"Ahh! Why the hell did I say yes?! I'm such an idiot!" Stiles groaned to his best friend.

Scott looked at him with a saddened- understanding expression. If he had dog ears, they'd be flat against his head.

"It's alright, Stiles." He tried to comfort.

Stiles frowned and shook his head.

"No, it's not." He whispered.
"I panicked. I didn't know what to say."

"It's fine, just tell him." Scott suggested.

"Tell him? Scott, tell him!? That's such a bad idea!" Stiles' voice got louder.

"Sorry." Scott apologised, frowning.

Stiles folded his arms on the dining table and rested his head on top of them.

"I don't know what to do, Scott." He mumbled into his arm.

Scott mimicked Stiles' actions.
"I gotta go, but I think you should tell him, Stiles." Scott said before standing up and walking out of the house.

Stiles groaned and got up.
"I don't wanna tell him."

20 minutes later, he knocked on the big steal door at Derek's loft.

"Hey babe!" Derek greeted, kissing Stiles.

Stiles smiled.
"Hey..." He said awkwardly.

Derek cocked his head to the side.
"Is something the matter?" He asked

Stiles gulped and nodded.
"Yeah, umm. Can-can we sit?" He bit his lip nervously.

Derek nodded.

They walked over to the couch and sat down. After a moment of silence, Derek spoke up.

"Soo... You wanted to talk?" He asked.

Stiles nodded.

"Yeah, Uh, well when you asked me out the other day, I panicked. I like you Derek, but, it's just-" he sighed. He couldn't believe he was about to hurt someone this way, he should be grateful that SOMEONE wanted him.

"Stiles. It's okay, if you don't want to be with me, that's fine." He may have said it, but he didn't mean it, he wanted stiles, and he wanted Stiles to want him.

Stiles frowned. He felt bad, it felt like there were two creatures in his stomach fighting but there could only be one winner.

"Derek, I'm sorry." He apologies.

Derek held his hand and have him a reassuring smile.
"Don't be. Thanks for telling me, Stiles."

Derek gave him a kiss on the cheek and got up and left the room. Stiles took that as a sign for him to leave. So he left the loft and sat in his jeep a while.

Stiles sat in his jeep in the car park at Derek's, jut sitting there. He lost track of time. He snapped out of his trance when he heard a tap on the window, looking up, he saw Derek giving him a questionable look. And he noticed how dark it suddenly was.

He quickly took out his phone. 8:42. I've been sitting here for four hours! What the hell. He wound down the window.

"Sorry, Derek. I didn't realise the time." He said.

Derek nodded.

"That's fine. Everything okay?" He asked.

Stiles nodded.
"Yeah, everything's fine, but I just want I ask you, if, umm, you will take me back?" He asked, biting his lip.

Derek looked at him confusedly.
"Take you back, where?" He asked.

"Will you go out...with...me? I'm sorry, I just. I think I like you." He said.

Derek shook head.

"Oh, okay. That's okay. Sorry." Stiles frowned, feeling rejected.

"No! No. It's not that. It's just-" Derek chuckled and smiled.

"Stiles, will you go out with me?" He asked.

Stiles raised his eyebrow.
"Uh, yes?"

Derek smiled and stuck his head through the open window and kissed Stiles passionately on the lips. Stiles kissed back.

"Why did you say no then ask me anyway?" Stiles asked, pulling alway.

"Because I'm older, I'm more dominant. I should be the one to ask YOU out." He smiled.

Stiles laughed and shook his head.
Maybe Derek was perfect for him.