Hey guys, I'm back again with another chapter for Broken Glass. Before we start, I need your help. I may bring in a girl that Stiles starts to like but I need to know a name and face claim. Thank you!

32 TEXTS MESSAGES FROM: barry the bear

barry the bear: stiles? please answer!!

barry the bear: what's wrong??

barry the bear: is this about me and iris?

barry the bear: STILES?!?!?!??!?

barry the bear: stiles please! you're freaking me out

    The hazel eyed boy sighed, turning off his cellphone and putting it on his night stand. He had only turned on his phone a few minutes ago, but just seeing his best friends name made his heart heavy. The love he had for this man was indescribable. Stiles wish he never met Barry and he wouldn't have had to deal with these feelings.

"Stiles, you ok?" the sound of his sister pulled him out of his thoughts and he sighed.

"I don't think so, Emma."

"It's going to be ok. I know it is. We always get through things. Hard or difficult." Emma, 22 years old, had a high IQ. She was probably the smartest in her class so she might be the youngest brightest in the family besides Stiles.

"Em, can I just go to sleep?" the hazel eyed boy snapped. Sighing, he quickly said, "I'm sorry, Em."

"It's fine, Stiles. Go to bed, ok?" she strolled over to him and kissed him on the forehead and left to sleep herself. The boy though just stared up at his ceiling deciding wether or not to text Barry back. Instead, he came up with the solution to text Caitlin.

stiles: hey you up??

snowwoman: Stiles! You had us worried sick!

stiles: don't tell anyone that im texting you please!!!

snowwoman: Stiles, what's wrong?

stiles: i havent told anyone this but my sister so you need to keep this a secret

snowwoman: Stiles, you're scaring me.....

stiles: im in love with barry

stiles: please don't tell anyone caitlin

snowwoman: You love Barry?

stiles: yes please don't tell anyone!

snowwoman: Stiles, you need to listen to me very carefully, ok?

stiles: ok

snowwoman:  I won't tell anyone but I need you to answer this one question. Are you gay?

stiles: uh i haven't given that much thought

stiles: i think im bi

snowwoman: Ok, I just wanted to know.

stiles: i never thought i would say im bi

stiles: i wonder what my parents would think

snowwoman: I think they would be proud of you, Stiles. I really do.

stiles: thank you so much, caitlin.

snowwoman: You're welcome, Stiles.

snowwoman: I'm going to bed. Good night, Stiles. Everything will be ok:)

The hazel eyed boy smiled to himself, thinking he had such great friends and before he can think of Barry, he fell asleep.

~

"Stiles, get up!" Emma shouted, whacking her older brother with a pillow.

Stiles groaned, pushing her away. His head was hurting, as well as his eyes. He woke up sometime in the night crying because he had a dream of him dying in Barry's arms and then watching Barry commit suicide. It was a weird dream in Stiles' opinion. "Go away, Emma!"

"Stiles, you can't hide in there forever. At least come downstairs."

"It's too early!" Stiles said dismissively.

"Stiles, you've slept half the day. It's two in the afternoon." Emma said.

Stiles hesitated before taking a deep breath and flinging the blanket off him. He expected the air to be cold but it was actually kind of warm of course though, not warm enough for him. He knew he couldn't go back to sleep so, he went downstairs and got some Fruit Loops from out of the kitchen and the heater from the living room. "Why do I need to get up?" Emma only shrugged and with a smug look on her face, she walked away. "Seriously, Emma?" only thing he got in response was laughter. He went back upstairs huffing though because he had cereal in one hand and the heater in the other.

Stiles strolled over to his brown, wooden dresser that used to be his fathers after he had set everything down, and got some clothes out. He quickly put them on, but during, he slipped and fell onto the hard, wooden floor. "Ow! God dammit!" One word to describe him was that he was clumsy.

"Is everything ok up there?" Emma yelled from downstairs obviously trying to hold back a laugh.

"Yup! Everything is fine."

From downstairs, Emma rolled her eyes and went to walk away when the door bell rang. Sighing, she strolled over to the door and opened expecting it to be her friend, but she instead found Barry Allen.

"Hey, Emma, is Stiles home?" Barry fidgeted with his fingers looking almost as nervous as Emma was. She had no idea what to do. Lie? Like she could do that. Tell him the truth? Stiles would most likely never talk to her again.

So, instead, she said this, "He doesn't want to talk to you, Bar."

Barry sighed, many thoughts swarming around his head. He wanted to give his friend some space, but he was just so worried. What was he supposed to do? He replied more demanding than the last time, "Is Stiles here?"

"I can't tell you, Barry."

"Emma, please," he was done playing around. He was determined to see his best friend. "I need to see him."

"I'm right here." the two standing at the door whipped their heads to look at the hazel eyed boy. He stood at the top of the mahogany stairs, his eyes clouded with sadness and his mouth turned into a frown. The cold air from having the door open blew in his and his sisters house making it colder than it was a few moments ago. The hazel eyed boy shivered, but he toughened up and slowly began to walk down the rest of the stairs. "What are you doing here, Barry?"

"I'm came to see if you were all right. You weren't answering my calls or texts. I was worried." Barry walked in, slowly though just in case Emma pushed him out. Thankfully, she didn't and he walked all the way in. The hazel eyed boys sister closed the door and slipped away to give them some space. Of course though, she made sure she was within hearing distance.

Stiles replied, "I'm fine, Barry. I was just really tired last night and I just wanted to get home. I shouldn't have came either way."

"Are you sure that's it?" Barry asked concerned. It didn't seem like the whole truth to Barry. Stiles was hiding something, and Barry being the stubborn guy he is, he wants to know what's wrong.

Sighing, Stiles went to go outside knowing his little sister was listening in on their conversation. He opened the door, stepping aside so that Barry can exit first and Stiles quickly followed after him. The wind blew making the two grown men shuddered from the cold. It was a cold day, but it was beautiful with the white snow covering the ground. It was a perfect day, but not for a perfect day if you knew what he meant.

"Do you know what next Monday is?" Stiles asked leaning against one of the poles looking out into the woods that were across his yard.

"No?"

"It's the anniversary of my dads death. A few days after, my moms." Stiles said sadly. His parents were a couple years and a couple days apart with their death. Stiles and Emma couldn't deal with the fact that their mothers anniversary of her death was coming up then their father died a few days before it. The two took it pretty hard. Stiles harder than Emma surprisingly.

"I'm sorry, Stiles."

"Do you know how hard it is to lose not one, but both of your parents?" before Barry could answer, Stiles spoke for him. "It's terrible, Barry. You're parents are gone and it's like your whole world just crashed down on you."

"I don't know what else to say, Stiles." Barry looked down at his feet speechless.

"You don't have to say anything, Barry. I'm just going through a rough time right now so, if I don't answer, you don't need to worry."

Barry nodded. "Ok, I'll give you some time if you need it. I understand."

"That's the thing, Barry. You don't understand." Stiles sighed, turning around to stroll over to the door which he opened.

"Stiles..."

"No, Barry, you may have lost your mother, but I lost both parents." with that, Stiles stepped into his home and shut the door on the one he loves. If only Barry paid attention and realized it was about him and not his parents. His parents' anniversary of their death wasn't for another two weeks.

Stiles put his back against the door and let his head fall. He closed his eyes, trying hard to keep the tears in. "If only you knew, Barry, if only you knew."