Stiles made his new room a little bit like the one he had at home. He brought some pictures, some interesting and unreaded books of myths and his old hoodie which belonged to his father once. Stiles' mom bought him on their honeymoon and his dad threw it away after she died but Stiles saved it.
After he finished packing out his only bag, he decided to do something useful. He was thinking about tidying but he dropped the idea as soon as he realised that in that case he actually needs a maid uniform.
So when his stomach started rumbling, he decided to make something to eat. He found some pasta and some ingredients of a good old spaghetti. His mom used to make spaghetti on every second Saturday. This was the only thing that his dad and Stiles kept doing after his mom passed away.
But it was Wednesday so it's just a normal dinner for some hungry werewolves. Nothing unusual. Stiles hated cooking because it wasn't something that kept his mind busy. He made dinner for the whole pack. Because it would be extremely weird to have spaghetti only with Derek. Like that childish scene from Lady and the Tramp. So he texted Isaac and Boyd and tried to call Erica but it seemed they've had a training. Half an hour later the front door opened and Derek stepped in.
- I really hoped that I had problems with my nose – he sighed. – You really want that uniform, don't you?
- I told you, I'd make you dinner – Stiles shrugged his shoulders. – I was thinking about cleaning the house but then I realised what dirty secrets would I find. So I passed.
- I'm not a teenager, Stiles – Derek raised his eyebrows. – I've already grown out of those kinds of things you can think of – Stiles smiled. – Anyway, don't clean the house, make food or do the laundry. Not your job.
- So you really have a cleaning lady. I knew that! – Stiles laughed. – I told Scott but he didn't believe me.
- No, I don't have one – Derek shook his head. - I do everything by myself.
- You like doing those kinds of things? I told Scott that you have some serious problems – said the boy. – I don't know why he never believes me.
- I hate doing them but I won't let anyone in this house, I trust noone enough. And till today I was the only one who lived here permanently – Derek said.
- I see – Stiles nodded. – Aren't you hungry?
- Not really – he replied. – That thing just doesn't look reassuring.
- You're kidding, right? It's the most delicious food you'll ever taste. It's my mother's recipe – Stiles grabbed the wooden spoon and took it to Derek. – Here it is. Taste it!
- But I don't… - Derke resisted.
- Just taste it, already! – Stiles said just before the front door opened and the pack came to the kitchen. – Look! A lot of hungry puppies!
- Shut it, Batman! – Boyd said and he went to the table. – This smells good!
- It's not good, it's fantastic – Stiles replied. – Feel free to eat as much as you want!
- Like you could do anything but let us eat – Isaac answered and he sat next to Erica. – Derek, Scott said that he'll be here soon. He just took some food to his mom.
- Alright. When he arrives, we can start the pack meeting. We have to make a plan how to keep everyone safe and keep spying on the alphas without noticing – everyone nodded, just Stiles was confused.
- Are you spying on them? – he asked. – I can't stay at home and collect informations from my books but you can go after them and risk your lives? That's just some serious bullshit!
Erica, Isaac and Boyd just looked at Derek and kept eating. Noone answered Stiles and he became madder.
- What the hell is wrong with you? Erica, you said that you wanna have your licence – Stiles turned to the girl. – And Isaac, I thought that you had enough of being tortured. You should just leave it and prepare yourselves – then he turned to Derek again. – Does Scott know about this?
- He does, actually. It was his idea – Boyd said as Derek started to eat with them.
- And you listened to him? – Stiles was shocked. – He's my best friend but most of the time he acts before he thinks.
- That's why you're actually here. You will help us making plans – Scott stepped in.
- You should have just asked then. Shouldn't have to make Derek to practically kidnap me – Stiles sighed.
- So you'll help us? – Scott sat down.
- It's not like I have any other things to do – he started to eat too. - And if I don't want you to get killed, I just have to make sure that your plans are bomb-proof.
