In The Dark

You're Terrible

                 Aiden's POV
       Stiles and I sit awkwardly on the couch with our parents. None of us have said anything. My eye start to close, sleep wanting to take over. I haven't been able to sleep since we got back last night. The door flies open and Scott comes in breathless.
     "You guys can go now," our dad says. We stand and go outside.
   "Kira and I found out what the numbers mean," he yells us. Stiles nearly squeals. "Its how much we're worth in millions." I look around nervously. Hell no.
   "So people are killing you guys for money?" Stiles asks, scratching the back of his neck. He nods. A car pulls up and Derek and Isaac get out with Tia trailing close behind. I don't want to see Derek right now for my own reasons.
    "I'm worth twenty five, Aiden's worth ten, Derek's worth fifteen. And for some reason Parish is on here," Scott tells us.
    "How are we supposed to find out who's behind it?" Isaac asks, gripping Tia's hand. Scott shrugs.
    ×××××
        "Hey," someone says when I close my bedroom door, making me jump. I just took my contacts out so my vision is blurry. I can make out that the person is Derek. "Here." He hands me my glasses.
   "Thank you," I say once there on. "Shouldn't the whole werewolf thing make it so I have perfect vision?" He leans against my desk.
   "It's not the same for everyone."  He leans down and kisses me. It takes me a second before I respond. He takes a step back from me, his brows furrowed. "You okay?" Clearing my throat I take my necklace off.
    "Depends on how you define okay," I say. He sighs. "Did Scott tell you everything that happened at the motel?" He nods.
    "Did something happen between you-"
    "No, god no. But what happened just brought some things up," I say, avoiding looking him in the eyes. He crosses his arms, his expression hardening, making this harder for me.
    "What type of things, Aiden?" He asks. I sigh, looking straight at him.
   "Just some old memories and it triggered something in me." He shakes his head.
    "Were you and Scott once together?" He asks. I stay quiet. "How? We were together before you moved."
   "I still came and visited them here, or they would go there. Scott and I...we got a lot closer and things happened. Eventually, I lost feelings," I explain. "I just feel weird kissing you when I'm thinking about another relationship that doesn't mean anything to me anyone."
      He stays silent, leaving the room to feel uncomfortable. "Do you really think that what happened between you and someone else matters to me?" I open my mouth to say something, but can't find the words. "Cause it doesn't. You had something with him; of course him attempting suicide would being up memories. But as long as your mine, I could care less."
    I smile a little up at him. "I'll kiss you now." He yanks me by my arms towards him for a surprisingly slow kiss.
    ××××××
         "Wake up," Derek says, shaking my shoulder. I sit up, looking out the car window. Kids are running around with their parents, dressed up like different characters and monsters. I smile and twist the ring on my finger. 
    "Did you ever celebrate Halloween?" I ask. He chuckles.
    "Everyday is Halloween in Beacon Hills," he says with a smirk. "I did for a few years, but lost interest so my parents only took my sister Cora and left me with Peter."
    "I loved it. Then again I was always like weird scary things. Never thought that would effect the type of guys I like." He rolls his eyes. In the light, their green color is glowing. "I love you."
    "I love you. Is there a reason for you saying that out of nowhere?" I shake my head, looking outside the window as he pulls into a parking garage. He gets out and turns around when a group of kids run up.
   "Trick or treat," they say. He looks at them for a second, his mean resting face scaring them.  He reaching into the car and pulls out a bag of candy, giving them each a piece. Out of nowhere, he turns in front of them, making them run away.
     He turns back towards the car with a satisfied grin on his handsome face. "Really?" I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt.
  "Now I feel kind of good about myself." I shake my head at him, glaring playfully.
   "Your terrible."
    ×××××
     Loud music comes from the loft as we walk closer. "I swear I'm going to kill those boys." I laugh at the way he sounds like my dad when Scott and Stiles do something stupid. We walk in and see people dancing. They seriously are having a party here...and didn't invite me.
     Everyone as glow in the dark paint on them, making the loft look...more colorful that usual. Derek takes a deep, angry breath and goes to walk to the DJ to turn the music off. I grab his arm, pulling him back.
   "You can stop this later, but dance with me first," I say, knowing the chances of him agreeing. He shakes his head. "You owe me."
     "For what? I haven't done anything." I grab his wrist.
   "For whatever your going to do one day that'll make me mad." I pull him over to the guy with paint and strip off my shirt, showing my lace pink bra that's now neon. "Now you can either tell everyone to leave, or paint my body."
   He looks around then back at me, or more so my chest, and grabs the paint brush. Isaac and Tia walk over. "You're making him have a good time and not ruin this. Thank you."
    "Actually, I'm stopping him from ripping my brothers throat out." Tia grabs a paint brush and flicks it at Derek. Neon green paint glows on his neck and jaw. He turns towards her with a glare.
    "Hurt me, Sourwolf. I dare you." Isaac's eyes widen and he takes the brush away from her.
   "I think you've had a few too many," he tells her, leading her away from us. I take the brush from Derek.
   "Take your shirt off," I order him. He shakes his head. Reaching up a little, I grab the fabric and rip it off. He stares down at me in shock while I start painting on his chest and biceps.
    ××××××××
      I couldn't get Derek to let the party continue for a long time. Eventually, he yelled at everyone to leave. The only ones left are Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Isaac, and Tia. Tia is looking at the large window, counting the squares, but having to restart since she can't keep track right now.
    "Anyone want to own up to planning this?" Derek asks. Stiles coughs, pointing at Isaac. Isaac points at Scott. Scott is about to point at me but I do it first at him. "It doesn't matter, but of one of you do it again, I will-"
   "Go lay down," I say. He looks down at me. "I'll lecture them." He nods walking away. "Leave now. I just wanted to come here and get some, not be welcomed by a glow party."
    "I didn't need to know that," Stiles says. Tia giggles, looking at Derek who walks back.
   "You look like grumpy cat."

AN: I'm done for the day...maybe. Comment and share!! Stay alive |-/   -Veah