3rd Person

Stiles' Apartment Complex

With nowhere to go after Chris' confrontation, he's left with the only people that truly care about him. Someone who will always care about him, Stiles. Chris walks through the narrow beige halls of Stiles' somewhat luxury condo until he reaches the door number that he should be at. Chris looks at the door knowing Stiles is on the other side and hesitates to knock on the door feeling embarrassed, but he had no other choice. Chris has nothing.

Chris takes a deep breath as he holds on to a duffel bag of his clothes and then goes for the knock. He knocks lightly on the door and fixes his leather jacket as he gets a bit cold and Stiles quickly opens the door with a warm and welcoming smile.

"Hey." He smiles lightly and Chris stands in his doorway as they both stare at each other, scanning each other's faces. "Come in, I got the bed and everything ready for you!" Stiles welcomes Chris in and guides Chris through his condominium. As Chris steps in, he immediately spots the pull out bed from the couch with sheets, blankets, and pillows all set up. "I- uh- it's all set up. And I have some food and drinks too, the bathroom is on the right, and my room is next door. Mi Casa es tu casa!" Stiles rambles on and Chris chuckles softly as Stiles clearly is nervous.

"Thank you Stiles." Chris says softly with a genuine smile and tone, which shuts Stiles right up.

"Anytime. I feel really bad that they evicted you." Stiles says as he obliviously follows along with Chris' lie. "But you're free to stay here, with me, as long as you need to." Stiles comforts Chris and Chris makes a small smile and lays his hand on Stiles' shoulder.

"What would I do without you?" Chris says feeling joyful and thankful for Stiles' hospitality in such a short notice. Stiles smiles feeling happy to have Chris back in his life, and now in his protection from anything. They both get silent and Stiles yawns uncontrollably making Chris chuckle.

"It's getting late." Stiles says looking at the clock in his oven, and then looks back at Chris who doesn't seem tired yet. "You want me to tuck you in before I knock out?" Stiles teases Chris and Chris rolls his eyes, walking towards the bed and dropping his bag to the ground.

"Night Stiles." Chris says and Stiles chuckles with a big smile, leaving to his room. Chris turns the lights off and changes himself into his tank top and sweats. The room gets hot and so he heads to the window opening it up to feel a breeze come through right away. As he stares out into the night he notices something off seeing a letter attached to the bush by Stiles' window.

Chris grabs the letter and takes it inside with him as the letter is written to him. Chris opens the letter seeing a sentence in huge sharpie handwriting. 'I KNOW WHO YOU ARE'. Chris gets a small chill getting nervous as he keeps his calm. He looks around the window looking for anyone who might be watching him and he stares at windows of other apartments seeing no one staring back at him. He looks down into the street seeing crowds of people walk past each other and he knows whoever it is, wants him feared.

Chris backs away from the window, closing it and covering it with the curtains feeling raped of his privacy. He looks at the note, turning it around and sees an address of an apartment building nearby and shoves it down his pocket. Whoever it is, they don't know neither care for Chris, but they want Killer Frost.