Derek I Stiles
[Thurs 7:24pm – Outgoing Call]
"You're on speaker, just letting you know."
"Is there a reason why I'm on speaker?"
"Well, I'm covered in icing. Is that a good reason?"
"A-and um, messy, like really messy, dude."
"Making a cake?"
"Any reason why you're making a cake or you just felt like it?"
"Going to a family dinner soon and I'm in charge of bringing the dessert."
"Ah. So that's why you're making a cake."
"Yep. That's why."
"Actually, shouldn't you be entertaining me? I mean, you're the artist here."
"I would, but I'm tired at the moment."
"Dude, it's pretty early."
"I didn't sleep at all yesterday. Give me a break."
"That's bad, Derek."
"I know. I shouldn't have downed those Red Bulls."
"You can't see it but I'm shaking my head at you."
"So much judgment."
"That's actually my line."
"Not going to get into this with you."
"I need to finish icing this cake."
"All right, I'll let you go then."
"For fuck's sakes, Derek, it's late—"
"Later. Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Try to get some sleep, okay?"
[Thurs 8:46pm – Disconnected]
Are you awake?
Didn't go to sleep, so yes. I'm awake.
Did you even try to go to sleep?
No, I didn't.
Rolling my eyes at you.
So how was the dinner?
Same as always.
We eat, we talk, and then we eat dessert and go into the family den and watch movies.
I'm still full.
Did you eat a lot?
And I don't regret it.
Everything was just so damn good.
Uh, you okay?
Do you need a moment alone?
No, no. I'm fine, just had to get that out of my system.
Stealing my line again, are we?
That was actually my line first.
Uh huh. Sure it was.
Not going to get into this with you at the moment.
You'll bring me down from my food high.
Because you know, you're a sourwolf.
Don't call me that.
Because I say so.
What about Mr. Lone Wolf?
Der it is then.
You're not going to stop until I cave, huh?
That is the plan.
Of course it is.
Come on, one measly nickname isn't going to kill you.
Actually, I think it will.
Fine. Fine, Der it is.
Is it because it's not a wolf pun?
That and Laura's been calling me Der since we were kids.
That's kind of cute.
No. it's annoying.
Whatever you say Crankasaurus.
Don't call me that either.
So, I'm helping Allison cook a surprise dinner for Scott.
Thanks for the update?
Always happy to keep you up to date with all these things.
She just burned the steak…
No! Not the steak!
Actually, why are you texting me? Shouldn't you be helping?
I prepared everything else already. She told me she could handle this.
But that's not the case…
So why don't you, I don't know, help her?
Because she doesn't want me to?
So you're just watching her burn the steak.
You're such a bad friend.
Hey! I resent that!
It still looks edible…I think.
You called it unrecognizable a few minutes ago.
Hush you. It's her first steak and she cooked it with LOVE.
She cooked it with so much love that the steak got burned with it.
And it's for Scott and I know that Scott won't say anything about it 'cause Allison made it for him.
So he'll eat it…burnt and all?
Yes. Yes, he will.
I wish Scott the best of luck then.
If he's gonna eat it.
I've actually been honing my skills in the kitchen.
What can you make?
Are you being serious?
I know, it's a whole upgrade from the explosive omelets.
Does that count as progress?
Normally no, but you're the exception though.
So proud of you.
You finally learned how to use the microwave! *mantears*
Shut up and go help Allison.
If it makes you feel better, I've been honing my Derek Hale Scowl of Doom.
You're doing well young cub.
Soon you'll be your very own broody wolf.
I want a leather jacket too.
Whoa, Stiles. Baby steps, you'll get there eventually. The jacket is the last thing in the process.
Now help Allison.
At the rate this is going the other steak will catch fire.
[Sun 11:14pm – Incoming Call]
"I just wanted to tell you that I am eating the world's finest sandwich right now."
"Did you really just call me to tell me that?"
"Shut up, and hear me munch on this glorious thing of a sandwich."
"I'm hanging up."
"Noo, I was just kidding!"
"Were you now?"
"So what's up?"
"Oh, you know, the usual."
"Mhm. So nothing, right?"
"You know me so well, Stiles."
"Hey, haven't you noticed that we talk more now than text?"
"I've noticed. Why you ask?"
"It feels like a commitment or something."
"I, uh, it kind of does."
"And you're stuck with me, Der."
"I don't think you actually meant that…"
"I did. I like you. You make me forget about everything for a while. And you put up with me."
"So it's good."
"Stop you. You're making me blush."
"Haha, just doing my job."
"You say the sweetest things, Stiles."
"I'm hanging up on you."
"I will cry if you do that."
"Derek, I know you won't."
"You don't know that."
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay, maybe I won't, but it will hurt my feelings."
"Again with that…"
"Haha. Yes, again with that."
"You know what? I'm out. Late."
"I win this round!"
"And it's later!"
"Late, later, it doesn't matter!"
"It kind of does…"
"…I'll win next time, Stiles."
[Mon 1:48am – Disconnected]