Chapter 20: A Little Bit Of Good

Scott POV:

Nobody else seemed to get it; Stiles moving was just wrong. Peter doesn't know what he's talking about; he doesn't even know Stiles. He just likes to mess with me, to get under my skin at any opportunity. Stiles needs to stay; I'm his family. I love him like a brother; he can stay with me and my mom.

I decided to head over to Stiles' place after that horrible meeting where nobody agreed. Isaac followed me, he always follows me, so at least he's with me. He just hasn't been friends long enough with Stiles to understand why he needs to stay here. But if we convince Stiles to stay, then he can become better friends with them, and everything will work out.

As we get to his house, I see a sign on his front step. It reads: FOR SALE . What the hell? I walk over to his front door; he's inside. I can hear his heartbeat.

"Stiles, open the door! I need to talk." I say while banging on the door.

Stiles opens the door, but his face is red and puffy, from crying? I feel bad for him,

"Stiles… bro."

I grab him hugging him. Even if I don't want him to leave, I don't want to see him sad either.

He hugs back,

"Scott? What are you doing here?" He asks, stepping back and wiping his eyes.

"I'm here for you. I don't want you to leave. I want my friend to stay. Don't sell your house, don't leave, don't Stiles please." I beg my best friend.

I pull out the biggest puppy eyes I can. He has to stay. I need him. Beacon Hills needs him.

"Stiles, you need to stay."

Stiles POV:

I sigh, a deep sigh. Scott is laying it on thick. And damn is he good. I want to stay and just chill with Scott and everyone. I don't want to sell my house with all my memories in it. I don't want to go to a place that's not home. But… this isn't home anymore either. Home is where my dad was. But My dad's not here anymore. And so this isn't my home. I don't have one.

I can't stay. No matter how tempting it is to act like both changed, I can't do that. I need to go back. I left so much stuff in Portland, and I left a legacy. I left the answers and some weird keys that my parents left me. I left my new life there, and I plan to live it. I can understand where Scott's coming from, but no, I need to go.

I looked at Scott,

"I can't, Scott. I need to go, I don't want to sometimes, but I need to. I need to get out. I can't stay in Beacon Hills. I need to go somewhere else for a bit. I'll come back; I will dude just, I can't sit here in this empty house. He's not here anymore, bro, my dad's dead. I just can't stay, not for you or anyone." I say already seeing his face not accept my words, well tough; I can be just as stubborn.

"Stiles, you are not even listening to what I said, you can't leave. Where are you going to go? Who is so important, out there, outside of Beacon Hills, that you're leaving your friends and your family for?" Scott says, yelling now.

"Scott, you are the one that's not listening. I can't stay here. No matter what you say, nothing is going to convince me to stay, because I'm already convinced to leave. I don't have any family here; my family is dead. I love you, Scott, like a brother, but I just need some time. If everyone else can accept that and you can't, then I'm sorry, dude, but just go." I said, pushing him outside.

"I'm leaving after the funeral is over. You're more than welcome to come to pay your respects. I wouldn't ban you from the funeral. Just let this go, please. I don't wanna lose my brother too." I said slowly closing the door, I hope in a few years we can laugh about this, but I hope for now he can just let me go.

As I closed the door, I noticed Issac. Was he there the whole time. Oops. I wave bye at least, as I close the door.

Now, time to finish packing my stuff. The storage truck is coming tonight to deliver everything that I'm not taking with me to a storage unit right next to my mothers. At least I can keep all my stuff together, and if I ever do come back to Beacon Hill's, at least I won't have to go furniture shopping. I hear a bit of arguing outside of my front door before I hear Scott's motorcycle speed down the block. He'll come around, definitely not before I leave but eventually.

Anyway, I already told Melissa that I was leaving. She was sad about it but much more chill than Scott. For some reason, he just doesn't get it, but I guess he hasn't lost anyone before, so I think that it is hard to relate to if it's never happened to you.

The day of the Police Funeral:

Stiles POV:

I wasn't going to show up at the funeral, I didn't want all the pity and the sad looks directed my way. I didn't want to hear a bunch of people talk about my father; I didn't want the tragic smiles and the condolences falling from their mouths. I didn't want to be in a giant crowd of people, and I didn't want to see all the people my father had helped, I didn't want to see all the things that would remind me of what he was. I didn't want to see the open casket with my dead father inside. I didn't want to cry in front of all these people. But I came anyway.

I stood towards the back, and only some people saw me. Luckily not many people bothered me with probably the saddest look ever on my face. I was standing there just existing, I was sad, but at the same time, I could barely feel anything. I was so out of it that I didn't even hear the footsteps coming up behind me.

But boy, did I react. I blame the person for not announcing themselves before they decided to touch me. I've never done this before, so I didn't know it was a trigger. But big strong Mr. Alpha Derek Hale decided to tap my shoulder. But I was so out of it that I didn't realize he was tapping my shoulder, and I thought I saw a hand trying to grab me, and my body just reacted.

I grabbed Derek, and I threw him over my head. I was so shocked, looking at Derek Hale on the floor. But I doubt I was anywhere near as shocked as Derek Hale looking up at me from the floor.

We stayed there for five minutes, just staring at each other with shocked expressions on our faces. Until I heard laughter behind me, to which I turned around to see Peter was standing there dying of laughter. Not exactly appropriate for a funeral, but I could see where he's coming from. That was hilarious, especially Derek's face, that was the icing on the cake. I couldn't control it. I burst out laughing as well. We got a bunch of annoyed looks, but we couldn't help it. It was too funny.

"Derek hahaha, I can't oh my god, I can't believe I just flipped you, oh my god, I can't breath," I say grabbing the wall I was next to for support.

Peter walks up,

"Good looking nephew. I have to say, I can't believe he flipped you over his shoulder. But that was the best thing I've seen in a while, good job Stiles." He says, slapping my shoulder.

Derek sits up staring at us,

"Shut up! Both of you, stop laughing; it's not funny."

Derek says, standing now looking mad.

"Oh this is the funniest thing ever, I'm gonna tell everyone I know that I flipped Derek Hale over my head, oh it's too funny!" I laughed some more at his anger.

This moment is the best thing all week.

"Stiles! I could always show you how it feels; then we'll see how much you laugh then." Derek said, stalking closer.

"Ahh, no stop, I'm sorry, but you gotta admit that was funny," I said, sliding behind Peter.

"No, it's not," Derek growled.

"Alright, sourwolf, I get it, it's not funny. I'll only tell a few people." I say side-stepping his attempt to grab me again.

"Nephew, as you are an Alpha, this is hilarious, I never heard of an alpha getting bested by a human. I also never heard of a human flipping a werewolf over their shoulder so easily. I guess Stiles isn't as weak as he looks." Peter says, still laughing.

But I turned to him,

"Hey! I don't look weak."

I said after I realized what it is, he actually said. But I got a look from both Derek and Peter that obviously said they thought differently. Assholes.

At least during that whole day, that was one good memory. And it made the day that was so terrible and sad have a little bit of happiness inside of it.