DEREK/STILES AND DYLAN/TYLER H POST!
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When Derek came back, Stiles didn’t say anything. He wanted to talk, try and get his mind off the fact that he was dead and at some point he was going to be completely gone, but knowing Derek didn’t trust him kept him from speaking. His hands were shaking in his lap where they were clenching the fabric of Derek’s jeans, and he was so so angry, but he pinched his lips shut and kept quiet. The worst part of it is that he doesn’t even know why he’s so angry. It’s just there bubbling under his skin, threatening to spill over if he thinks about things too hard, thinks about dying.
“We’re going to see Scott after school gets out since he was the last person to see you before you died,” Derek eventually said. Stiles noticed he looked concerned about something, worrying his lip while he drove, but he didn’t care. If Stiles was supposed to care Derek shouldn’t have left him out, and he was missing out because Stiles was great at caring.
Especially when it took his mind off the fact that he was dying. Dead. One and the same.
“No,” Stiles grit out. He was afraid to see Scott.
It felt a lot like he was in a waiting room at the dentist’s office. He was on time for his appointment so he figured it would only be a few minutes wait, so he didn’t see the point in sitting down. He’d be sitting down getting his teeth worked on soon enough anyway. But then ten, fifteen minutes pass and he still hadn’t sat down. At that point it would be stupid to sit down because as soon as he did, he’d be called. And he wasn’t going to do that to Scott. He wasn’t going to tell Scott that he wasn’t as dead as he thought, sit down, only to die right after. He would rather die first before Scott ever found out, that way it would hurt less and Stiles wouldn’t have to see his friend’s face.
“What do you mean, no. Stiles this isn’t a discussion.”
“I mean no. We’re not seeing Scott.”
Derek snorted and his hands tightened on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white with the pressure. Stiles wished he dented the steering wheel so he’d be able to laugh at something, even if it was at the expense of Derek’s car.
“Fine. But we’re seeing him tomorrow.”
Stiles didn’t answer. He refused to. Instead he turned towards the window and angled himself so he couldn’t see Derek at all in the reflection. Come tomorrow he would argue meeting with Scott again, but he’d won this battle and he was going to bask in the glory for a bit.
He was scared to feel that if anything, the rage itching under his skin had only gotten worse.
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I'll try, but I'm afraid it probably won't happen 'til after sunday some time so don't hold your breath. /: Band camp is sort of eating my everything.
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<3 So perfect.
He was scared to feel that if anything, the rage itching under his skin had only gotten worse.
It feels like ominous music should be playing.
Hope you can continue this, in all of its amazing glory. <3
- OP
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