Stiles's Pov

I have to admit that working with Luke on our homework was really fun.

We had some classes together so we were able to help each other if we didn't understand something.

We obviously didn't give out any answers because in life you have to be able to know something by yourself.

But, don't tell anyone this, I'm pretty sure Luke would've easily given me the answers to any questions if I just asked for it.

That's the truth and nobody can tell me otherwise.

Anyways, going back to what I was saying...

We had tons of homework to do but I think that because we worked on everything together and we helped each other, we were able to get the job done faster.

We took a few breaks then and there but we didn't fully stop until everything was completely done.

And I can't believe that we manged to get everything done in time.

The craziest part is that by the time we were finished with our homework it was only 6:50 pm.

I usually finish around midnight, the last one in the morning, because of the pack meetings that take basically the entire day.

I don't have to worry about coming home late just to finish homework.

Thank god because my grades would've gone down because of how fast I did homework just so that I didn't turn in a blank page.

I never thought the day would come where I'd be so happy not to be apart of the pack anymore.

"Finally, we're done!" Luke yelled.

He tossed his textbook aside and plopped himself down on my bed, bouncing a few times.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at his antics as I closed my notebook and placed it inside my book bag.

"Well, one thing my dad has always told me is that working together is better than alone" I said.

"Well, he's certainly right about that" Luke nodded.

I nodded myself as I zipped up my bag and placed it back under my desk.

I let out a sigh before walking over to my bed. I sat down at the edge of it and watched as Luke propped himself up by his elbows.

"Well, we've still got time to spare. Is there anything you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, what would you normally do during your free time?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I normally would just lay in bed and read a book. But, I don't really fancy looking at more books after finishing up homework" I shrugged.

"How about we head downstairs and watch a movie?" Luke suggested.

"Sure, that sounds better than reading" I smiled.

"Great, see you down there" Luke smiled.

I watched in amusement as he shot up from my bed and jogged out of my room to head downstairs.

I chuckled and got up from my bed. I was about to head out when my phone chimed.

Furrowing my eyebrows together, I grabbed it and turned it on and saw a message from Isaac.

Hey, if you're at home please don't go outside. Some hunters have arrived and we're going to head over to the woods to figure out what they want. But, guessing by Derek and Scott's face, they're both going to do something that'll get us all in trouble

I scoffed and shook my head, already feeling a headache coming on.

Derek and Scott are hotheaded people. Derek because that's just his personality in general, but Scott, he's changed ever since he not only became a werewolf but an alpha.

No doubt they're gonna cause trouble and a fight will break out.

But, as long as that fight happens in the woods, I don't have to worry.

I promise to stay inside, as long as you and the others promise to be safe. You all might be supernatural but you can still get hurt

I waited for a few seconds before he replied back.

We promise. Wish us luck

Sighing, I sent him a text of good luck before turning my phone off and stuffing it into my pocket.

I turned off my bedroom lights and walked out and made my way downstairs.

When I walked into the living room I was met with the sight of Luke standing by one of the small tables, where the picture frames were located.

Luke, having heard my footsteps, turned around and I saw him holding onto one of the picture frames.

"I promise I didn't break anything, I was just looking around since you didn't come down yet" Luke explained.

"You're fine, don't worry" I waved him off.

He smiled at me before looking down at the picture frame he was holding.

"This is your mom, right?" Luke asked.

I walked closer to him and got a better look at the picture frame, a smile appearing on my face almost instantly.

It was a picture of my mom. It was at the playground and she was sitting on one of the benches, a happy smile on her beautiful face.

"Yeah, that's her" I nodded.

"She's really beautiful" Luke complimented.

"I know" I smiled.

"Now I know where you get your good looks from" Luke smirked, winking at me.

I blushed at that and playfully glared at him, causing him to laugh and shake his head.

"What's her name?" Luke asked.

"Her name was Claudia Stilinski" I replied.

I watched as his eyes widened in realization when the word 'was' came out of my mouth and he looked guilty.

"Oh, Stiles, I'm sorry I didn't know" Luke quickly said.

"It's fine, don't apologize" I reassured him.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to her?" Luke asked, frowning.

"She died after suffering from frontotemporal dementia. She was hospitalized and I was with her when she died" I explained.

I always have nightmares and panic attacks because of that.

Being with my mom, being in the same room as her, when she died has always had an impact on me.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I looked down, trying my best not to let them fall.

Everytime someone brings up my mom and everytime I talk about her I get so emotional because I miss her so much.

I miss her so damn much and I hate that she's not here with dad and I.

I felt arms wrap around me and I looked up, I turned my head around and saw Luke hugging me from behind.

When he put the picture frame back where it originally was, I have no idea.

And for whatever reason, I turned around and slowly hugged him back.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to upset you" Luke softly said.

"You didn't. I promise you didn't. I just get emotional talking about her because I miss her" I softly said.

I don't know how but we somehow made our way to the couch and were now sitting on it.

I pulled away from Luke so that we were eye to eye with each other.

He frowned at my state, despite the fact that I wasn't really crying, and gently cupped my face.

I gasped softly as his warm hands were now on my face before slowly leaning into his touch, something I might end up doing if he were to continue this action.

Not that I'm complaining.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was she like?" Luke asked.

A sad smile appeared on my face.

"She was the sweetest, kindest and funniest woman ever. She gave the best hugs and she always kissed my forehead whenever it was time to go to school or when it was time for me to go to bed" I told him.

More tears gathered in my eyes and I let a few of them fall.

"She was the best mom. She loved dad and I with all her heart and we loved her the same" I softly smiled.

More tears fell and my lips trembled, a whine threatening to escape.

Luke frowned and gently pulled me into his embrace, rubbing my back up and down.

I rested my head on his shoulder and let more of my tears fall. I let out small soft sobs and sniffled.

Luke hugged me tighter and kept on rubbing my back up and down. He then brought one hand up to my hair and gently ran his fingers through it. 

"It's alright, love. It's alright. I'm here" Luke whispered.

I felt myself slowly relax in his embrace and in his comfort, I felt my heart flutter more than it already was.

The comfort that Luke has given me so far has done nothing but warm my heart and my soul.

The comfort from Luke is nothing like the comfort I got from Derek.

Whenever I talked to Derek about my mom I would start crying, while Derek would pull me into a side hug, he never truly comforted me.

He wouldn't even make a small joke to get me to laugh to lift up my spirits.

He never ran his fingers through my hair, he never gently wiped my tears away and he never whispered reassuring things into my ear.

And when I did cry on him, whether it was on his shoulder or in his chest, he would get upset because of the tear stains. He may not have said anything, but the small scowl on his face told me everything I needed to know.

God, how could I have been so blind?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Luke pulled away from me.

I looked up as he, again, cupped my face with his hands and gently wiped away my tears with his fingers.

"Are you feeling better now, love?" Luke softly asked.

"Yeah, yeah I feel better. Thank you" I nodded.

"No need to thank me, love. All I want is to see you happy, not sad" Luke smiled faintly.

"Well, you achieved that goal" I chuckled.

Luke chuckled too while shaking his head.

"I know it sucks not having your mom around, but something my grandparents have always told me is that even though someone isn't with you physically, they're still in your heart" Luke softly smiled.

My heart fluttered at that and I let out a sigh.

"They sound like great people" I said.

"They were. It sucks that they're not here anymore. And just like how you miss your mom, I miss my grandparents" Luke frowned.

He turned his head away, never removing his hands from my face, and gritted his teeth.

"Especially when they were the only ones that gave a damn about Olivia and I" Luke muttered under his breath.

Was he trying to be quiet?

Because if he was, he was terrible at it considering I still heard him.

I narrowed my eyes at him at that statement, what does he mean by that?

I had an inner debate inside my head before deciding to ask what I've been wanting to ask for quite some time.

"You know, I've told you a little bit about my life but you never told me anything about yours" I spoke.

Luke turned his head back around and made eye contact with me.

I watched his lips turn into a frown as confusion washed through him. 

"I mean, I only know your name, your friends that are also now my friends and your sister. But, what about your parents? Your life before coming here and everything?" I asked.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about Luke's life before coming to Beacon Hills.

Why do him and Olivia live alone in an apartment without their parents?

Why don't they ever mention their parents? Did something happen to them?

The same goes with Jake and June, but there will be plenty of time for that later.

However, I started regretting asking that question based on the way his frown deepened.

Not to mention he let out a sigh before removing his hands from my face, using one hand to run it down his face.

I already hate myself for asking that question because no doubt it was a hard and touchy subject.

And because I already miss the warmth of his hands and, surprisingly, wanted them back on my face.

Frowning, I gently took his hand into mine and watched as he looked down at them.

"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I shouldn't have asked if you really didn't want to speak about it" I softly said.

I watched as Luke's eyes remained on our hands for a while longer before he finally looked up at me.

"You don't need to apologize. I was just caught off guard by the sudden question, that's all. But, you deserve to know a bit more about me. Especially after you told me about your mom, something that was obviously a touchy subject" Luke said.

It was, but it did feel nice to talk to it about someone.

Someone that actually listens, someone that actually gives me the comfort that I need and someone that'll reassure me that things will get better.

And that someone is Luke.

I gasped softly when I felt his warm hand back on my cheek and turned around to look at him.

"But, I ask that you wait until tomorrow after school. When we're alone. I just want time before telling you more about me" Luke said.

I smiled faintly at that and nodded my head.

"No worries. I can wait. I promise" I softly told him.

He let out a sigh of relief and a visible small smile appeared on his face as he looked at me with such fondness that my legs grew weak.

Luckily, I was sitting rather than standing.

I watched as his eyes looked down at my lips, my cheeks grew red when I saw him staring at them with absolute want and passion.

I swallowed thickly and found myself staring down at his own lips, the same want and passion now in place of my own eyes.

What exactly is it that he does to make me feel this way?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his arm wrap itself around my waist, causing me to look at him.

On instinct, my own arms moved and I found myself placing my hands onto his shoulders and resting them there.

Our clothed chests were pressed together and our lips were close from touching.

"Stiles, love..." Luke trailed off.

I swear to god my entire face was as red as a tomato, no joke.

"Luke" I whispered.

A small smirk appeared on his face and he closed his eyes, leaning forward at an incredibly slow pace.

My eyes widened and my mouth formed into an 'o' shape at the realization of what he was doing.

I didn't pull away. I didn't push him away. I didn't yell at him and I didn't stop him.

Instead, I found myself closing my eyes before leaning forward myself.

Our eyes might be closed but there was no doubt that our lips were inches away from touching.

Anticipation filled my entire body and I clutched onto his shoulders tightly, refusing to let him go.

Just a little bit more...

"BOYS!"

Our eyes snapped open and we both jumped away from each other at the sound of the front door bursting open.

Luke fell back against the couch while I remained sitting, holding onto the armrest just in case.

I turned around and saw my dad walking further into the house, making his appearance known to us.

A giant pizza box was in his hands.

"Hey, boys. I got us pizza, get your asses off the couch and into the kitchen so we can eat" Dad grinned.

So he's not going to ask about why our faces were bright red?

Or why we were both panting heavily while looking at him with wide eyes in surprise and irritation?

I'm gonna take a guess and assume he didn't notice any of that as he simply ruffled my hair, sent a nod to Luke, before making his way into the kitchen.

Gulping, I turned back around to face Luke as his eyes made contact with mine.

Awkward silence filled us as neither of us knew what to say.

I broke that awkward silence by clearing my throat and shooting up from the couch.

"Well, you heard the old man, lets go eat" I nodded.

"I heard that, you little shit!" Dad yelled from the kitchen.

I huffed out a laugh and rolled my eyes and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.

Is it wrong of me to want to smack my own dad across the face for his horrible timing?