Derek I Stiles
You need to tell me what the first thing on your list is.
No excuses or I'll hunt you down.
That's a bit extreme don't you think?
You left me guessing all day yesterday and today.
And let me tell you, I gave myself headaches trying to figure what it is.
I'm sorry but that's funny.
Hmm, how about you tell me what you think the first thing on my list is?
Are we reeeeallly doing this?
Now go on.
You're an ass, you know?
Is it to do the concert?
Is it to give me the tickets?
V.I.P mind you.
That's not actually on my list…
And who said anything about V.I.P?
Haha I'm just kidding. It is on my list, but it's not number one.
Is it our surfing session?
That's actually number three on my list.
Didn't think that would be high up in your list.
Well, it is.
I've always wanted to learn.
All right, next guess: is it my cooking?
Cause let me tell you, you can't make fun of my cooking without even trying it.
Nope. That's actually my number two.
UGH. YOU'RE KILLING ME. JUST TELL ME DAMMIT.
Were the caps necessary Stiles?
Yes. Yes, they were.
So what is it?
What's the first thing on your list that you need to do when you come to Cali?
You really want to know?
I don't know Stiles, it's kind of cliché...
I don't care.
Not judging you or anything.
Gee, glad to know that you aren't.
Go on, tell me.
[Mon 11:30pm – Outgoing Call]
"Really, Derek? You had to call me to tell me what it—"
"It's to meet you."
"The first thing on my list, it's to meet you."
"I—I, uh, um, wow."
"…that's it? That's all you have to say?"
"No! No, it's just that, wow. I kind of find it hard to believe that wanting to meet me is the first thing on your list."
"…are you lying to me?"
"Why would I lie about something like that?"
"I wouldn't have called if I didn't mean it either."
"So why would you say that, Stiles?"
"I mean, you're Derek Hale, front man and founder of Raised By Wolves. You're famous, dude."
"Okay? What does that have to do with me wanting to meet you?"
"Well, I'm just a chef, nothing special."
"Correction, you're a sous-chef, Stiles."
"…get out of here!"
"Haha. No, but really. I do want to meet you."
"S-same here, Derek."
"Hey, listen, got to go, I'll text you late."
"It's later, Derek!"
"I'll let you get away with it this time."
[Tues 1:59am – Disconnected]