(Dereks POV)
June 5, 2011. I bought a diary. Im disgusted by myself and extremely aggravated but I did it. It was 5 dollars to much by which I mean it was 5.99. I don't know why i decided to do this but today I met two boys. They seemed to be 16 or 17. One was bit and the other smelt like anxiety and tissues. It was odd. But I know this is gonna lead to problems so great.
June 18, 2011. It's a Kanima. I know that cause it paralyzed me. I'm not gonna get into to much detail but when I tried to save stiles, the boy that smells like sweat and depression, and In doing so I turned my back on the enemy which long story short I ended up paralyzed. Stiles let me fall Into a pool and he went in to save me. For 2 hours he sat there holding me up. It was so humiliating. He saved my life. And I'm thankful but. It's annoying.
June 25, 2011. This girl that stiles peruses like fly on garbage is the Kanima Scott, the ugly boy, and stiles are doing everything they can to stop me from killing her but she was immune to the venom! There's no other explanation!
July 2, 2011. So I was wrong. Actually Jackson, this terrible child, was the Kanima. It was a honest mistake and I refuse to be badgered. Not that I'm all that upset, this means that kid can get offed and frankly he deserves it, he's a snake and makes stiles smell like sadness and his heart drop. I can tell.
February 10, 2014. Stiles gone missing. No one knows where the fuck he is. A lot of weird fucking shits going on and now stiles gone and I'm fucking terrified he's dead. If he dies. I can't handle this.
September 9th, 2014. Im leaving beacon hills. I'm only writing in this stupid journal cause I'm leaving even though I have a reason to stay. But I'm going non the less. I think it'd be healthy to get all my feelings out. On June 5 2012 I met a young man named stiles stilinski. And I've spent the last 3 years old my life protecting him. And I love him. I hate myself for loving him so much but I do. He's 19 now and works for the FBI and visits every weekend he has off. He stays at his dads place but this weekend he's staying at mine to help me pack up. Tomorrow he'll be coming over to help pack. It'll be the last time I ever see him cause I'm leaving to go to Oregon. I love him so stupid much. But I gotta leave. I'll miss him so much. He's so handsome and smart and kind and strong and for fucks sake he's saved my life more then once. He changed me in ways I can't even describe, he made me stronger and weaker at the same time, he made me feel amazing and terrible all at once. I'll never be enough for him nor will I ever be worthy but I think I'll fantasize about his hands and his eyes and his mouth till the day I die.
(That Saturday, 3rd person)
"Hey faggot, I think I left a box in your room. BRB." Stiles said before walking into Derek's room. He grabbed the box and turned to leave but saw a little blue flag looking thing. He sat down the box and grab the thing. It was a book with a blue bookmark. Stiles looked around then opened the book. June 5, 2011. "Hey that's when we met Derek." Stiles thought and chuckled. June 18, 2011. "Oh fuck, that feels like a century ago." Stiles thought, those were simple times but now is better. Even through all that's been lost he still thankful. June 25, 2011. "I forgot how much he hated Lydia back then... does he still hate her?" Stiles wondered in his head. July 2, 2011. "Why did he care that I hated Jackson? Why was that a plus to him dying?" It's hard to believe how obsessed stiles is. February 10, 2014. "He cares that much about me? Aww..." stiles said in his head. Then he reached the last page, September 9th, 2014. He started reading and once he finished it he walked out to where Derek was packing up all the dishes. "I'll miss him so much. He's so handsome and smart and kind and strong and for fucks sake he's saved my life more then once. He changed me in ways I can't even describe, he made me stronger and weaker at the same time, he made me feel amazing and terrible all at once. I'll never be enough for him nor will I ever be worthy but I think I'll fantasize about his hands and his eyes and his mouth till the day I die." Stiles wait before looking up at Derek. Derek's heart dropped. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He should have hid it better or packed it last night. Derek started to walk over and grab but stiles withheld the book. "Why didn't you tell me your felt this way?" Stiles said looking up at Derek. "Stiles give it over..." Derek said in a commanding tone. "I will if you answer me." Stiles replied. "It's my property stiles!" Derek snapped. Stiles put his hand on Derek's chest. "Why didn't you tell me sour-wolf?" He asked in a gentle tone. Derek paused and looked down in shame. "I was scared you'd hate me and never want to be around Me." Derek said and looked up at stiles to gauge his reaction. Stiles was smiling, he sat the book down and out both his hands on Derek's cheeks. He leaned in and gently pecked Derek's lips. For stiles it felt like a nice short kiss but for derek he felt his whole body relax and a sense of bliss wash over him, all his worries washed away and his body and mind was overwhelmed by pleasure and happiness. It felt long and beautiful but even after it felt like it wasn't enough. Derek didn't even realize he closed his eyes till he opens them and looked at stiles. "I never would have hated you dipshit."
