Title – Use Somebody
Author – tmjohn72
Rating – PG-13
Summary – A songfic set to "Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon. Stiles and Derek contemplate their feelings.
Disclaimer – Props (does anyone use this word anymore?) to the writers for giving us stirrings of Derek and Stiles. I just wish they'd go all the way. I obviously don't own the show or it would have a lot more or this pairing. I also don't own the song but I love it.
Author's Notes – I don't usually go the songfic route, but I felt called to do it after hearing this song on the radio. Please leave reviews as they inspire me to keep writing. Feedback makes the world go round.

Stiles

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody

You know that I could use somebody

I sit on my bed thinking about him. I'm always thinking about him now. Comparing people in class, at the store, or even on the street, to him. Derek Hale. Even his name is full of something electric. I could use someone like him, no question. But I'm too young for him. Too loud and full of an obnoxious jumble of words. I'm too human. For the first time I found myself thinking about The Bite as a positive instead of a negative and wishing I had taken Peter up on his offer.

I cringe at what he is doing to me. I used to be content with my friendship with Scott and somewhat focused on where I was going in life. I knew death was a possibility but it wasn't something I faced on a daily basis. But somehow just being in the same room made it all okay. God, I was even straight before I met him! I didn't even know I was looking for someone. Someone like him.

Derek

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak

Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you

I missed his senseless yammering. I ached for it. Somehow the silence of my house was too much. I hated being alone now. I used to be comfortable with silence and isolation. Now I just want to be around him. He drives me crazy in all of the right ways and without his nagging things seem far too quiet. I've had my share of sexual experiences, but nothing like this.

How could some high school kid get to me like this? Let alone a normal human without supernatural blood. Just the thought of my lips on his skin is enough to send me upstairs to a cold shower, but it never helps for long. I know I'm getting older and I should be settling down. Especially now that I have the pack instinct of an Alpha. So why is he the only one I want to be around? Another guy and a human, of all people.

Stiles

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice

I hope it's gonna make you notice

I toss the notebook down. Once again feeling the need to write something, but now that I'm ready I can't make it flow. When I'm away from him I can't think normally. My mind quiets focusing every neuron on him. On the way he looks. On how he smells. Even on his growl and how his fingers feel against my neck when he is angry.

I cringe when I think about what he could be doing in the woods near his house in the darkness of night. Who he might be with. I am wishing to be Scott or Jackson and hoping that somehow we are able to switch bodies so that I can get to know him better like what happens in those ridiculous Disney movies. I ache for him! Our difference in ages means nothing.

Why doesn't he notice me? Can't he sense how he makes me feel?

Derek

Someone like me, someone like me

Someone like me

I wait until he is asleep and sneak in through his open window like I have done every night this week. I crave his scent and the sound of his breathing. Knowing he is safe is the only thing that makes me able to fall asleep. The sound of his heartbeat forces my own to match it, instantly making my mind more at ease. I sit on the floor and lean against the wall, watching and listening.

It angers me that he doesn't want me. That his human frailties make him unable to see what I feel for him. Even Scott and Jackson are able to see something there below the surface. But I hide myself to them. To Stiles I show everything. The occasional smile and the occasional rage. He gets all of me. I want him to want someone like me. No. I want him to want me alone.