"Hey, I'm cooking! Go away if you want that pasta to be actually tasty."
"Are you saying I have a bad influence on your pasta making?"
"Exactly." Stiles smiled at Derek, who smiled a bit, amused.
"And how is that?" he asked, wrapping his hands around Stiles' waist.
"Your ugliness is disturbing me." Stiles teased and turned his face to place a kiss on Derek's cheek.
"Idiot." Derek smiled and walked away, letting Stiles making pasta alone with his thoughts.
Just when Stiles finished making the pasta, his phone buzzed. It was Scott.
"Who is it?" Derek asked from the other room. Stiles forgot he has those super creepy alpha powers.
"Scott." Stiles said and read the massage Scott send him.
'Dude, I know you're with your BF and stuff but I need you NOW. And Derek needs to come too.'
"Derek!" Stiles yelled from the kitchen. "Scott needs us! He said it has to be now!" he added while he was texting Scott they were on their way.
"Do you have your jeep keys here?" Derek asked, grabbing a can of soda from the fridge.
"I was hoping you'll give me a piggybag."