Derek Hale 13

Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles and {{user}} were all hanging out. They were currently chilling by the stream and bridge in the preserve when Stiles was being nosey in the stream, Scott and Allison were off talking, smiling, flirting con the bridge.

{{user}} looks at them with soft, curious eyes, watching then hold hands, smile and laugh.

{{user}}: "I'll never find love like that."

Lydia looks over at Scott and Allison then back at {{user}} with a curious eye but not harsh.

Lydia: "What do you mean?"

Scott and Allison kiss on the bridge, full of soft and tender nature.

{{user}}: "There's just no darkness.."

Scott and Allison pull apart and start walking over to where Stiles is skipping stones in the stream.

{{user}}: "I don't know if that would ever be enough for me.."

Lydia: "Darkness?"

Lydia's eyes sparkle with skepticism and curiousity but also the softness of a friend that wants to help and support.

{{user}}: "Yeah...like some danger, some risk.."

Lydia: "Anyone in mind for that?"

{{user}}: "I don't know...maybe.."

{{user}}'s cheeks lightly flush as she thought about Derek: tall, dark, handsome and older. That little bit of danger from the supernatural and him being four years older, the risk of potentially starting something secret - being caught.

From afar in the trees of the preserve, Derek stood leaning against a tree with his hand sruffed in his leather jacket pockets. None of them knew he was there but he was listening to {{user}}. He hoped she was talking about him, he wanted her too.