Derek dreaded 4:30.
Well, that wasn't quite correct. He dreaded 4:30-5:00, because Stiles was never on time. The boy didn't bother even coming up with an excuse, nor did he knock. He just shoved the door open, sauntered into the kitchen to snatch a cookie from the jar, said a quick hello to Derek's siblings, or parents, or his uncle Peter, if one of them were there, then he would walk up to Derek's room, and once again not knock, before bursting in and flopping onto Derek's bed, which was probably perfectly made before hand, then Stiles would greet him with that horrendous nickname that he's called him ever since they were partners for a science project in fourth grade.
Fasola. It originally was Zielona fasola, which mean green bean in Polish, or so he was told.
Apparently, fourth grader Derek reminded Stiles of the vegetable, being tall, lean, and "stringy".
After a while, it got shortened to Fasola, which just meant bean, and Derek hated it.
As a matter of fact, in the several years he knew Stiles, along with the two months he's been tutoring him from 4:30 (4:30-5:00) to 5:30 (5:15- 5:25) on weekdays so Stiles didn't get his ass thrown off the lacrosse team, Derek was pretty sure he only heard the other say his real name a handful of times.
The clock signaled that it was now 4:57 and there was a silence that fell upon the house and the preserve surrounding it, almost like the calm before the storm.
That's when Derek's sensitive ears picked up the sound of a jeep coming closer.
He scowled at his computer before clicking out of the Google docs tab, and staring longingly at his neat bed, which he was sure he would have to redo in less than an hour.
Sure enough, there was the sound of the front door slamming shut. "Hey, Mrs. Hale. Sup, Laura." Stiles said, very charmingly.
"Hello, Stiles. How nice to see you again." Talia said.
Derek rolled his eyes. He hated how his family almost welcomed Stiles company. Derek once heard his mother and father saying it was good for him to have a "friend" that shared different interests than him.
What his parents didn't know was that they weren't friends, even if Stiles acted like it. And the different interests Stiles had, consisted of smoking, drinking, sex, and going to high school parties. Which also consisted of smoking, drinking, and sex.
After Stiles finished talking with Talia, he stomped up the stairs and seconds later, the door to Derek's bedroom flung open. Stiles smirked at him. "Hello, Fasola." He said, before plopping down on the bed, messing up the blankets and sheets.
"Hello, Stiles." Derek growled, before tossing Stiles chemistry book at him.
The book Stiles had purposely put in Derek's bag, so he didn't have to carry it.
"Let's get this over with." Derek grumbled.
After thirty-three minutes exactly (not counting the three five minute breaks that Stiles took once to have a smoke and the other to grab a cookie and converse with Derek's family) Stiles got up without a word and walked out the front door without a word and so much as a good-bye.
Derek grinned happily knowing very well that when stiles walked out it meant he was done for the day which was just fine by Derek.
He heard stiles tromp down the stairs said a quick hello and goodbye to Cora and Peter who were downstairs watching a movie.
Derek laid back on his bed stretching out just thrilled to know he was stiles free for the rest of the day leaving time to continue his novel then he heard his mother stop Stiles.
"Done already?" She asked.
"Yep," Stiles said "I work quickly."
Not a lie Stiles wasn't an idiot and he did cover a lot of ground during their short studies.
"Where are you off too?" Talia asked
"Home maybe stop by the diner to get something to eat my dad's out of town so it's either the diner or order in."
Derek heard his mother 'tsk' and worry shadowed his face.
"What a shame why don't you stay here to eat."
Derek's eyes widened in alarm and he launched off of his bed.
"You sure?" Stiles asked sounding quite pleased.
"Absolutely, I just know Derek will love to have you stay over."
"So Stiles," Peter said smoothly eyeing Derek's scowl, "When's the lacrosse team's first game?"
Stiles swallowed his bite of steak, "Next week Friday is the first game, coach says if I can keep my grades above a 'B' I can stay on first line."
All around the table there were hums.
Stiles looked up at him and smirked "Zielona fasola can you pass the zielone fasolki?"
Derek growled under his breath as the others chuckled at the joke,as he grabbed the green beans that sat in front of him and shoved them at Stiles who nodded.
He almost never said thank you to Derek.
"This is fabulous Mrs. Hale," Stiles said.
Talia smiled, "Thank you stiles and your welcome to come over for supper every day until your father gets back."
Stiles grinned widely, "I just might take you up on that Mrs. H."
"Wonderful!" Talia exclaimed.
Derek barely bit back a whine like he didn't get enough of Stiles already.
Supper was finished and dessert was passed out apple pie freshly made which Stiles highly praised.
Stiles of course excused himself when it was time to take care of the dishes and clear up the table and of course he left with the joyous promise that he would see Derek tomorrow.
Derek was thinking about calling in sick.
A/N: So, tell me how you like it. I would love to hear from you guys and hear ideas if you have any. I'm going to be honest and tell you right now my updating is going to be choppy. A great thanks to NikaBika for looking my story over for mistakes that I most likely missed, on wattpad under Angelstar lambsquad she's working on an amazing story called Star gazers, definitely check it out. This has also been put up on wattpad under the same name there is a link to my profile there in my profile here. Thank you for reading! Emi