Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
A/N: Can be either seen as slash, pre-slash or just friendship.
"What the hell are you doing?" Derek asked bewildered. Stiles thought it was pretty obvious what he was doing but he was in a good mood so he decided to tell Derek anyways. He moved his legs and arms in back and forth.
"I'm making a snow angel," he said and then stuck out his tongue childishly. He then decided to keep his mouth open to catch the snowflakes that were still lightly falling. The snowflakes fluttered down softly from the gray sky and one of them fell onto the tip of his tongue. Stiles smiled, he loved this.
"There like a half an inch of snow." Derek pointed out like Stiles wasn't aware of this fact. This time, Stiles stuck his tongue out further and made a face at him. Derek rolled his eyes.
"Very mature." Stiles let his tongue back in his mouth because it was getting a little cold and dry.
"It barely snows here. Half an inch is all we're gonna get, so I thought I'd take advantage of the biggest snowfall we're going to get all year. If I want anything bigger I'd have to go into the mountains and that's three hours away," Stiles explained. Sometimes he wished he lived in a colder climate, somewhere where it snowed a lot more often, then he could make real snow angels and snowman. It was some of the stuff he had always wanted to do as a kid but it was never cold enough. Sledding too, that seemed like something that was really fun.
"Do you like snow?" Stiles asked no longer moving his arms and legs and just staring up at the snow that was slowly drifting down from the clouds. Derek moved so that Stiles could no longer see him without moving his head, but he knew that he was still there when Derek said.
"Not particularly."
"Why not?" Stiles asked. He had always loved snow and couldn't understand other people who always complained about it. Well except for driving, he understood that, not that they had that problem much in Beacon Hills with what little snow they got.
"Aren't you cold?" Derek asked instead of answering the question. Stiles nodded.
"That's kind of the point, though, I mean hot chocolate comes next," Stiles told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I lay here until I'm cold enough to really want hot chocolate," Stiles said with a grin.
"How many times have you gotten a cold because of this?" Derek asked.
"Only once or twice...five times at the most," Stiles said. He knew that lying immersed in snow this long wasn't really good for him. In fact, his father had told him to stop doing this, but he only could do this at most 3 times a year and he wanted to make the best of it.
"And that never makes you rethink this?" from the tone of Derek's voice Stiles knew that he found his ritual stupid and unnecessary. Stiles frowned.
"Come down here," he said. Stiles couldn't actually see Derek's face but he could picture it in his head his very...you know Derek look.
"I'm not going down there," Derek said deadpanned after a moment.
"Don't knock it till you try it then," Stiles said, then after a moment, he realized that he actually did want Derek to try it. "Come on," he said with a little bit of a whine, he heard Derek sigh his why-do-associate-with-people-like-this sigh.
"Stiles, I'm not going to sit in a half an inch of snow."
"Come on Derek," Stiles whined again and he heard Derek sigh again, this time, more exasperated. The young teen hid a smile he knew that he was wearing Derek down.
"Will you shut up if I sit down for just a minute?" Derek asked with more than a hint of irritation. Stiles nodded, Derek sighed again and suddenly he was in Stiles's field of vision. The werewolf sat down on the snow and looked at him in his happy?-now-can-I-get-up-way. Boy could that man fit a lot into an expression! Stiles shook his head.
"Lay down, stare at the sky," he insisted. Derek looked at him incredulously like the teen had suggested that they go for a walk on the moon. Stiles just gave him a look of his own, a lay-down-or-I'll-annoy-you-till-you-do look. Apparently, although his threats were different from Derek's threats, he could work them just well as Derek could because Derek huffed in annoyance but laid down. Stiles saw Derek gaze up at the sky and went back to doing it too.
The flakes slowly floated way their way down to the ground where the settled on previous floaters that had made it to the ground. Watching the flakes fall, particularly from their point of view, felt so peaceful. It was like for a moment, no matter whatever crap they were dealing with, that at least for that moment everything was going to be okay.
Stiles looked over at Derek who was still gazing at the falling snow. Stiles took his cell phone out of his pocket after several moments had passed to find that it was well past the minute that Derek had said he was going to stay. Stiles smiled, apparently Derek enjoyed it too.
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