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The pack meeting was boring, as usual, his leg kept bouncing, his best friend Scott just stared at Allison the whole time. If Stiles went on a killing rampage, Scott would still probably not notice to be absorbed in what was called love life. But to Stiles that did not ever happen. He had a few flings with Danny but afterward, it was just back to normal life. He used to go to this gay bar, but now he never got the time due to his knowledge of the things that go bump in the night.When someone asked for volunteers, Stiles, the dumb ass, raised his hand thinking, he was choosing the next movie for the next pack night hangout.Peter looked about ready to lunge at Derek who just looked at Stiles confused, Scott apparently thought Stiles volunteering was a good idea, after the pack meeting ended Scott came up to him."Thanks, bro, I'll cover for you next time. Just remember it is only a sound disturbance." Damit!! That is what he had volunteered for. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why does Stiles always have to listen to what Scott says? Deep down he knows it is because he loves the man. In a bro way. So here he was in the middle of a fucking forest at two in the bloody God-dam morning looking for the noise disturbance. Sometimes Stiles loves his life, he gets to hang out with his friends, take his anger out by hitting the ground when he falls. But this is what made him hate it. For fuck's sake, he still had school! He used to wonder what happened in life when you always had something to do, but ever since Peter bit Scott, free time had become a word unheard of, no longer in Stile's vocabulary. Suddenly he was taken out of his train of thought when he tripped over another tree root, these things were out to get him. As he pulled himself up he heard a rustling. He quickly darted up, shinning his flashlight everywhere.This was the exact reason why Stiles did not need to watch horror movies, his life was one constant horror movie that just never seemed to end.The growl that came next shook his bones to the core, the ruby-red eyes seemed to pierce his skin. He seemed frozen to the ground, the wolf lunged at him, but Stiles was still frozen, so when the wolf bit him, Stiles screamed. Why does it always have to be me? It was his last thought before it all went black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Stiles woke up, he tried to move his neck to see where he was, but that movement caused pain to shoot throughout his body. From what Stiles could see, he was on the lawn. As he picked himself off the ground, he realized he was at his house. Confused, he suddenly remembered what happened last night.The shock hit him like a blow to the chest. He reached for his phone, ignoring the shooting pain radiating throughout his face, as he ran into the house. As he called for his father, he noticed a note on the table. When picking it up, he saw that his dad had said he had to go to work early to work on a case. Stiles called Scott but it went straight to voicemail, he tried texting him but there was no response. Stiles started crying, his life seemed to have been right on the edge of getting off a massive cliff and it seemed he just did. Stiles fell to the floor. Tremors wrecked his body, making the pain worsen. Through his blurry eyes, Stiles called Derek, praying to God that he would pick him up.An annoyed voice came out of the speaker. Stiles could have cried in relief but he was too overcome by the relief that "I need you" was all he said before he fell into another fit of tears without any embarrassing thoughts. Stiles did not know how much time had passed until Derek arrived, but when he did, he picked him up, and if leaving his problems behind in the old work down the kitchen, and put him in the car, as Derek drives his hand slowly runs back and forth across his leg.. But it did not really register in his brain. Stiles just wanted to be hugged by his mom, for her to just be alive again, comforting him, whispering funny little stories to make him stop crying, and the thought of that just made him cry even harder.When Stiles looked up again' when he realized that he was in Peters' apartment, but why would Derek be Stiles to Peters apartment and not the loft? Stiles was too put out to think about that though, so he just sat there as if he felt someone petting his hair. He subconsciously fell into the person's embrace, that seemed so warm and inviting. Stiles felt sleep calling him, and he let that consume him.