Hey guys, this is my first Teen Wolf fanfic, so please don't be too harsh. Constructive criticism is welcomed, though.
So this is an AU where Derek lives with Jackson and Lydia. He is a wolf, but Stiles knows nothing about wolves or anything. In this, Stiles is about 18 and Derek is about 21. The Hale fire happened, but Peter and Laura were both killed. Hope you enjoy
"Do I seriously have to do this?" Stiles grumbled into the phone, pulling on his red hoodie over his Iron Man shirt.
"Yes, Stiles. You seriously have to do this. I'm not asking much of you; just take the guy out to a movie. He's driving Jackson and I crazy, we just need one night of freedom from Derek. Alright?" said Lydia.
"Fine," Stiles mumbled, grabbing his keys and wallet and stuffing them into his pockets. "But you are so making this up to me."
Lydia chuckled. "We'll see what I can do."
Stiles went down the stairs. He saw the Sheriff sitting on the couch, channel surfing, trying to pretend he didn't have a packet of chips at his side. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Bye, dad, I'm going out for my date now. And don't even think about eating more chips, because if you do I will sit your sorry ass down and force feed you salad," Stiles called, slipping out of the door.
As Stiles made his way to the Jeep, he absentmindedly fiddled with his outfit, picking at a loose thread of cotton. With his Iron Man tee and red hoodie, he wore some faded blue skinny jeans and his red converse. He had a pair in every colour, which he wore everywhere.
A few days back, over coffee, Lydia had talked Stiles into taking her and Jackson's semi-hermit roommate on a date so that they could have some… alone time without being interrupted. Stiles had begrudgingly agreed. I mean, when Lydia Martin asked you to do something, you sure as hell did it. She had the whole town wrapped around her dainty little finger, and could have your reputation shredded in less than five seconds. Not to mention her boyfriend is built like a monster truck.
It's well known that it's unwise to fuck with Lydia Martin.
Stiles pulled up outside the apartment block that Lydia was currently residing in. It was situated in the nicer part of Beacon Hills, but Stiles didn't expect any less. Both Lydia and Jackson were set for life, and he'd assumed Derek would be pretty loaded, too. From his experience, rich people tended to hang out with rich people. The only reason Lydia even talked to Stiles was because his best friend, Scott McCall, had been close with Jackson in high school, both playing on the lacrosse team. Stiles played as well, so by association, Stiles was no longer untouchable.
Stiles walked up to the door and rung the bell. After a few seconds and muffled sounds of Lydia yelling, Derek answered the door, dressed fashionably, but comfortably. He wore a dark grey shirt that showed off his defined muscles and, had opted for skinny jeans. The black of Derek's jeans matched his hair nicely, and made his green eyes stand out. He wore black hi-tops.
Stiles was taken aback by the man's appearance. Hadn't Lydia said he never went out? God, if Stiles looked like that… let's say, he wouldn't be single. Like, ever.
"Hey, I'm Stiles. Derek, I presume?" said Stiles, trying to attain a look of calm.
"Hi, Stiles. Yeah, I'm Derek," said Derek, smiling widely and extending his hand. God, that smile could melt butter.
Stiles accepted his hand and shook it with enthusiasm. "Are you ready to go?" asked Stiles, gesturing to the Jeep. "Our carriage waits."
Derek chuckled. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. What're we seeing?"
"Dude, is that even a question? Iron Man three, all the way," scoffed Stiles, gesturing to his shirt.
"Ah, a Marvel fan. Cool, I've been looking forward to it for ages," Derek said.
Stiles offered Derek his arm. "Shall we go?"
Derek laughed, the sound clear and melodic. "Sure."
Stiles led Derek to the car, opening the door for him when they reached it.
"A gentleman," observed Derek, his smile wide and toothy.
"I'm nothing if not chivalrous," replied Stiles, grinning.
Thank god, he had a sense of humour. If there was one thing that Stiles could not stand, it was someone without a sense of humour.
He closed the door after Derek and jogged around to his door. He started the car and peeled away from the sidewalk.
He handed Derek the iPod connected to the speaker system he had put in last summer.
"As a general rule in this baby, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. But, since it is your first trip in my baby, I will graciously offer you the chance to pick the music. On one condition," said Stiles, his face taking on a serious expression.
"Which is?" asked Derek, looking up from the list of songs.
"Don't hate. This is a hate free zone," said Stiles, gesturing around the car. "With that in mind, you may proceed."
He took a good minute to decide, his eyebrows furrowed while he chewed on his lip. Derek smiled and chose a song. As he sat back he looked at Stiles, to gage his reaction.
Therapy by All Time Low blasted through the speakers. Stiles grinned, and Derek smiled. He slouched in his seat and tapped the beat with his fingers.
"This was my favourite song for ages," admitted Stiles. "Back when I had really bad ADHD, I used to listen to this and it'd calm me down."
"Mine, too," sighed Derek. "I used to go to therapy, back when…"
Derek let the sentence fall, smile slipping from his face.
"It's alright, if you don't want to talk about it," said Stiles, reaching out to touch Derek's arm. "It sucks when people press you to talk about things you don't want to."
Derek smiled thankfully. "Who was it for you?"
Stiles was taken aback at the question. "H-how'd you know?" he stammered.
"People don't talk like that unless they've experienced it, you know? There's that saying, 'the loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.' I'm just saying here, Stiles, but your smile is pretty damn bright," said Derek.
"My mom," sighed Stiles. "I was little. It was cancer. No biggie. But, back up a minute, are you attempting to compliment me? Because if so, it totally worked. My ego is appeased."
Derek laughed. Though the song kept playing, there was an awkward silence for the first time that night. Soon enough, they were at the cinema. Stiles opened Derek's door and offered the very muscly man his arm. Derek rolled his eyes, but was smiling as he accepted the arm.
Stiles bought the tickets and headed straight for the confectionary section, tugging on Derek's hand to hurry him. Derek chuckled, shook his head and hurried after the enthusiastic boy. Stiles decided to restrict his sugar intake so he could function enough to drive the car back to Lydia's, so he only got a pack of Twizzlers, some popcorn and a Coke. He told Derek to pick whatever he wanted, but he said he'd share Stiles' popcorn, so he only got a Coke.
They headed to the checkout and Stiles frowned when he saw the lady serving them check out Derek's ass. To mark his territory, Stiles slid his hand around Derek's and intertwined their fingers. Derek gave him a questioning look, which slipped into a smile pretty quickly.
They got into their seats as the ads were finishing. They watched the movie in peace, Derek smiling fondly whenever Stiles gasped or hid his eyes between his fingers. They spent most of the movie holding hands. At one point, Stiles rested his head against Derek's arm, and Derek felt warmth spread through the limb and smiled.
'Thank god for Lydia, and her match-making skills,' thought Derek, sighing contentedly.
Once the movie was over, Stiles drove Derek back to Lydia's. He walked Derek up to the door.
"So, do you-" started Stiles.
"I was thinking-" said Derek at the same time.
The two giggled awkwardly and Derek cleared his throat.
"So, Derek, can I get your number?" asked Stiles, blushing.
"Sure," said Derek, accepting Stiles' phone and punching in his number.
"I had fun tonight," said Stiles, biting on his lip, looking up at Derek. There were only a few inches between the two, but Stiles still had to look slightly up to see Derek.
"Me too," agreed Derek, smiling.
"Well, I'll call you," said Stiles, turning to head towards the car. He hesitated, turning around and kissing Derek on the cheek before walking back to his Jeep and waving awkwardly. Derek chuckled.
Stiles drove home and collapsed on his bed, still fully clothed. He fell asleep to the thoughts of Derek's warm hands and crooked smile.
So that was my first attempt at Sterek, hopefully it was too horrible. And yes, there was a supernatural reference, shoot me. *just by the way I got All Time Low from season 2 finale, Stiles has an All Time Low poster*