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1 breaking stiles
Thing is, stiles actually prepared for exactly that. His feelings for Derek, he dubbed as lydia part two... he was pining like a sad little girl. But hey... here and there it was good and seemed like they were reciprocated. But he was too deep in his own denial. Why would derek go for him? Scrawny, strange, hyperactive.... crazy. Someone as gorgeous and beautiful as derek would never go for someone as pitiful as him. Heck no! And he accepted that. So why did it hurt so much? Why, when he came in to talk to the alive Derek hale and maybe finally act on his feelings did he stutter, fumble, crash and then run out when he saw Ms. Blake in a compromised position?
They boy kept running. He could have driven, but running seemed more... fuck, he did not even know. He was running down dark streets, crying. Fuck, people must think he's a loon! But screw it. He needed the run. He needed the cry. But most of all, he needed to get as far away as fast as possible. What he just witnessed hurt more than him realising he would never have lydia. What he saw, broke something inside him. It felt like someone just died. So he ran. He ran until he had no idea where he was and then he ran some more.
He kept running but running from your brain, it seems, was useless.
Something hard stopped him. He smashed into someone. Two hands gripped him to hold him steady. He saw the leather jacket and kept his head down because his mind was going 'leather jacket, muscles..... Derek.... pain'
“hey, you allright?” a man spoke to him. Only then did he realise... nope, not Derek. He looked up into two beautiful blue eyes and was staring in them, not realising the man was speaking to him.
“are you allright?” the man asked again.
“obviously not” he snapped. The man snorted.
“ooh, feisty.” the man returned the snark. Stiles glared at the man, he only smiled.
“are you running from something big and bad?” the man asked.
“cant run from your brain... can you?” stiles shrugged. He stood up and looked the man over. His eyebrows knit together as he looked around. 'how did I get to jungle?'
“you need a drink.” the man sighed out.
“well, sadly. I'm 17. too bad the law decided to screw me over too. Seems like everything screws me over.” he said with a sarcastic smile. The man shook his head.
“it doesnt get better... C'mon. I think you have a story to tell.” the man spoke and motioned for him to follow.
“not supposed to talk to strangers.” stiles deadpanned. The man let out a frustrated sigh.
“the names Damon... whats yours?” he said nonplussed.
“stiles...” stiles muttered.
“whats a stiles?” damon said scrunching up his face. Stiles rolled his eyes and pointed to himself. Damon nodded.
“so... stiles. Theres a diner around the corner. I'll buy you food and you tell me all about it.” the man started walking.
“i dont know you.” stiles crossed his arms and glared.
“sure you do... you're stiles... i'm damon and we're gonna talk.” the man shrugged.
“i still dont know you.” stiles raised his eyebrows. Damon chuckled. In a blur, damon had stiles pinned against the wall. Stiles squeaked and nope, before anyone even tries to deny it, it was not a manly squeak at all. He looked into Damon's eyes and saw the black veins and then... the fangs.
“perfect... fall in love with a werewolf... get rejected and then get killed by a vampire. (he looks up at the sky) if you're up there... thanks for the shitty hand.”
“i thought I smelled something funny on you. Now... are you coming?” damon let go of stiles and walked. Stiles shrugged and followed.
Once they were sat in a booth and the waitress handed them menus, stiles ordered le curly fries because reasons and a coke(damn you legal drinking age). Damon ordered whiskey because apparently, bourbon was not on the menu. Stiles snorted at his frustration.
“spoilt much?” he asked damon.
“what? I like bourbon.” damon offered in mock hurt. Stiles only shook his head and chuckled.
“well?” damon asked.
“what?” stiles asked right back.
“tell me the sad story. You smell like you've been running for days and ive never seen someone cry so much.” damon spoke.
“why do you care?” stiles asked him.
“i dont... but I love storytime. Especially teenage angst. My younger brother has a lot of that and sometimes it's fun to relish in other's mysery... also, I bought you food. So talk.” damon said nonchalantly.
“why do I feel so used all of a sudden?” stiles muttered. Damon only chuckled.
“fine... I fell in love with a werewolf and got rejected... there.” stiles raised his hands. Damon cocked an eyebrow.
“well... thats not a story. I want a refund.” damon said in mock hurt.
“what? You wanna hear the whole teen angst, twilight version? How I fell hopelessly in love with a stupid werewolf with the emotional capacity of a toaster because his family died in a fire and then his stupid psycho uncle bit my best friend and then we killed his uncle and then I had to hold his stupid heavy body up for two hours in a swimming pool... and then his stupid uncle comes back from the dead... I mean... who does that? Well... except for you.. but c'mon. And then I pine over him for what feels like forever and then he dies only he didnt die... and then... and then.... he sleeps with my teacher? My teacher, man! And I walk in on the aftermath... i'm so stupid.” stiles rambled.
“you are stupid.” damon said as if it was indeed simply a fact. Stiles glared at him.
“so... are you gonna kill me?” stiles asked after a pause.
“no... i've already eaten. And you're more fun alive.” damon shrugged. Stiles gaped at him.
“so... thats the sad story. What next?” stiles offered.
“hmm... why dont you tell him how you feel?” damon asked.
“nope. I want to get away from it all. From him, from the rest of the pack. From my stupid best friend who's ignored me for too long and from my dad who must be so disappointed in me for lying to him all the time. From everything. Maybe you should kill me.” stiles rambled a bit there.
“nah... why dont I kidnap you?” damon offered, stiles raised an eyebrow. Damon chuckled.
“not like that. Why dont I take you on a road trip? And when you're ready... you come back and continue.” damon shrugged. Stiles sat there in silence, thinking it over. Damon let him.
“and if I take you up on it?” stiles asked sheepishly. Damon shrugged.
“then we go. You get a free trip... and I have some entertainment... because the radio seriously sucks when you're driving through the deep south.” damon said with a disgusted face.
“what? Do the religious am stations hurt your ears.” stiles snarked.
“sometimes they get so into it and it feels like my skin is burning...” damon said with a serious face. Stiles laughed.
“see, other people's mysery is fun.” damon said with a smile. Stiles returned the smile.
“you wont eat me?” stiles asked.
“no... you look a little scrawny.” damon smiled and stiles chuckled.
“fine... lets go.” stiles shrugged. Damon raised an eyebrow in question.
“you're going on a trip with a stranger?” damon asked with his devilish smile.
“you're Damon... i'm Stiles. We're not strangers.” stiles said with his own sarcastic smile.
“feisty indeed. Fine... then lets go to your house and get you some things and amscray” at that, stiles guffawed. Damon frowned but shrugged. He put down a few bills and got up to leave. Stiles followed.
They walked until they got to the pretty blue camaro... stiles sighed.
“What? Dont you like her?” damon asked.
“no... its a sweet ride... but... Derek drives a camaro.” stiles looked sad.
“hmpf... this is not just a camaro. She's a classic and she's mine.” stiles shrugged but got in the car.
“so... where do we go?” damon asked as he started her up.
“casa de stilinski.” he said with a sigh. Damon drove and stiles directed him to his house. They got out and walked up to the house.
“arent your parents worried about you bringing strangers into the house?” damon asked.
“my dad's the sheriff... he's at work. What he doesnt know... wont hurt him.” the last bit was said with a sting. Damon shrugged. Stiles opened the door and walked in..
“ahem... stiles.” damon said from behind him. Stiles turned and realised.
“oh... shit... sorry... please come in, kind stranger.” sarcasm and a gun, I tell you.
They walked up to stiles' room and stiles got to packing. He took some clothes... his laptop and some other things. They walked down the stairs but stopped at the front door. Stiles gave his bags to damon and told him to wait here. He went into the kitchen and wrote a note for his dad. He came back to the front door and took his bags from Damon.
“ready?” damon asked.
“is anyone ever ready to get kidnapped? but lets go. Before the dogs come sniffing me out.” stiles shrugged. And so they left on an amazing road trip.