Derek: I want to thank you for yesterday.
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Derek: I had a great time yesterday with Dave.
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Derek: Has Dave said anything about yesterday?
Stiles stared at the texts Derek had sent, he really didn't want to answer them, in fact all he wanted to do was hole himself up in his bedroom the rest of the weekend and mope. It was Scott who came to visit him that eventually took him out of his stupor.
"Come on dude, that means you totally have a chance now!" Scott was lying next to Stiles shoulder to shoulder, on Stiles' bed. Scott had jeans and a comfortable shirt, while Stiles had yet to change out of his pajamas.
"How does him making out with me and mistaking me for my brother equate to me having a chance?"
"He practically mauled your neck off…Doesn't that mean he sort of likes you?"
"No, it means that I had the best freaken make out session with a person who thought I was someone else."
"Oh…"
"Yeah, oh" Stiles put his arms over his face.
After a moment of silence, Scott sat up and turned to Stiles. "Do you want to play video games and eat pizza the rest of the day?"
Scott's eyes were blazing with so much open excitement Stiles couldn't say no. In fact he found himself grinning back at his friend with the same energetic excitement. Thoughts of Derek, were put behind.
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Stiles had effectively put Derek out of his mind until ten that same night, while Scott was out on a pizza run, because "it'll be quicker this way, plus you're beating me, it's not going to change in 20 minutes." Stiles kept playing the game on solo missions.
Stiles' phone rang, so without looking away from the television screen Stiles answered.
"Remember Scott, I like my lube, extra lubricated." Stiles liked answering the phone in obscene ways with his friend, just to hear him floundering about on the other end of the line. He couldn't help the wide grin that spread on his face.
"uh, Hello?"
Stiles eyes widened, he recognized that voice, and it wasn't Scott's.
"Holy…" Stiles fumbled with the controller in his hand and the phone on his shoulder, causing him to lose the game. "Damn-Derek! Sorry totally wasn't expecting your call, I was…a bit distracted?"
"I guess that answers why you haven't answered my texts. I didn't expect you to have met someone at the club."
Stiles didn't know if he should be offended by that comment or just take it as Derek's way of talking.
"Oookayy…"
"Not like that. I'm sure people find you attractive. You just don't seem to be the type to just hook up."
This caused Stiles to laugh. "I should get you flustered more often. I swear this is the first time I've heard you talk so much."
Derek chose to not respond to Stiles comment.
"Hey, I didn't say that to make you stop talking. Look you called me for something, what's up?"
Derek sighed. "I just wanted to ask if your brother had said anything, and tell someone about what happened yesterday night. My sister keeps glaring at me whenever I try to talk about it. I think she's mad that I shortened her 'beauty sleep' or something."
The thought of Derek's sister makes Stiles slightly cringe. She was the only sober being to witness Stiles tragedy yesterday night. Stiles decides to be honest with Derek. "Dave hasn't said anything about yesterday night. In fact I haven't seen Dave all day." Well it was sort of the truth, just not the truth truth.
"Oh, well guess I won't be keeping you anymore."
"Yeah, sure. Ok. Well…see you on campus?"
"Yeah." With that Derek hung up.
Shortly after Scott came back, but no matter how many times Stiles beat Scott, he couldn't quite lose himself in the game anymore. Stiles didn't mention the phone call to Scott.