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Stiles Stilinski was a lot of things. He could be called loyal, clever, innovative and intuitive. He had been called stubborn, sarcastic, forgetful and addle brained. The most important thing that no one knew about Stiles; himself included, was that he was utterly and completely taken for granted.
He was currently flying around his kitchen making the after practice lunch for the others since Derek didn't seem to be in any hurry to build an actual kitchen at his place. Stiles just assumed that the thought of a gas stove or an electrical fire freaked the alpha out. It wasn't a sound idea but that was just how Stiles' mind tended to work. He was now working on auto pilot after helping Scott cram all night for an exam that morning after promising Stiles that he would be 'studying' with Allison the day before. Derek prefers roast beef and hates tomatoes, Jackson throws fits if his crust isn't cut off, Lydia is on an all fruit and veggie detox, Allison wants a veggie wrap and Scott always has whatever Allison is having. Stiles grabbed his laptop and research material before dashing out the door.
Stiles arrived at Derek's house three minutes early and gave himself a pat on the back. He dropped his books and computer on the porch before grabbing the food and drink coolers. He raised his fist to knock on the door only to realize that it had swung open and in its place stood a surly looking alpha.
"You're late." It was succinct and to the point. Stiles just stared with an open mouth.
"I was on time and you don't even have a watch, so how do you know what time it is?" Stiles was rather proud of the fact that he had gotten the statement out before he began to wonder how Derek told time. Did he look at the sun's position in the sky or could he feel it due to some supernatural sense. He'd have to google that-.
Snap! Snap! "Hey, Stiles!" Derek had been snapping his fingers and yelling at stiles for a few seconds while the time issue had taken first priority in his mind.
"I can tell time with my cell just like everyone else and you made it to my door two minutes late! I expect punctuality out of everyone." Derek stalked off into the darkness of the hous and left him staring between the pile of stuff that he'd been hauling between the jeep and porch for the last five minutes. Stiles sighed. It was going to be a long day.