Derek I Stiles
The next morning, Derek wakes up with a lazy smile on his face.
He'd come home late, a little past two in the morning. After the movie, they ran into Danny, who wasn't alone. No. Ethan from the band "XTC" was with him, an arm wrapped around Danny's waist.
That Derek wasn't expecting. He knew Danny was seeing someone, but he wasn't expecting that person to be Ethan.
At first, Derek thought that Laura had sent Danny to spy on him, but Danny's shocked expression to see him there told him otherwise.
And much to Derek's surprise, Danny didn't ask questions the moment his eyes land on Stiles, though Derek could see the curious glint in his drummer's eyes. Danny simply greeted them and asked what they were up to.
So when Derek informed him that they just finished watching a movie, Danny was quick to suggest that he and Stiles should join them to get ice cream.
One quick look at Stiles told him that Stiles was all in with Danny's plan, so Derek agreed. He didn't have any other plans planned out for the night so he guessed why not.
There had been moments when people would walk up to him, Danny, or Ethan and ask if they could take a picture with them or if they could get their autographs.
And, yeah, there had been moments when people would look at Stiles and ask who he was. Those were the moments Derek would smile at them and throw an arm around Stiles' shoulder and simply tug him closer.
And, as if on cue, one of his fans asked if Stiles was his boyfriend.
Danny and Ethan snickered.
And Derek felt his neck and cheeks heating up quickly but didn't answer.
Things from that point on went by smoothly.
He'd been laughing, talking, and stealing glances at Stiles when the other thought they were being sneaky, shoulders bumping against Stiles' from time to time.
Danny didn't say anything but Derek could see the amused light in Danny's eyes when he would lean close to steal fudge from Stiles' sundae.
Danny simply laughed and shook his head.
And that's why Danny is Derek's favorite.
But when Stiles retaliated, smearing a thumb covered with whipped cream on Derek's stubble, Danny downright laughed at that.
Derek tried to look offended but the grin pulling at his mouth made it hard to achieve that effect. So instead he decided to hook his foot around Stiles' ankle, chuckling when Stiles turned to look at him, mouth parted in a small, surprised smile.
When Derek stopped in front of Stiles' apartment building, he wasn't expecting Stiles to lean forward and tug him close for a tight embrace before stepping out of the car, promising him that they'll talk later.
Derek donned a smile that stretched from ear to ear all the way home.
Though his morning smile doesn't last long, because Laura rushes into his room and throws herself on top of him, yelling in his ear to tell her how the movies with Stiles went.
And when Derek doesn't say anything, Laura huffs and throws a pillow at his face, telling him that she'll get him to crack and tell her about his date.
Derek simply scowls at her and tosses the pillow back, smirking when it hits her straight on the face, telling her that it was not a date, even though he feels all warm inside at the thought of it being one.
Laura stares at him and tells him that denial isn't just a river in Egypt, and Derek has to ask if she's been talking with Boyd lately.
Because this is the second time someone tells him that.
[Thurs 9:34am – Outgoing Call]
"It's a miracle you're up this early."
"I blame Laura."
"Haha. What did she do?"
"She jumped on me while I was sleeping."
"And she was yelling at me, too."
"If it makes you feel any better, I fell off the bed trying to pick up my phone."
"It does. A little bit."
"Glad to know that my pain brings you joy."
"Sorry. It's just funny."
"Uh huh. So what's up?"
"Um, going to make some breakfast—hold up, I'm putting you on speaker. All right, there."
"What are you making?"
"Nothing special, I ran out of pop-tarts so I have the Food Network on. I'm learning how to make French toast."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"But you were going to."
"Yes, you were."
"Whatever you say, Derek."
"Don't forget to follow the steps, Derek, don't want the toast to spontaneously combust on you."
"Why are you jinxing it?"
"Just saying, that's all."
"I'm rolling my eyes at you."
"And I'm flipping you off."
"Very mature of you, Stiles."
"So, how's the toast coming along?"
"You really want to know?"
"I burned it."
"Why does that not surprise me?"
"Is it because I can't cook?"
"Hey, I, um, have a question."
"What is it?"
"Um, so was yesterday, like, a date?"
"I, um, I don't know."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. I mean, it felt like one, even with your friend joining in."
"Well, did you, uh, wanted it to be one?"
"Maybe, he says."
"What about you?"
"Maybe, he says."
"Using my words against me now, are we?
"I'm not mean."
"Says the guy who smeared whipped cream on my face."
"You know what? I'm hanging up. I'm hungry."
"Haha. Fine, I'll let you go for now."
[Thurs 10:45am – Disconnected]
And yeah, I did wanted it to be one.
A date, I mean.
Glad to know that I wasn't the only one.
Why, hello to you too.
Why are you bored?
I have nothing to do.
I literally caught up with all my shows on Netflix.
Damn. All of them?
All of them.
Oh, I see.
You're only talking to me because you're bored, huh?
Yep. You caught me.
I can't tell if you're being serious or not.
Nah, I'm just playing with you.
Hmm. What are you doing?
Hey, um, you want to come over?
We can have a Netflix marathon. No Sci-fi, promise.
I don't know yet…
Okay. What about this.
Okay, I'm listening.
I can cook for us :D
Why am I not surprised?
Because I've been waiting for this moment?
Two months, Stiles. Two months of taunting.
Today's the day I get to try your cooking.
You make it sounds like it's something sacred.
Maybe it is.
Do you want me to bring anything?
Yeah. I'm sure.
All right, be there soon.