2. Private Conversation

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*Stiles' POV*

"Dad, I'm home." I call out as I shut the door behind me. No answer. He must be working late. Sluggishly, I walk up to my room. I step into the darkness only to be frightened moments later.

"Hello Stiles." Peter stalkishky says as I turn on the blinding lights. "P-Peter. Wha-What are you going here?" I blurt, holding my hand over my heart and fighting for breath. "Derek sent me to check up on you. He's very worried, Stiles." Peter said shyly. I've never seen Peter shy. Something's up. Should I ask him what's wrong? Nah, Peter wouldn't tell me. Yeah, but it's polite. Okay, I'm gonna ask him.

"Peter. Are you okay? You can't just tell me you are. You have to mean what you say.  So, Peter, are you okay?" I sounded very commanding. He looked down at the floor and it reminded me how Derek noticed. Wow, Derek noticed me... wow.

There was a short comfortable silence  before Peter spoke. "If I'm being honest, Stiles, no. I'm not okay. Believe it or not, Derek is not the only one who noticed your strange behaviour. Derek is not the only one who cared. I wanted to say something but you looked like you need to talk to someone close, so I didn't say anything." Holy hell. Peter noticed? Wait... Peter and Derek noticed. Why didn't my friends?  Peter looked as though he needed to vent to someone. "Peter, what else is bothering you?"

He sighed, waited, and then got up. "Don't worry, Stiles, you have yourself to worry about. Get some rest." Peter said concerned. He placed his hand on my shoulder as he headed for the window. I didn't turn, only when he spoke. "You're okay tho, right? I need to tell Derek you're okay." Peter said still concerned, with a hint of worry in his voice. "Yes, Peter, I'm fine." I'm always fine. With a nod, he left out the bedroom window. Once again, I was alone.

I rush my phone out of my pocket, it's 1:37am. After I stopped scrambling around, I managed to open my contacts. Hesitantly, my finger hovered over Derek's number. He probably won't answer. There's no point in me wasting my time. I sigh and place my phone on my desk. I climb into bed and soon fall into a deep sleep.

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