"Hey, Danny?"
Stiles is being annoying. A shocking development, yes. He has been pestering Danny for the good part of an hour, saying his name on the minute, every minute. Years of Stiles have taught Danny not to bother turning around in his desk to answer whatever inane question Stiles had this time. And so Danny focuses on his Spanish work. Or is it chemistry? Realising he has no idea what the lesson is anyway, he surrenders the remainder of his focus with a sigh.
"What do you want, Stiles?" Danny asks, obviously irritated but tilting his head back a little to more easily hear Stiles' answer.
"I need your advice." Stiles hisses, eyes raking over to where Lydia sits two rows over, not paying them the slightest bit attention.
"And Scott can't help? Or Lydia?"
"I don't think they'd really approve…"Stiles mutters, looking a bit… Ashamed? Danny can't really tell. But hey, Danny doesn't want to know. He really doesn't. He's not curious at all.
"Oh god, Stiles, what is it?" That wasn't what he meant to say, but now he's asked…
"I sort of fancy this guy? He's a bit older, and he's not really very well liked, but he's like really pretty?" Stiles says almost hesitantly, which is weird for anyone who has ever heard him wax poetic about Lydia's hair to listen to.
"Um, well, is he nice?" Danny is so, so out of his depth.
"Sort of. To me, at least. I think he's being nice anyway?" Stiles asks, he asks, and Danny regrets giving up on the lesson to hear this.
"Stiles, if you don't know if he's being nice, then I think he probably isn't. Who is it anyway? A friend of Scott's or Lydia's, I guess?" Stiles snorts at that.
"No, no. They really don't like him, and I suppose they're pretty justified. But yeah, no, I think he is nice to me? He's just really sarcastic and I love that, but he like, looks out for me and stuff? I don't know." Danny thinks stiles might be blushing. It's weird.
"Okay, well, I suppose if you think it's worth it, go for it? But seriously, is it anyone I know?" Danny supposes he may as well get something to gossip about out of this. Although Lydia must already know, so everyone will know shortly anyway.
"Um, do you remember Miguel?" Danny's eyes go wide and he splutters a bit. Admittedly, Miguel was very good looking, but that's incest!
"Your cousin!? Stiles, that's so wrong!" Stiles chokes when he hears that and motions for Danny to quieten down. A couple of people are staring at them now, giving Stiles very weird looks.
"No! No, his… His uncle?"
"Stiles, his uncle is your dad? That's even more gross?" Stiles looks torn between throwing up and laughing at that.
"His uncle on the other side, dude. No relation to me. Gross. Eww. This is worse than the time Lydia said my dad was pretty foxy. 'Foxy', ugh."
"Oh. Oh thank god. Your dad is quite nice, I suppose, but so out of bounds for you to think that, dude! So how old is this uncle? Like, is he a young uncle, one of those uncles who are younger than their nieces and nephews or something?"
"Uh, no. He's like thirty… Thirty five?" Stiles looks like he's trying to remember, but Danny shakes his head.
"I think then maybe no? You're still seventeen for another month or so, right? He's more than twice your age, AND Scott and Lydia disapprove? Probably not a good move to try anything."
The bell rings to signify the end of the lesson, and Danny turns back to put his things back in his bag. Stiles is in front of his desk when he turns around, and he winks at Danny with a devilish grin before quietly speaking.
"Too late."
I don't even know what happened here. This doesn't look like my English essay. I haven't slept in a while. Steter is always fantastic but I may have just ruined it. Apologies.
