Derek I Stiles I Boyd.
Just finished catching up with 'Alphas' on Netflix.
And now I'm bored.
So what's up?
Dude, I love that show.
And nothing really, walking around Central Park.
I love New York.
You've mentioned it a few times.
But besides walking Central Park, what else are you doing today?
I dunno. My aunt and uncle ditched me and went somewhere. I think they went to ride a carriage?
I'm hungry now.
Yeah, about that, I don't know where to eat.
All the restaurants I passed by look good.
Do you trust me?
Uh, you want an honest answer to that?
I think so?
Why is there a question mark there?
Like someone once told me: because I can put it there.
You can't see it but I'm glaring at you.
But in all seriousness, do you trust me?
Even though I should say no, I do. I trust you.
But just letting you know that my dad's a cop, Allison's father is a skilled marksman, and Allison will fill your ass with arrows if something happens to me.
That's good to know.
But anyway, on West 79th street there's this pizzeria. I know the guy who runs it, so go there. It's good I promise.
Good you say?
Best pizzeria in the state.
Swear on it.
Cross your heart?
Fine. Yes. All of that.
Okay. Good. Time to get some grub.
Boyd, you working today?
Yeah, why? You in the neighborhood?
No, stuck in Arizona at the moment.
But listen, I need you to do me a favor.
A friend of mine is going to come in and eat. Just give him whatever he wants and I'll pay for it later. It's his first time in New York and I told him that your place has the best pizza in the state.
Best pizza in the state? You really do give the best compliments Derek. And don't worry I'll see what I can do.
So I'll take that as a yes?
Thanks Boyd, I owe you.
Just get me Erica's number and we're good.
Consider it done.
Well Derek, you were right. The pizza was amazing.
Also, thanks for paying for my pizza. I guess I owe you now.
Don't worry about it.
Consider it my treat for your first time in New York.
Who knew that Derek Hale, the bad boy of Raised By Wolves, can be so generous.
Don't tell anyone that, they might think I've gone soft.
You're right. We can't have your fans think you're a teddy bear.
Okay. You're pushing it now Stiles.
I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GOING TO GO BACK THERE.
You started this.
Okay. As of now, we're calling it a truce, deal?
Though you started it.
And I'm ending it.
That's very mature of you.
That's actually my line.
Are we really doing this?
I don't know, are we?
There's your answer.
Your friend stopped by today.
So I've heard.
Is he your latest conquest?
Cause let me tell you, he isn't that bad looking.
We're not dating Boyd.
…what does he look like?
Now that is just sad. He's your friend and you don't know what he looks like?
We only text.
It's a long story, but to sum it all up, I texted the wrong number, and we sort of became friends.
You know that's dangerous, right?
Have you been talking to Peter lately?
Well, what do you want to know?
I don't know. Good question.
Just tell me what you remember.
Hmm, he was…fair skinned?
Calm your horses, I'm trying to remember.
He was really young. I'd say early twenties. Brown hair, buzzed. Brown eyes, though they looked like the color of whiskey to me, anyway.
That's all I can remember. It was pretty busy today.
Oh, and he talked a mile a minute.
Talked a mile a minute?
Yeah. At first I thought he was going to pass out. You know, lack of oxygen?
But he has a nice voice, though he couldn't stay on one topic for long. I got the full history of the male circumcision in a nutshell.
Hahaha I should feel bad for you, but I don't.
I should charge you triple for describing your boyfriend.
He's not my boyfriend.
Denial isn't just a river in Egypt Derek.
You're a funny guy Boyd. Really.
So, today's my last day here.
It's been 4 days already?
Damn, time flies fast.
Also, in two days it'll be our anniversary.
Excuse me? Anniversary?
Not like that Derek. In two days it'll be a month since we started talking to each other.
A month already, damn.
So what's up?
Nothing much, I was on Netflix until you texted me.
What were you watching?
Ah, dude, I love that movie.
I'm beginning to think that you love everything.
So what are you doing?
Making me a sandwich.
Sounds fancy Mr. Sous-chef.
Didn't we go over this? If it's late, why bother whip up something fancy.
Should I put ketchup, mustard, or ranch dressing on my sandwich?
Why not all?
Hmm, tempting as it sounds, mustard and ranch don't mix well.
So, everyone's asleep and I'm out here watching 'The Avengers' while eating my sandwich. What are you doing now?
Talking to you?
I know that, but what else?
Hmm. Nothing really.
Might turn in for the night.
Oh! Before you go, I got a question for you.
Sure. Fire away.
You know how my friend Allison is the Black Widow to my Hawkeye, right?
So the question is sir: will you be the Tony to my Steve?
I don't know if you're being serious right now or if this is sleep deprivation talking.
Totally serious right now. Scott is the Hulk to my Thor.
I have a feeling that if I don't agree, you'll keep on pestering me until I cave.
Damn right I will.
I am rolling my eyes at you, just letting you know.
So…that's a yes?
Yes. I'll be the Tony to your Steve.
Whatever that means.
Can I go to sleep now?
Yes. Yes, you may.