Home- Choir Vandals
Title: Choir Vandals
Length: ~500 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta'd- like a boss
Summary: Stiles had always planned on taking his guitar, leaving home, and never looking back, but he never made it very far, and though he's done a pretty good job at forgetting the past, seeing Derek Hale again brings up all kinds of abandoned feelings.
A/N: Hooray! We're halfway there folks! I'm so very happy with the way that this is going and I sincerely hope that y'all are too. ^^ This is the shortest chapter that I've written, but to be fair the song is only about eight lines long. :P That's totally where I'm gonna placed the blame and not with myself since I am apparently incapable of writing anything minutely long. Anyways!!! Please R&R and keep listening before/after/during reading. Also- I would have posted sooner, but my internet is the bane of my existence so... :P
color:black">Derek would be lying if he didn't admit that seeing Stiles again was painful in a way he'd never experienced before.
color:black">Instantly all these memories came flooding back that he'd thought he'd forgotten- the two of them racing to the nearest ice cream parlor on their bikes, streamers whipping about on the handles, or staying in on a Friday night to watch Roman Scandals, curled up on the couch.
color:black">It went so much better than he could have hoped for, the two of them quite nearly falling right back into the old rhythms, but there was so much that was different at the same time.
color:black">Derek stands in the shower, letting the heated water try and pound out the ache in his shoulders that has nothing to do with actual physical exertion, for nearly an hour when he gets home.
color:black">Stiles had changed so much, and at the same time not at all, and it drives him crazy to know that he missed all of it. He could've been right there beside him all these years, watching as the boy slowly grew into the young man he saw before him tonight.
color:black">He was no longer so awkward having grown into his limbs, and perhaps gaining more of a confidence in himself than he had had before. He dressed differently- clothes working with the shape of his body instead of against it- and the way he held himself professed that he knew just how good he looked. His voice didn't crack anymore when his words ran away with him in excitement and his vocabulary was peppered with new phrases and methods of expression.
color:black">But his eyes were as gentle and telling as ever, the dusky sweep of his lashes keeping them doe-eyed and soft. There was still than hint of nervous energy in the way that they flitted about, and Derek still found himself lost and lethargic in their depths. He still talked with his whole body, nearly tipping over the bar stool beneath him several times during their talk.
color:black">The thing that hurt most was the way that he still looked at him.
color:black">Somehow, it hadn't managed to change after everything that had happened. He could see it in the way his mouth still hung open a bit, the way his brows knit together and lifted at their juncture, the way his eyelids fluttered nearly closed.
color:black">Even though Derek marked up their history, burnt out the candles on their relationship, brought everything crumbling down, Stiles still looked at him as though he were the hero, as though he were gracing the other boy with his presence.
color:black">But he felt like he was being given something he didn't deserve, like having Stiles walk back into his life was a gift that he had not yet earned.
color:black">The truth was, all Derek wanted was just to be someone that Stiles knew.
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