"Every Christmas she bakes a lot. She makes chocolate chip cookies for me and sugar cookies for my dad. She makes pumpkin, cherry, apple, lemon meringue, and coconut crème pies too." I stood outside the funeral home with Derek, staring at the front doors. Dad had gone inside about 20 minutes ago, but I stopped. Derek had shown up a few minutes after dad had gone inside and stood next to me. He didn't say a word, just waited until I spoke. People were starting to show up, weaving around us to go inside. Some looked at me with pity, while others didn't look at me at all.
"Stiles, how are you sweetie?" My dad's sister rushed up to me and pulled me into a hug. I let her hug me but didn't make any move to hug her back. "Well, obviously you're not good, all things considered. How're you feeling? Are you sleeping well? You look pale." She reached up and tilted my face left and right, inspecting me. I stared at her blankly while she talked. She didn't expect an answer anyway.
"Jen, stop." My uncle said gently, grabbing his wife's hands. "Why don't you go see how John's doing?" He turned her towards the front door and she went willingly. My uncle turned back to me, holding his hand out. I reached forward numbly and shook his hand. "It's nice to see you again, son, although, not under these circumstances." I nodded and he looked at Derek. "I don't believe I know you." He offered his hand to Derek and Derek shook it.
"I'm Derek Hale. I'm Stiles's…" He trailed off, looking at me. I saw something questioning in his eyes, but I didn't know what he was asking, so I kept silent. He turned back to my uncle. "I'm Stiles's boyfriend." My eyes widened and my cheeks heated up. I looked at Derek and he winked at me. My uncle laughed and patted Derek on the back.
"It's nice to meet you." My uncle said. I looked at Derek and met his eyes. He raised an eyebrow and I felt the corner of my mouth tilt up, but only a little bit. My uncle leaned in close to Derek. "Take good care of him. His mom meant everything to him. I don't know how his dad's taking this. He needs someone stable right now." Derek finally broke eye contact with me to look at my uncle.
"I'll take care of him. I'm not going anywhere." My uncle nodded at him, satisfied. He looked back at me and waved goodbye before following his wife inside. Derek turned to me cautiously. "I didn't overstep any boundaries there did I?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No, it's ok. Although it's going to be tough to explain later after everything settles." Derek raised his eyebrow questioningly. "I mean after the world shifts back to the way it was before and we go back to separate social classes." I elaborated. Derek's eyes darkened and he scowled. He stepped forward so we were only inches apart.
"How many times do I have to say that I'm not going anywhere?" He growled, stepping even closer. "I care about you. You mean as much to me as my own family and you know how close I am to my family. I. Am. Not. Going. Anywhere. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." I took a minute to just look at him. He said he wasn't going anywhere but I didn't think my mom was going anywhere either. He was asking me to trust him that he wouldn't leave me. He would leave eventually, though. Most relationships don't last forever so why would ours? I couldn't say that to him though.
"So, boyfriends, huh?" I said instead. He smiled at me, relieved.
"Yeah," He agreed softly. "Boyfriends."
"Stiles? Derek?" My dad's voice called softly. We turned towards him and he motioned for us to come inside. "The service in gonna start soon."