First off, allow me to apologize for this ficlet thingy. It's just, I have been listening to this song, non stop, since I watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and I just needed to write a fic based around it. And I figured I could also make Stiles even more dorky while I am at it. Besides, I write weird things when I'm tired.
And second, thanks for reading, drop me a comment if you can, and I don't own anything remotely close to recognizable in this.
See ya!
Derek gave up on telling Stiles to leave the radio alone. It kept him quiet, and after having to listen to him for the past fifteen minutes, he really just wanted to talkative teen to shut the hell up.
"You have crap for your pre-sets," the teen said fiddling with the radio. "I mean, half these pre-sets no doubt came with the car and the other half are just… so very sad. And I don't mean depressing sad either. I mean like, how the frick old are you sad. You need better music, Der. Something that doesn't scream…" a violin cutting him off. His eyes widening as he wrenched his hand away from the radio.
"This song…" he began bobbing his head. "I love this song."
"You love a lot of songs," Derek retorted deadpan, rolling his eyes as the radio turned up a couple notches. The song was released well before either he or Stiles were born, but he remembered it from the old records Laura used to play.
"Come on Eileen," Stiles sang doing a weird, flailing dance. He turned to Derek, gave him a lopsided grin, and continued singing. "Poor old Johnny Ray…" he then turned away from Derek, doing his flailing dance again, continuing to sing.
"Toora Loora Toora Loo Rye Ay! And we can sing just like our fathers." He held out the words 'fathers' until the chorus picked up. "Come on Eileen. Oh, I swear what he means. At this moment..." Stiles allowed his head to glide to the left, towards Derek, as he sang, "…you mean everything."
"Is there any chance…?" he started, grinning up at Derek.
"Nope," the older guy replied, gently pushing Stiles' face away from him, trying very hard to hold a smirk at bay.
"You're a party pooper," Stiles commented, continuing to sing the song.
When the song started Toora Loora-ing again, getting faster with each repeated word, Stiles' head bobbing kept up the pace. He did his flail thing again when the drum sounded and immediately broke into the chorus again.
When the song ended, Stiles made a face at the new song, and flipped the radio off. He sang Come on Eileen under his breath for the rest of the ride, periodically adding a comment here or there, so by the time Derek pulled up to Scott's place he was glad to see the teen go.
"Thanks for the ride, dud… Derek," Stiles said as he got out of the Camaro. He waved, shut the door, and started towards Scott's front door, tripping over his feet on the way. With a snort, Derek put his car back into drive, and pulled onto the road.
He drove for a few minutes in complete silence, but he soon found himself humming. He wasn't sure what he was humming at first, but when he muttered, "Come on Eileen." He very nearly slammed on the brakes. He was not… There was no way…
With an audible growl, he made a mental note to kill Stiles.