AN: Okay, so this is the brainchild of my awesome friend Snarling-Stilinski and I. Hope you guys have as much fun reading it as we had writing it!
Disclaimer: We own nothing! Except for our slightly pervy minds, that is. But you can't sue us for that! :P
"Why am I here again?" Derek asked Scott as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest.
"Because," Scott began as he ceased his typing, turning around in his chair to face the surly werewolf. "Stiles is coming over, and I want to finally introduce you guys."
"Why?" Derek complained, furrowing his brow in annoyance.
"Well, for starters, he's my best friend," Scott replied, sounding a little offended by Derek's lack of interest. "And I really think you'll like him."
"I doubt that," Derek said despondently, looking out the window.
"Come on, Der. Don't be such a sourpuss!" Scott told him, putting on a pout of his own. He let out a sigh before returning his attention to his laptop, realizing that he wasn't going to get anything more out of his brother.
Derek had no idea why Scott was forcing him to meet this Stiles person. He knew that Derek despised any form of social contact whatsoever, and he knew that he especially hated meeting new people. Derek was a loner, and he still felt very much out of place in this new setting he found himself in, even though it's been nearly three months since he came to live with Scott and his mom after his father died. He turned out to be Scott's father as well, something the dying man told his son just before passing on.
The eighteen year old shook his head for a moment, trying to rid his mind of the painful memories that were still plaguing him. He was just about to think of an excuse to leave as he heard a car pulling up the driveway.
"Great, Stiles is here," Scott exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and making his way downstairs. Derek let out another sigh before deciding to tag along, knowing that Scott would never forgive him if he just disappeared into his room again like he usually does.
He made his way down to the living room as well, watching from the bottom few steps as the front door swung open.
Stiles stood anxiously at the other side of the door for a moment. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about meeting his best friend's new brother. Taking into account Scott's description of the boy, he sounded pretty sour. But a promise is a promise, and Stiles never broke one of those. He took in a deep breath before stepping inside.
After greeting his best friend with a quick man hug, he noticed the unfamiliar face at the bottom of the stairs. A dark face. A beautiful face.
He stood up straight and smiled slightly at the older boy. "Hello," he nearly whispered, trying to hide the slight intimidation he felt.
Derek looked at the boy who stood in front of the doorway, trying to sum him up. He wasn't quite sure if he was imagining it or not, but he could've sworn that this Stiles person was staring at him. He decided to make his way down the steps and introduce himself formally, considering that Scott's mom was in the room as well. He couldn't exactly be rude in the presence of the woman who was housing him. He approached the two boys, slightly confused by the look of bemusement on Stiles' face.
"Stiles, this is Derek," Scott said excitedly as he gestured towards his brother.
"Pleased to meet you," Derek stated politely, extending his hand towards the rather peculiar boy before him.
Stiles had hardly heard Scott as he introduced the two. Out of all of things he'd been told about this Derek character, it never came up how truly gorgeous he was. He found himself lost in the curve of Derek's jaw, the stubble shading his chin and cheeks, the beautiful teal of his eyes...
Stiles wasn't aware of how long he must have been looking at Derek. The only thing he could remember was the sound of an awkward cough from Mrs McCall snapping his thoughts back into the right place.
He smiled and tried to hide his blushing, "Uh, nice to meet you, Derek." He said, taking the older teen's hand in his.
A rush of something flew through him with the contact. He couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. It kind of reminded him of the rush he'd expect himself to get from touching Lydia. But this definitely wasn't Lydia's hand that he was holding.
Derek smiled awkwardly as he let go of Stiles' hand. He had absolutely no idea why this Stiles boy was blushing. And Mrs McCall's cough was completely lost on him as well. He just shook off the weirdness of the situation he found himself in, not really in the mood to think.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you guys to it, then," Derek told them, offering them a small goodbye smile.
"Wait, aren't you gonna hang out with us?" Scott asked just as Derek was about to leave, sounding a bit disappointed. He looked over at Stiles, mentally asking his friend for backup.
"Yeah, hang out for a while!" Stiles said before he could stop himself, suddenly wanting to spend more time with Derek for some reason. "Besides, I've gotta make sure you're suitable to be my best friend's brother," he added, trying his best not to sound too desperate. He winked to Scott and elbowed him playfully.
He looked to Derek for his reply, hoping he'd want to spend at least a while longer with them.
Derek looked inquisitively at Stiles, wondering why he seemed so keen on spending time with someone he'd just met. But there was something in his eyes that intrigued him, some sort of strange sparkle that he'd never seen anyone exhibit before. 'Maybe it would be interesting to spend some time with this guy,' he thought to himself. He had to be something special, the way Scott was always going on about him. Right? And besides, how could anyone say no to the sad puppy-dog look on his brother's face.
"I guess I could hang for a while," Derek told them, offering Stiles a half-smile.
Scott's face immediately lit up at the words, like a little boy who had just gotten his way. He turned to Stiles before asking him: "So, what are we doing today?"
"Normally Scott and I practice lacrosse," he explained to Derek, "but I don't think you'll be into watching that." He turned to Scott. "It doesn't really matter much to me. I've got video games, or we could go out somewhere, whatever you guys prefer." He paused before turning back to the older teen. "What do you like to do, Derek?"
He thought about Stiles' question for a while, not sure about how he should answer it. He couldn't exactly tell him the truth, since his favourite activity was hunting in the woods. Not even Scott knew that Derek was a werewolf yet, so telling a perfect stranger was completely out of the question. Derek pondered for a while longer, trying to come up with a suitable reply.
"How about pizza and a movie?" he suggested, thinking that that was a relatively normal thing for teenage boys to do.
Scott seemed to light up at the suggestion, but maybe it was just because Derek actually agreed to do something with them. "Yeah, we could totally crash at Stiles' place. Your dad is still out of town, right?" he asked, looking over at his best friend.
Stiles nodded to his friend. His dad was indeed out of town, and surely he wouldn't mind if Stiles invited a few people over. Besides, his dad had left money on the counter for him to order out if he wanted. "That sounds great!" he grinned.
Hopefully Derek was okay with action movies. Like superheroes. Those were Stiles' favorite.
"Do you have a movie here?" He asked Scott, "Or are we going to rent one from the place down the street?"
"We've already watched everything I own way too many times," Scott complained. "I'm in the mood for something new. A horror, maybe. You up for it, Der?"
"Yeah, horrors are cool," Derek replied, not wanting to down his brother's mood. Truth be told, he was actually more in the mood for an action movie, but he didn't want to come across as being fussy.
"Alright then, let's go!" Scott exclaimed, making his way out the front door. "Bye mom!"
Derek offered Stiles an apologetic smile for his brother's exuberant behaviour before following the overly excited teenager outside.
Stiles offered that they take his Jeep and teased Scott that he'll just have to owe him for gas.
He was pretty excited to watch a movie. It might not have been his first choice, but he and Scott always had a blast laughing together at the gore scenes. Hopefully Derek wouldn't find them irritating and childish while doing it.
He clicked the unlock button on his keys and walked towards the driver's door. "Who wants shotgun? You've got five seconds to call it!" he said playfully.
Part of him wanted Scott to call it first, because he was his best friend. The kid he grew up with. The kid he actually knew. Another part of him wanted Derek to call it. He wanted to get to know him better. To smell the cologne he wore. To be physically close to him.
He tried shaking the thoughts from his mind, telling himself 'this is Scott's brother. Stop it, that's wrong.'
"Actually, why don't you guys go on ahead without me?" Scott said distractedly, looking at something on his phone. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Probably another text from Allison," Derek said as he rolled his eyes slightly, watching his brother jog down the road.
"Wait, Scott! Are you still going to watch the movie?" he yelled after his friend, sighing when he realized he was already too far down the road.
He got inside of the car and watched as Derek did the same, sliding onto the seat beside him, "Excuse the Jeep, it's a bit of a mess. Scott and I practically live in this thing."
"No worries," Derek reassured him as he offered Stiles a polite smile. "Scott's room looks a lot worse."
Stiles laughed, knowing that was full of truth.
Stiles sat a moment before starting the car. "Derek," He paused and looked down at his lap. "Do you really want to watch a movie? We could do something else." It sounded so odd having only just met Derek, but maybe they could bond.
Derek was a little taken aback by Stiles' question. What else could the two of them possibly do together, having just met five minutes ago? But he actually found himself liking the idea. Stiles seemed like an interesting person to get to know better.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked him, intrigued by the awkward look on the sixteen year old's face.
Stiles had hoped Derek would have an idea. As far as he knew the two had absolutely nothing in common.
"Well," he began, looking up to meet Derek's expectant gaze. "I don't know, I guess we could just go hang out somewhere?" he suggested. "Not necessarily do anything, just get to know each other? I guess we'll be spending a lot of time together since I'm over at your house all of the time."
Derek let out a small laugh at Stiles' comment. It was true; he pretty much lived there.
"Well, I could always show you my secret hideout in the woods," Derek offered. He wasn't really sure why he did, though. There was just something about Stiles that made him feel comfortable. He really felt as though he could trust this kid.
Stiles grinned. Either Derek lied and it wasn't secret and everyone knew about it, or Derek might've for some odd reason decided to share something personal with him. Either way, he felt honored. "Ooh, a secret? Sure you can trust me with something like that?"
"I hope so," Derek said, slightly as a warning, but it also brought about a sense of vulnerability. Which was very unusual indeed. Derek Hale never showed his vulnerable side to anyone. What was it about this boy that made him so at ease with himself? Why was he prepared to share things with him that no one else even knew about, even though he was a perfect stranger?
He offered Stiles a small smile as he tried to figure this out before the two of them set off, driving towards the general vicinity of the woods.
Stiles stopped his car in front of the woods just as Derek had instructed. He was nervous; he felt like he needed Scott there just to release some of his built-up tension. But if Scott were with them, then he wouldn't have Derek all to himself anymore. He tried to calm himself, taking a deep breath before opening his door.
They both stepped from the Jeep and Stiles walked around the front to meet Derek on the other side. "Lead the way!" he grinned.
Derek couldn't help but smile at the grin Stiles was giving him. There was just something about his carefree personality that caught Derek's attention. The two of them were almost exact opposites. Like day and night. Like sunshine and rain. Like fire and ice.
Derek started making his way towards the trees, indicating for Stiles to follow him. They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, neither of them really sure about what to say. Derek had absolutely no idea why, but he actually found himself feeling nervous. He actually wanted this Stiles kid to like him. And not just because he was his brother's best friend.
Stiles decided that it was time to break the silence. He was having a hard time thinking of something to say, though, and every time he'd open his mouth to try and speak, nothing but complete silence came out. So he would just occasionally clear his throat and continue following at Derek's side, the silent cloud hanging above them still perfectly intact.
He checked his phone to see if Scott had tried explaining his sudden disappearance, but there was nothing.
Clearing his throat one more time, he finally spoke: "So how far is this secret place of yours?"
"Just a few more minutes," Derek replied, expertly navigating his way through the thick forestation.
And true to his word, they finally arrived at their destination about five minutes later. Stiles found himself standing in front of a rather eerie-looking abandoned cabin that looked like it was about to fall apart any second.
"Don't worry," Derek told him reassuringly, noticing the worry in his eyes. "I promise it won't collapse on that pretty little head of yours."
'Wait, what the hell did I just say?' Derek thought to himself, desperately wanting to slap his palm to his face.
Stiles was taken aback a bit. Those were definitely the last words he'd expect to hear from Derek's mouth. He smiled as he looked back to the secret spot Derek had just introduced him to, and it was beautiful. He loved it. It was the coolest thing he'd ever seen in the woods. "It's fantastic," he gaped. "How'd you find this place?"
"Well," he started, taking a moment to salvage the memory from his mind. "My family used to live nearby, so I pretty much grew up in these woods. After my mom died, I just couldn't handle being anywhere near the house anymore, so I just left. I wandered aimlessly through the woods until I came across this place, and I ended up living here for a couple of months."
Stiles never expected the story to be so depressing. "Are you serious?" He said more as a statement rather than a question. "Wow." He let his voice fall to a whisper. "I'm really sorry," he said, facing Derek. "I know what it's like to have lost a mother. My mom died a few years ago." He paused for a few moments before continuing. "It's hard, 'ya know?"
He immediately tried to steer the conversation in a happier direction, though, not really giving Derek much time to answer anything he'd just said. "You lived here, huh?" He looked back in amazement to the torn up shed. "Didn't you have anywhere else to go? What about cold weather? And storms and wild animals and creepy homeless men wandering around?" He ended up rambling a bit, "I bet most people thought you were a homeless creepy man."
"Wow, you really have a way with words," Derek said, laughing at the younger teen. "But no one ever comes near this place. It's one of the reasons I like it so much. It lets me get away from the world every once in a while."
Derek sat down on the ancient-looking sofa in the middle of the room, waiting for Stiles to take a seat as well.
Stiles was a bit jealous. The best spot he had to himself was his room. He sat beside Derek and continued to look around. The place looked so old, so beaten up and broken, but it had this charm to it that made it seem like it could feel very much like a home.
"A secret place has to have secret things," Stiles began, voicing his thoughts. "What do you keep here? Anything interesting? Or illeg21al?" He tested the trust they had which seemed to form pretty quickly. He's been feeling the need to form a close bond with someone new. Not that anything was wrong with Scott, Scott was nearly perfect in anything he could need in a friend. It's just the feeling of starting new with someone else. Someone to share your secrets with who doesn't already know your life story.
Derek didn't answer right away. It seemed as though he was deep in thought, asking himself whether it was such a good idea to be opening up to Stiles so quickly. The two of them had hardly spent an hour together, and Derek already felt that he could tell this guy his deepest secrets.
"Can I ask you something?" Derek began nervously, moving a little closer to Stiles. He paused for a few moments before going on. "Is it just me, or is there some kind of strange bond forming between us? I mean, I haven't felt this comfortable with anyone in... well, ever."
Stiles noticed Derek scoot closer to him, causing his heart to race a little. Although Derek was insanely handsome, he looked as though he could tear someone apart with no effort at all. It was kind of intimidating to be sitting this close to him.
The question caught him off guard as well, although he'd been wondering the exact same thing. It was an odd question to hear out loud. "Well," he began, "maybe it's because I've heard so much about you and you about me?" he suggested.
"Maybe," Derek replied, looking away dejectedly. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason he expected a different reply from Stiles. A more heartfelt one.
Neither of them said anything for a while, the deafening silence just serving to worsen the awkward situation that had unfolded. But Derek refused to break it. Whatever he'd say would just end up making the situation worse. He wasn't thinking straight at all. And he was actually kind of nervous. Why the heck did Stiles make him so nervous?
Stiles felt the awkwardness in the room as well. He almost wished Scott were there to help him out. To break the stupid silence. But Scott wasn't there, so it was up to Stiles to step up to the plate. "20 questions." It wasn't a question, but more a command. It would be a great way to get to know each other if Derek was up for it.
Derek gave him a surprised look. He definitely wasn't expecting that. But he decided to just go along with it, knowing that he'd be able to find out a few key things if he asked the right questions.
"Alright," he began, pausing for a few moments to think of a suitable first question. "What's your favorite color?"
"Purple!" Stiles said happily, knowing full well that it wasn't a very manly color. But it was his favorite color none the less.
"Most embarrassing moment?" Stiles said, deciding to make it a bit more personal.
Derek chuckled lightly as he seemed to remember something. "Well, this one time, during my junior year in high school, I accidentally dropped a piece of pizza into some random girl's handbag. So I tried to take it out before she could notice, but of course she caught me right when I stuck my hand inside."
He smiled in remembrance before moving on to his second question. "How many girls have you been with?"
Stiles chuckled at Derek's story before answering. "Well," he started, thinking back. "Only one. For like a week. We were in second grade, so it was kid stuff." He shrugged it off. "First kiss?"
"Jenny Cartwright, eighth grade. Yours?"
"My very first kiss, when I was pretty young, was with my friend named Peter. We were in like kindergarten," he said shyly. Even though his first kiss was with a boy, it didn't really bother him. He just hoped that it wouldn't bother Derek either.
The older teen smiled. Partly because Stiles had shared one of his secrets with him, and partly because it was exactly what he wanted to hear. "So, you like boys then?" Derek asked inquisitively, looking Stiles in the eye.
Stiles looked down to his lap quickly. He did. He liked boys, but he liked girls too, his crush Lydia being the prime example. But he couldn't say yes. Not out loud at least. He shrugged while still looking down and nodded his head slightly.
"Hey, it's nothing to feel ashamed about," Derek told him reassuringly, placing a comforting hand on his back. "People are people. If you like someone, it shouldn't matter what gender they are. As long as they make you happy."
"I agree," he replied, looking back up. "Sometimes I just feel awkward saying it. I'm not sure why though. It's not like I feel like I'll be judged or whatever. There's this boy, Danny, in school who's out and proud, and everyone loves him. I'm not even totally gay really, I like girls. I do. Girls are great. There are just some things about certain guys that I like." He spoke so jittery and quick he needed a minute to stop and breathe. "I just feel kinda lonely," he admitted.
Derek felt bad for Stiles. He didn't want him to dwell on such depressing grounds any longer, so he decided to change the subject.
"Alright, your turn," Derek told him, smiling sympathetically.
"Oh, right." He'd forgotten. "Uh," he knew what he wanted to ask. He just hated awkward moments. And what he had in mind was a very awkward question. He decided to just suck it up and go for it. If anything went wrong he could live life avoiding Derek as best as he could. He sighed slightly before opening his mouth to speak: "If I tried to kiss you right now, what would you do?" He wasn't even sure if Derek liked men, let alone someone like himself. It was a risky question, but hopefully one that would pay off. He closed his eyes and looked away, not wanting to see Derek's face as he answered.
"I guess I'd have to kiss you back," Derek replied, smiling at the younger teen.
Stiles opened his eyes quickly and looked back at Derek in disbelief, making sure that this wasn't some kind of joke. And it wasn't, Derek looked completely serious. He had just given Stiles permission to kiss him. 'Okay,' he thought to himself, 'I can do this. Or can I? Wait, how the hell do I do this?' He overcame his mental turmoil and leaned in quickly, closed eyes and flushed face, and placed an awkward peck of a kiss on Derek's lips.
Derek chuckled lightly as Stiles pulled away. Even though that had been the most awkward kiss he had ever experienced, he actually quite liked it.
"Now how about I give you a real one?" he asked the flustered teen, seeing as it was his turn again.
"I think I'd like that," Stiles murmured and leaned his head towards Derek again. His face was still bright red with embarrassment.
Derek closed the distance between their lips, absolutely loving the feeling as they came together once more. The kiss was slow and experimental at first, but Stiles soon opened his mouth and allowed Derek's tongue entrance. The older teen seized the opportunity fully, exploring every crevice that Stiles' mouth had to offer. They eventually had to pull away for air, pretty much gasping for it when they finally did.
Derek smiled at Stiles. He couldn't believe that he had just kissed his brother's best friend like that. Especially after not even wanting to meet him in the first place. He chuckled lightly before opening his mouth to speak. "So, was I as good as Peter?"
Stiles laughed. "Hm, not quite. That Peter really knew his stuff," he teased. "But I'll give you another shot to try and improve, though," he winked. He pushed his lips onto Derek's this time and inhaled his scent through his nose. He brought his hand to the back of Derek's neck and pulled him in even closer, if that were even possible. He couldn't believe he was doing this to his best friend's brother. The guy he'd literally just met two hours ago.
Derek liked this assertive side of Stiles. Never in a million years would he have imagined that he would allow anyone, let alone another guy, to take control of him like that. But Stiles was different. He was special. Derek would let Stiles do absolutely anything to him right now. He kissed him back passionately, loving the feeling of Stiles' tongue battling his own for dominance. His hands were travelling up and down Stiles' back, occasionally entangling themselves in his amazingly soft brown locks. They eventually pulled away again after kissing for what felt like hours, with Derek smiling contentedly.
"If that wasn't better than your kiss with Peter, then I'll be damned," he said jokingly, staring into Stiles' hazel brown eyes.
Stiles laughed. "Peter who?" he joked, nearly out of breath. His phone vibrated in his pocket, distracting him from Derek's eyes. It was a text from Scott, telling him that he's back and asking where he and Derek had disappeared to. "Scott's back, he's looking for us," Stiles said as he finished reading the text. "I guess we should head back?"
"Or..." Derek said, a mischievous smile forming on his face. "We could just stay here for a while."
He leaned in for another kiss before reluctantly pulling away as his phone started ringing.
"Where the heck are you guys?" Scott asked worriedly, his voice sounding scratchy through the speaker.
"Don't worry, we'll be back in a few," he told him before hanging up. "Oh well, guess we really should be heading back," Derek sighed.
"I guess so," Stiles stood. "But I'm definitely game for coming back here again!" He tapped Derek's shoulder playfully.
Derek smiled at him before standing up as well. "I'd like that."
He started making his way outside, with Stiles following close behind. They reached the Jeep a few minutes later, beginning the drive back home.
Derek turned to Stiles as they came to a standstill in front of the younger teen's house, where Scott was waiting for them. "So," he started a little awkwardly. "Should we tell Scott how well we got to know each other?"
"No," Stiles said quickly before explaining himself. "I'm sure he'd be okay with it, but not now. It's too soon, let's just wait a while. I'm sure he'll have his comments about the fact that this is the first day we've met. God, just saying it makes me sound like a whore." He huffed a laugh at himself before continuing. "Come on, let's just stick with telling him that we're already close friends." He opened his door and stepped outside, waiting for Derek to do so as well.
"So I guess I can't have one last kiss then?" Derek asked seductively as he made his way around the car to stand next to Stiles.
"There you are!" Scott's voice came booming down the driveway, causing the two of them to jerk away from each other. "Where the hell have you guys been?"
"We just hung out," Derek told him, trying to sound convincing.
Scott looked at them suspiciously before deciding to let it go. "Since you guys took forever to get here, I went ahead and rented The Collection. Hope that's okay."
Derek just nodded before following his brother inside. "Nice place you got here," he said as soon as they were inside, turning to Stiles.
"Thanks," he replied. "It's my dad's, though, so try not to mess it up too badly." He looked over at Scott, indicating that his words were directed solely at him. "But trust me, although my dad is sheriff, he's not a scary guy, even when screaming to clean up empty pizza boxes at two in the morning," he continued, turning his attention back to Derek. He led the two into the living room, where he watched as Scott made his way to the TV to insert the movie.
Derek took the corner seat on the couch as Scott plopped himself down on the other end, leaving the middle cushion for Stiles. Derek smiled as he saw the awkward look on Stiles' face, trying his best not to give Scott any reason for suspicion.
"You sure you don't want the middle seat?" Stiles asked Scott, giving him the chance to sit between the two people he knew best.
"Nah, I'm good," Scott replied. "This way you can grab onto Derek when you get scared and not bruise my arm again."
Stiles laughed. "Aw come on, Scott, you know I just do it to mess with 'ya! I'm not scared." He looked over at Derek before continuing. "Definitely not scared."
Derek chuckled at Stiles' comment, thinking it was cute that he was being so defensive. He gave him a knowing smile, turning his head towards the TV as the movie began.
Sure enough, as soon as the first person was cut into tiny strips of meat, Stiles was clearly rattled. Derek noticed the look of terror on his face, so he offered his hand to the younger teen, making sure that Scott wouldn't be able to notice from his viewpoint. He smiled as he felt Stiles' fingers intertwine with his, and felt content every time he felt the boy's grip tighten as more and more people were gruesomely killed off.
Stiles was constantly worried that Scott would see their hands, though. He glanced at his best friend every other minute, only to find him completely lost and intrigued in the images on the screen. He then looked to Derek, who was also focused on the film, squeezing his hand tighter.
Derek glanced over at Stiles, giving him an inquisitive look. The movie had taken a boring turn, and there was absolutely nothing that could have frightened him. Except if he had a fear of boredom, maybe. He looked at him expectantly, mentally asking him what was up.
Stiles just smiled at him, letting him know it was merely an affectionate squeeze. Something the surly teen definitely wasn't used to.
Stiles looked back over to Scott a few minutes later. "How late do you two plan on staying? My dad should be home in an hour or so. Not that I mind it that you're here, of course, I'm just giving you guys a friendly heads-up."
"I dunno," Scott replied absentmindedly, his mind completely focused on the TV screen. "I guess we'll leave when the movie's done."
Derek frowned at his brother's reply. He wanted to spend more time with Stiles. But he couldn't exactly shout out his desire to stay longer without giving rise to suspicion. So he just decided to make the most of the last half hour he had left with his new infatuation, squeezing his hand back affectionately as well.
Stiles couldn't help but feel that he was irritating Scott. He shut his mouth, slid back into the couch cushion and focused his eyes on the movie. In his head he made several comments to the movie, things like, "eeuw, ick, that's disgusting, that's unsanitary, she's kinda cute, oh my god, what kind of hair style is that?" and so on.
Derek noticed the faces Stiles was pulling, causing him to chuckle lightly.
After the end credits started to roll a few minutes later, Scott got up from the couch, stretching and yawning. "Well, guess we'll be leaving then," he said after he was done, waiting for Derek to get up from his seat as well.
Stiles let go of Dereks hand and stood, stretching. "You can leave the movie, I'll return it tomorrow."
Derek stood as well, and the three of them made their way towards the front door.
"Guess I'll see you on Monday?" Scott asked, turning to Stiles.
"Of course!" He extended a hand to Derek, "It was nice meeting you, Derek."
"You too," he replied as he shook Stiles' hand, trying to look as non-chalant as he possibly could.
"Later!" Scott said happily as he made his way out the door, with Derek following close behind. "So, what do you think of Stiles?" Scott asked his brother when they were a few houses down the street.
"He's... interesting," Derek replied, thinking it was the best answer he could give without letting something drop. "I can see why the two of you are so close."
"Yeah, he's a really great guy. I just wish he could find a girlfriend, you know?"
Derek looked a little confused, so Scott decided to elaborate. "I can tell that he's lonely. And I feel really bad every time I have to drop him to hang out with Allison. I just want him to have someone besides me to hang out with."
Derek nodded in understanding. They continued to walk in silence for a while before Derek finally decided to voice what he was thinking. "I could always keep him company," he suggested, looking over at his younger brother.
"You would do that?" Scott asked him, donning a shocked expression which soon changed to a smile.
"Sure," Derek told him, not wanting to sound too eager. "He's a pretty cool kid."
"Thanks, Der," Scott replied, playfully punching his brother in the arm.
Stiles shut the door and cleaned up the living room a bit. He went to his room and waited for his dad to get home so that they could do their usual routine of 'How was work?' 'Fine, how was school?' 'Fine,' followed by their usual 'Well, good night.'
He eventually fell asleep thinking of Derek, despite trying to stop himself from doing so. He didn't want to fall for Derek. He wanted to fall for Lydia. Or another girl. He wanted to be normal, like the other kids. Like Scott.
Derek headed straight for his room when he and Scott got back. He didn't even bother taking his shoes off, he just plunged face-first into his pillow. He was absolutely exhausted, although he wasn't exactly quite sure why. He thought of Stiles right before he fell asleep. Of how incredibly uncharacteristic it was for him to let someone get close to him so easily. Especially a complete stranger. Especially a guy.
He drifted off into a peaceful slumber a few minutes later, still unable to figure out what exactly it was about the younger teen that fascinated him so.
