Disclaimer, disclaimer, disclaimer...
A/N: I've wanted to write a random little Sterek one-shot for a loooong while after finding the pairing on Tumblr... before the show ;) Does this even count as a drabble? If it does, than it's a drabble, I suppose, but it if it doesn't, than it's not. Oh well. Thanks for reading!
"Dude."
Derek ignored the annoyingly hyper-active teenager beside him.
"Dude, wolfman, alpha-dude, Derek, whatever the hell your name is - "
"What?"
Stiles only looked slightly taken aback by his tone, and how annoyed he looked as he glared at him from his spot in the passenger seat in Stiles' jeep. Scott was behind him, watching the two carefully - making sure that Derek didn't tear his best friend's throat out for being bothersome.
"Boo." Stiles, fearelessly, with a shit-eating grin, leaned forward, and blew a stream of cheeto-infused breath (that had been the only thing he'd had for breakfast at his out because Scott had told him to go pick up Derek for some unknown reason) write into Derek's face, making him snarl and recoul.
With that said, Stiles rushed out of the jeep, laughing as he went, and towards Beacon Hills High School, leaving Scott to follow and Derek to simply sit in the front seat, glaring at Stiles as his form disappeared among the crowd of students.
Ugh.
Cheeto breath.
