Derek woke up to something bouncing up and down on his chest. He heard someone call his name as the bouncing continued. He growled but it didn't seem to stop it.
"I'm hungry!" the voice said.
Derek ignored it and tried to fall back asleep.
"Deeeeerrrreeekk!" the voice whined.
"Make some yourself," He murmured.
"I would if I were able to reach up there. Besides, Isaac says you guys are outta stuff." Derek felt the tiny limbs swing back and forth. "C'mon, c'mon, wake up, wake up, wake up!"
Derek huffed and used one of his hands to slightly push at the thing. He snorted as he felt it tumble off. He then felt it crawl on top of him again.
"Wake up!" the voice shouted right in his ear. Derek scowled as he opened his eyes and saw Stiles—correction, tiny Stiles—perched on his chest, legs on both side of his chest, his tiny hands laying in the middle of his chest, a huge smile on his face and his eyes were wide awake.
"Stiles?" He blinked.
"Man, you're a heavy sleeper. You didn't even notice me come in here at all. Anyways, you have no food and I'm hungry." Stiles smiled. "C'mon, let's go eat somewhere, you said so yesterday—"
"—I thought you were asleep." Derek raised an eyebrow.
"…I was…just dozing in and out. Not the point, you said so now let's go." He started to bounce up and down.
Derek huffed as he sat up, the corners of his mouth quirk up as he saw Stiles tumble backwards. Derek caught him with a hand behind Stiles so he wouldn't hurt himself. Derek noticed how incredibly fragile and small Stiles was now. He frowned, thinking how Stiles usually injured himself normally, and how the others would playfully rough him up a bit. They're going to need to be a bit careful now.
"That was not cool!" Stiles grumbled.
"You can't go out."
"What, why not?" Stiles whined.
"You don't have any decent clothes to wear. No shirt that fits, no pants, no underwear, no shoes." Derek listed off.
"Is my shirt not enough? That's no fair!" Derek shrugged.
"Erica said she'll be going to the store to grab some things," he said. He looked over to the clock. It was only nine. "Why are you up so early?"
"I had to pee." Stiles shrugged. "Don't you have anything?"
Derek just sighed. "C'mon, let's look." Stiles whooped as he crawled off of Derek and sprinted out of the room. He got off the bed and walks over to his drawer, pulling out a random shirt and putting it on. He walked out the door and saw Stiles waiting for him by the stairs. He walked and stopped beside him and noticed the tiny fist grabbing the leg of his sweats. Derek didn't bother to say anything and just went downstairs, though a bit slower than usual. Once he reached the bottom, Stiles immediately let go and dashed toward the kitchen.
When he came in, he saw Stiles already in the process of pushing a chair from the table against the counter, attempting to climb up onto the counter. Derek rolled his eyes as he yanked Stiles up and grabbed the chair, pushing it back to the table. Stiles flailed.
"Hey!"
"Something tells me you do that a lot when you were this age."
"Only when someone is being so incredibly slow. Now time for food," he whined.
Derek put Stiles down and went through the pantry. He saw a half-eaten bag of chips and a box of granola bars with about three left. There was nothing else in the pantry. He grabbed both, shut it, turned to Stiles and held them up.
"Take your pick," he said. Stiles just stared at him with those god forsaken huge eyes again. He saw Stiles point to the granola bar.
"Chips are unhealthy in the morning," Stiles said. Derek merely nodded as he gives one to Stiles. He put the food on the table in case Stiles got hungry again, like he always did.
He heard the wrapper opening and then tiny growls. He glanced at Stiles and saw him trying so incredibly hard to bite into the granola bar. Oops, they were the hard kind.
He will never say aloud that what he saw was just so cute. Stiles kept growling slightly as he tried to work his way through the first bite of the bar. His face scrunched up together and his cheeks were flushed. Derek was trying to hold in his laughter, but he assumed his expression gave it away when Stiles looked up at him.
"It's not funny!" Derek laughed at that point.
"Yes it is."
"It's too hard!"
"Your teeth are too weak to bite into it." he paused to breathe. "We have nothing else until you have clothes."
"What am I supposed to do till noon?" he slumped his shoulders.
Derek shrugged his shoulder and stopped. He sighed as he finally heard Erica up.
"I'm so hungry right now, I'll whine until I get food."
"Erica's up now, calm down." He huffed.
"Errrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiicccaaaaaaa," Stiles cried out. "I'm huuuuuuuuuuuuungry and we have no food!" Stiles threw his head backwards.
"Quit being so dramatic," Derek complained.
A few moments later Erica. Boyd and Isaac (he wonders why they all chose to come out at the same time) came down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Morning," Boyd said.
"Mornin'" Isaac slurred.
"Mornin' Derek. Hello Mini Batman." Erica greeted Stiles. She stopped her footsteps as she saw the hard granola bar in Stiles' hand. "You do know he can't eat that right? Little Kids can break their teeth on those things if they try too hard." She threw him a look.
Derek….actually didn't know that. His little cousins had no problem in eating through them; then again they were young werewolves.
"Why do you guys have no food? Seriously I'm gonna starve."
"We usually have no time to restock when we're dealing with problems." Boyd simply answered. "Those times are usually filled with take out and pizza delivery." He heard Stiles groan out.
Erica walked over to Stiles and picked him up unexpectedly. She put him down on a chair and walked over to the fridge and grabbed a gallon of milk out. She grabbed a small bowl and a spoon and went over to where Stiles sat confusingly, and set the items down. She plucked the granola bars out and started to crush them with her bare hands and let it fall into the bowl. She poured the milk into the bowl and gave the spoon to Stiles, who took it slowly. Stiles look at the spoon and the bowl in front of him.
"Cereal?" Isaac said.
"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed as he starts eating. "Thanks Erica."
"Yup." Erica says. "I'm going to the store now, be back later," she said as she walked out of the kitchen.
Isaac, Boyd and Derek look at each other for a moment and then at Stiles, who was swinging his feet and eating at his granola cereal.
Boyd simply shrugged as he follows after Erica. "We're taking your jeep by the way Stiles." He heard the boy say okay.
"Great, now I'm hungry," Isaac muttered. He crossed the kitchen and grabs a granola bar from the box.
Stiles finished his cereal, now content with his full stomach. He pushed the bowl forward.
"Derek?" he asked.
"What."
"I'm bored." He started to whine…again.
Derek felt like there's going to be a lot more whining in the future.
