Stiles was pretty impressed that Derek figured out how to program individual ringtones for each contact in his phone but if Scott ever found out that his song was "Werewolves of London", he would probably be more than a little miffed. Naturally, of course, this piqued Stiles interest as to what other songs Derek had picked out for the rest of them.
"Lydia, call Derek," Stiles whispered into her ear. She eyed him curiously for a moment before going back to ignoring everyone in favor of filing her nails. "I want to see what song he choose for you. It's for research purposes that I need to know this." She pursed her lips but obliged by pulling her phone out from her pocket.
"You just want to know what your song is but don't want to be obvious about it," she stated as she hit the dial button.
"You know me too well," The thanked just before Paula Abdul's "Cold Hearted" started playing from Derek's phone. He cast Lydia a questioning look, wondering the purpose of her calling him while they sat in the same room, not even fifteen feet away from each other.
"Slip of the finger," she said sweetly as she wiggled her fingers at Derek. Soon, Erica's phone came out and "Bad to the Bone" picked up, followed by Green Day's "Holiday" for Boyd. Derek groaned when the music finally cut off after his voicemail picked up Boyd's call.
"Okay, you all know your ringtone that I've set for you. Can we get back to figuring out what we need to know for the latest mess we find ourselves in? Books, internet, and notes, now!" Stiles watched Derek for a moment as he dragged his attention back to the book in his lap and away from the small group assembled. He scrolled down his contacts list until Derek's name was highlighted and he pressed dial and waited behind the screen of his laptop until the call connected.
Of all the songs Derek could have chosen, that one not even on Stile's radar of one that Derek even knew about, let alone had heard in its entirety. Jessica Simpson's voice echoed off the walls as the words "Boy, I think I'm in love with you, I've been doing silly things when it comes to you" vibrated against Stiles' skull. Derek's head instantly snapped up and a deep blush spread across his face and neck. Stiles fumbled with his phone and disconnected once he managed to find the right button.
"I didn't know, Derek. I just wanted to see what you had picked for me, I didn't even think you knew any love songs," Stiles rambled in apology. Derek cleared his throat and snapped his book shut with a loud thud. "Derek? Say something."
"Do you ever think before you do anything or does every fleeting though you have go straight into action?" Derek snapped. He glared at Stiles for a long moment before he stood and began to stalk off towards the door.
"I think I'm in love with you, too!" Stiles called out. Derek hesitated for a moment, his hand outstretched to wrench open the door. He turned on his heel and resumed his death stare at the human before him. "Okay maybe not love but I do like you. More than just friends and I would love to be able to say one day that I do love you. So, why don't we go out on a date and see what happens, big guy?"
"A date?" Derek questioned, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. "With you?"
"Hey, you are the one with Jessica Simpson as the ringtone for me, so I doubt this will be a big jump on your part to make," Stiles retorted. The debate going on in Derek's mind played out in his eyes while Stiles waited impatiently for an answer.
"Fine, I'll give you at least one date," Derek offered as a small smile played at the corner of his mouth. "If you want a second, you better blow me out of the water tomorrow night."
"Consider it done!" Stiles cheered. He moved to hug Derek but the step back and arms crossed over Derek's chest made Stiles reconsider. "No hug now, but I will be holding your hand at some point, sour wolf. I'm very big into PDA." Derek huffed and relaxed once more once Stiles took up his seat next to Lydia.
"Smooth," she said once Stiles resumed his research. "But quite effective none the less. Good job."