.

"It's no problem," he said. "I'll leave you to yourself to get settled in. If you need anything at all, I'll be right down stairs."

I tried to say thank you, but I knew that if I spoke, sobs would come out instead so I just smiled at him, grateful for what he was doing.

I unzipped one of the bags and put the clothes in it into the dresser. I put the picture of me and my mom on top of the dresser and finished unpacking the rest of my things before falling on top of the queen sized bed and letting sleep overcome me.

I woke up a couple hours later to an empty house. I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Sitting in the counter was a yellow post it note with black scribbles written across it.

"Went out. Will be back really late. Call if you need anything -Derek" then at the bottom, Derek wrote his number.

I checked the clock- 6:00. I had who knows how long until Derek got back. I decided I needed a shower since it had been a day since my last one. I found the bathroom and a towel and turned on the shower, putting the water on hot. I undressed and got in the shower, letting the warmth of the water relax me a bit. I washed my brown hair and body, shaved my legs and brushed my teeth. Turning off the water, I wrapped the towel around my body. I put on a sweatshirt and shorts before deciding I was hungry.

Derek's fridge, much like his pantry, was filled with foods. From leftovers to waffles to an excessive amount of beer. Too lazy to actually cook, I decided on making a microwaveable pizza. Three bites in, the doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyebrows together, not sure if I should get it or not. I mean obviously it wasn't for me, but I was the only home at the time.

The doorbell rang again, convincing me to answer it. I pulled open the door, revealing a tall, lanky boy. He had dark brown hair swept up, away from his face. His nose was straight but at the bridge it curved up and his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown.

"You're so not Scott," he said, his eyes traveling across my body.

"And you're so not Harry Styles," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Who are you?"

"I'm Stiles," he told me. "I'm a friend of Derek's and Scott's."

"Well, Derek's actually out right now and Scott doesn't live here, so if you don't mind," I said, starting to close the door.

Stiles shoved his foot in between the door and the doorway. "Actually I do," he said, pushing the door open and letting himself in.

"Sure, come on in, boy I just met," I sighed, shutting the door behind me and followed Stiles into the kitchen where he sat at the little bar, across from where I had been sitting earlier. I sat down in front of my pizza, continuing to eat it. He sat there and watched be take a few bites in silence before I said something. "Are you just gonna stare at me?"

"No, I, uh," He chuckled a bit to himself and looked down at his hands that were folded and on top of the table. "I just had a funny thought," His voice trailed off. He looked back up at me, making eye contact. "You never did tell me your name."

"It's Elizabeth," I told him.

"So, Elizabeth," He said, smiling to himself. "How do you know Derek?"

This question made me a little uncomfortable because I didn't really know him and also because I didn't want to explain everything that happened to a complete stranger. I knew that if I did, I would start crying and I wouldn't be able to stop

"We're cousins," I lied.

"Really? You two don't look alike at all," Stiles observed.

"By marriage," I added, desperately wanting to change the subject. "So how do you know Derek?"

"He is my best friend's mentor," He told me.

In response, I smiled weakly. "Well what did you come here for?"

"To talk to Scott," he answered quickly, "but he's obviously isn't here so..."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why did you come here to see Scott?" I asked.

"Because he wasn't home so I figured he had to be here," Stiles explained, "But I guess he isn't."

I shrugged, taking the last bite of my pizza and putting the dirty plate in the dishwasher. "Why do you need to see Scott?" I asked, prying my way into the lives of Mystic Falls' finest.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Stiles retorted.

"Just trying to make conversation," I shrugged nonchalantly.

Stiles sighed and hung his head. "I tell Scott everything since we're best friends," he explained. "And I wanted to complain about the girl I've been in love with since the third grade."

"Well you can vent to me about it, if you'd like," I suggested. "I'm a very good listener."

"That's okay, I'd rather not tell a stranger my problems," Stiles snapped. "Thanks though," he added sarcastically.

"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" I said. "Especially considering I let you in when I don't even know you. For all I know, you could be a serial killer- there's gotta be some level of trust between us." I tempted.

He shook his head, smiling at his hands which were folded neatly and politely on top of the table. "It's just she knows I like her and she usually doesn't even text me back, but then she kissed me," he explained.

"If she kissed you then what's the problem?" I asked, not seeing where Stiles' story was headed.

"She kissed me because I was having a panic attack. After that, Lydia never said anything about it, but it was there, you know, that spark. I felt it," Stiles explained. "Honestly though, I just want to get over her, but I have no clue how. I'm just so in love with her..."

So the girl he was so bent out of shape about was the girl who brought me to this place to begin with huh?

"You're so in love with her? Really?" I asked, cringing at how bad he's got it for this girl. "You're what? Sixteen? Seventeen? Eighteen at most? You'll have plenty more opportunities for love." I told him. "I'm not saying you're incapable of love at this age," I explained, "Im saying that you're going to fall in love again and again, time after time, so why should you waste any more time on this one girl who won't even text you back?!"

Stiles looked at me like he was surprised to hear anyone to tell him to stop whining. "You know, you're really something, Elizabeth," he said, pausing to study me some more. "Something indeed."

a/n: yay another fanfic! this originally started out as a Stefan fan fic, but I really wanted to reach out to other TV shows so I turned it into a stiles one, which I think I like better so yeah plus teen wolf is life so
I hope you liked this and stay tuned for the next chapter
also as a side note if you care the title was inspired by the shatter me trilogy which I just finished and loved and if you like young adult/scoff/dystopian/major character development you should definitely go read it just thought you should know okay bye