"Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home, all I know is a simple name, everything has changed." Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift & Ed Sheeran.
"This tastes amazing, Derek." A moan nearly escapes Stiles's lips.
He's perched on a bar stool in the café kitchen, going through all the samples and is convinced that he's going to get diabetes soon because of all this sugar. But he can't resist the chocolate cake. It's velvety soft and the layer of caramel butter-cream spread throughout the middle is melting in his mouth.
Stiles has had six different pieces of cake already. And they've all been equally delicious. His stomach feels like it's going to burst after going through the cookies and cream, dark chocolate mint, pineapple, red velvet, sticky date and butterscotch samples. But this milk chocolate and caramel sample seems like it's the perfect flavour for Scott and Allison. He thinks that they'll like it very much.
"I'm glad to hear," Derek replies, the tips of his ears going red.
"Okay, I'm going to ring them up and inform them about my discovery," Stiles says happily, whipping out his phone.
"You go ahead and do that." Derek grabs Stiles's crumb-filled plate from under him and turns to put it in the dishwasher.
Stiles taps his foot impatiently while he waits for Allison to pick up. She's the first one he's going to tell, and then Scott.
"What's up Stiles?" Allison answers, he can hear the background noise of a busy city more than Allison's voice.
"I can barely hear you…" Stiles talks into the phone loudly. "It's about the cake-tasting, I'm at the cake-tasting."
"Sorry- hang on, I'm about to enter my hotel- wait a sec." Allison pauses. "Okay, can you hear better now?"
"Yeah," Stiles says. "I can. So there's this amazing chocolate cake I just tried. It had this mouth-watering caramel butter-cream- and I think it's going to taste amazing under all that white fondant."
"Ooh sounds good. A few of my relatives have nut allergies so tell Derek not to expose it around any form of nuts." Allison replies.
"Oh my god," Stiles smirks, letting out a snort. "Yeah, I'll be sure to let him know not to expose it around any form of nuts."
"Oh shut up," comes Allison's embarrassed tone. "You know perfectly well what I meant."
"Sure I did. Okay, so I got the all clear from you?" Stiles continues laughing.
"Yes, now, I'll talk to you later, Stiles." Allison laughs back, hanging up.
"Got the all clear from Allison!" Stiles announces.
Derek nods, his unwavering expression of disinterest still on his face.
Stiles proceeds to ring up Scott, who doesn't pick up. So after ringing him three more times, Stiles gives up and decides to go with Allison's judgement.
"Well, Scott isn't answering, so we'll just ignore that and go with the chocolate caramel cake." Stiles says to Derek.
"Sure." Derek shrugs.
"Sweet. So…" Stiles hops off the stool. "I'm meeting you out front here tonight at 8?"
"Yes." Derek narrows his eyes. "Although, we're not having drinks here. I run this place, it would be unprofessional."
"So what place were you thinking?" Stiles asks, leaning on the counter.
"It's a surprise." Derek replies, but in Stiles's opinion, it sounds much like 'I don't know.'
"Well, cool, I'm excited!" Stiles grins.
"Same." Derek crosses his arms.
Stiles holds in a bout of laughter, because he says it so seriously like it's some sort of disease to be excited about something.
"Finding something funny are we?" Derek looks offended.
"Just…your… the… way…" Stiles starts laughing because he can't help it. "You said…" Stiles clears his throats before putting on a deep, grumbling voice. "Same."
"That isn't funny Stiles." Derek rolls his eyes. "You laugh too much."
"Only because you make me laugh too much." Stiles retorts, batting his eyelashes wildly.
"Ha…" Derek's responds, actually cracking a smile. "That was the worst pick up line in the history of the world. The worst."
"Thanks dude," Stiles says tearfully cheesy. "Really appreciate it."
"No worries." Derek replies back.
"Anyway, I better head off now. Need to work, I'm helping a colleague with a twenty-first 'bash'. Could I grab a dozen bagels on my way out?" Stiles grins.
"Uh huh." Derek's already on his way out the door.
"How much will it be," Stiles calls out, pulling out his wallet.
"Don't worry about it." Derek responds. "It's on the house."
Stiles finds himself sitting with Danny, Erica and Boyd at their diner. Well it's the diner they frequent often, so it's often, endearingly referred to as 'their one'. He's happily chewing on a mouthful of fries when Erica decides to announce loudly that Stiles has a date in less than an hour.
"Noooo," Stiles chokes, and Boyd leans over to thump him in the back. "Not a date."
"You told me last week that you didn't want any emotional attachments getting in the way of your work!" Danny accuses, half laughing. "You're such a liar, man, such a liar."
"But who's saying it's going to be emotional…maybe it's purely physical…" Erica winks.
"Stop!" Danny and Boyd exclaim at the same time while Erica just shrugs.
"So sorry, didn't know I was dealing with a pair of five-year olds!" Erica smiles coolly.
"Anyway." Stiles is sure to emphasize on the 'any'. "I'm heading home to get ready."
"Why?" Danny asks. "You look decent in what you're wearing now."
Stiles peers down at the giant ketchup stain on his dark blue shirt. "No, not really."
"What're you gonna wear?" Erica questions, her arms crossed.
"Uh, I don't know. I guess I'll just decide once I get back to my apartment." Stiles replies, getting up.
"Wear the black skinny jeans and the plaid. " Erica suggests.
"Yeah they'll look good." Danny nods in agreement.
"Better listen to them, man." Boyd smirks.
"If you guys are sure…" Stiles says in return. "Okay."
He pulls out his wallet, shuffling through it till he finds a fifty.
"It's on me this time guys, pay with it." Stiles glances at all of his friends faces, placing the note on the table before turning to leave.
"Thank you, Stiles," They all call out after him, and Stiles just smiles.
He now has a not-so-much-date to get ready for.
"You're late," Derek raises his eyebrows at Stiles's approaching figure.
He's wearing a helmet, and carrying a spare one in his hands.
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry about that." Stiles replies distractedly, he's too busy staring at Derek's scarily model-like stance next to his freaking motorbike.
"Nice bike," Stiles adds, impressed.
"Yeah- would've brought my Camaro, but it's in repairs at the moment." Derek responds, jumping on his bike. "Now, you gonna get on, or just stand there with your jaw hitting the ground."
"Well, I'm coming now." Stiles rushes towards Derek and props himself on the backseat.
"Ready?" Derek tosses Stiles the extra helmet.
"Yeah, but you still haven't told me where we're going, dude… not cool." Stiles shoots back.
"The Lone Wolf. It's just outside Beacon Hills, twenty minutes away. You okay with that?" Derek's exasperates, his voice laced with sass.
"Yes but- the 'Lone Wolf?' seriously? It's tiny." Stiles replies.
"You obviously haven't been to the underground section." Even though Stiles can't see Derek's face, he's sure that a massive smirk is spread across it.
"Underground section?" Stiles clears his throat.
"Uh huh," Derek starts the bike, kicks the ground a couple times and soon enough, they're off onto the main road.
I would like to start this off by saying that- I am so, so, terribly sorry about the awfully long wait. I've been really busy with school among other things. The good news is that there won't be this horrible lateness anymore. I will update weekly, if not, fortnightly.
So! The next chapter will be a long one, and it will have Stiles and Derek's 'date' (would you call it a date?), so yeah. :)
Please forgive me, I hope you've enjoyed this one!
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