The next few days for Stiles were terrifying. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw himself stabbing the man. You would think, after that night seeing the man on the screen knowing that he found out who he was, Stiles would be fine. He wasn't, they're soon going to realize they can't find him, and they'll start questioning his family again. He didn't want his dad and sister to keep lying for him. He knew Emma hated lying, his dad wasn't a huge fan of it but if it had to be done, it had to be done.

The nights got longer for Stiles, he no longer could get any sleep. All hope disappeared one night when Stiles had fell asleep and had the worst nightmare and he could only wake himself up by screaming so loud. That night, he knew sleep wasn't an option. He would stay up till the sun began to rise. Dark circles appeared under Stiles' eyes, their money was disappearing because the hazel eyed boy kept getting every energy drinks there was. If he wasn't drinking an energy drink, he was drinking coffee.

Emma began to notice the change in behavior. He wouldn't talk, he wouldn't make eye contact with anyone, he was feeling guilty about what he had done and Emma knew he was. She would hear the whimpers come from his room then stop and that's when she knew he woke himself up; she wouldn't sleep until she needed to sleep.

"Stiles, can you come downstairs for a second?" the hazel eyed boy jumped from under his covers from upon hearing his sisters voice. He shoved the covers off him harshly, swinging his legs over his bed and getting up. He walked the short distance to the stairs and walked down the stairs calmly, breathing in and out. He was very dizzy, not feeling very well.

"Yes, Emma?" He called from the living room. Emma was in the kitchen, playing with her fingers and smiling at the guests she brought to the house. Stiles strolled into the kitchen, no shirt on just a pair of pants, and he stopped seeing the guests. He became angry, he didn't want them here especially not the man he was still in love with. "What are they doing here?"

"Stiles, please sit down. We need to talk."

"No, not until you tell me why they're here."

Emma knew this wasn't going to go well but she had to try. She was concerned for her brother, and she knew his friends were too. "We're worried about you, Stiles. You're not sleeping, you haven't been out of the house except to buy energy drinks and coffee, you haven't talked to anyone! Stiles, what is going on? Please, please, Stiles, talk to us."

"Let's talk in private." Stiles gave his sister a look and she silently followed him through the hallway to the living room. "Emma,"

"I know, you're feeling guilty about what you had done but Stiles-"

"No, don't you dare say it."

"It was self-"

Stiles slammed his fist against the wall, "SHUT UP. IT WASN'T SELF-DEFENSE, IT WAS MURDER."

Emma gulped, taking a step away from her older brother, fear evident in her eyes. Their guests looked shocked, a little terrified as well at Stiles' outburst and the fact that he apparently had murdered someone. Barry spoke up, "Murder?"

"I murdered the kidnapper. I stabbed him a billion times until his intestines started to fall out. Body is buried somewhere." Stiles began to leave the room, his hands shook and his heart pounded against his chest. In all honesty, he was scared; scared to know what the love of his life thought of him and so to prevent that from happening, he walked away.

Even though he didn't have a shirt or jacket on, he slipped on a pair of his shoes and left the house. He was going to find Oliver and take him somewhere, not exactly a date but just something. He needed a distraction and he needed one now.

He didn't think when he left his house, he had no keys with him along with nothing covering his torso. He was surely going to die of hypothermia. But he continued walking, he didn't want to go back. There was a store a couple miles away, he would be there in an hour or two. Maybe three.

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He happened to reach the store in two hours. He ran a little, that made him warmer than before until he stopped running. He walked into the store, warmth spreading around him and he sighed in relief. His chest was red, bright red, and so was his face. Stiles strolled through the aisles, he just wanted to stay in this store for a little while before he went walking somewhere else.

"Stiles?" an English accent spoke behind him, confusion evident in his voice.

The hazel eyed boy turned around planting a fake smile on his face, "Oh erm I was just walking through these aisles."

"Shirtless?" Stiles completely forgot he shirtless for a moment and he blushed, Oliver just laughed.

"Something happened at home and I just had to get out of there."

Oliver nodded. "Understandable. You can come to mine if you want. We could watch Christmas movies if you'd like."

"I'd like that." for the first time in a while, Stiles smiled a real smile. "Anything you need for me to run and get you? I've got nothing else to do."

Oliver pulled out a small piece of paper and read, "I need eggs and vanilla cake mix. Oh and brownie mix."

"Do you like to cook?"

"Yes, love to cook. What about you, mate?"

"I do love to cook, but my little sister cooks more. Work always gets in the way." Stiles liked how Oliver listened to him, actually asked him questions. Maybe this could be the first step to moving on.

"Ah well that's too bad. I thought maybe you could cook for me Friday night."

The hazel eyed boys' eyes widened. Did he just ask me on a date? "Oh I-I could totally do that if-if you want."

Oliver chuckled and Stiles went weak at the knees. "That would be nice."

"I'm going to go get that stuff." in a second, the boy left scurrying out of Oliver's way to get to the stuff.

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Stiles laughed out loud, his hand covering his mouth to keep food from flying out. Oliver kept cracking jokes about where he came from and Stiles couldn't deny that fact that he was hilarious. The hazel eyed boy should be getting home soon, but he couldn't bring himself to ask Oliver if he could take him home. The two of them forgot about the movies and have just talked the whole time.

"So, Stiles, tell me about you."

"Okay erm, I grew up here in Central City with my little sister and dad. My mom had died when I was young. My dad was kidnapped a couple years ago but is back."

Oliver questioned, "What's up with you and that one guy, Barry?"

"What do you mean?" asked Stiles.

"You don't see it?" Oliver arched an eyebrow. Stiles looked at him confused, why was he even asking. "He's in love with you, mate."

Stiles' eyes bugged out of his head, "Erm, excuse me?"

"He's in love with you, Stiles and I can tell you love him too."

Stiles opened and closed his mouth like a fish, this man made him speechless. There was no way Barry loved him, he loved Iris. "No, no, Oliver, you got it wrong. Barry....he-he loves his girlfriend, Iris and I, yes I do love him, but I'm trying to move on. I have to."

"Let me help you move on then." before Stiles could question it, Oliver smashed his lips onto Stiles'. Stiles made a noise of surprise, he wasn't expecting this. But it felt good. He began to kiss back, their lips moving in sync. Stiles put his hands on Oliver's face, kissing him harder. Oliver slipped his tongue along Stiles' bottom lip in which Stiles gave him entrance. They continued until the two needed to pull back for air.

"That was-"

"Amazing?"

"Yes, that was amazing." Stiles pecked his lips and smiled.

"Think you can help me move on?"

Oliver nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Well, then. Oliver, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes." 

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Hey guys! So, I'm not disappointed in this chapter, it's more of a filler chapter. It will get more interesting as it goes. The next chapter will have some Stilver (should that be their ship name?) and Allenski in it. Please comment below who you like best; Stilver or Allenski.