Note: Sorry for the wait guys. It's not easy balancing out all these stories. I'm trying.

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Stiles was sleeping peacefully when suddenly something heavy was dropped on the end of the couch making a loud plop noise and shaking the cushion under his feet.

"What's going on?" He said groggily as he woke up at the disturbance, rubbing his tired eyes before looked down by his feet to find his duffel bag now sitting there.

He glanced up to find Derek standing over him with a blank expression on his face.

"You're kicking me out already, before I even get to finish my sleep? That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Stiles said as he sat up, moving his legs over to the carpet and began to stretch his arms up in the air.

Derek rolled his eyes and let out a huff.

"I'm doing laundry. if you have any dirty clothes let me know."

"What?" Stiles replied, giving Derek a confused look.

"I'm doing a load."

"Huh?" He answered even more confused than before.

Losing patience Derek came to the end of the sofa and unzipped Stiles bag before picking it up and flipping it over the cushions, dumping all of Stiles belongs on the couch next to the teen.

"Hey, what the hell man?"

"I'm doing laundry, if you have any dirty laundry. I suggest you fucking dig it out and give it to me. Now, wake the fuck up." Derek snapped, before flinging the empty duffel bag at Stiles face.

The teen caught it before it made impact.

"Okay, okay, geesh, you don't have to be such a grump."

Derek didn't respond. He just stood in the living room with his arms folded into his chest with that same stern look on his face that he wore so well, as he observed the teen's actions.

"I don't get it." Stiles voiced, he began to organize his clothes into two piles, one simi-clean and the other dirty.

"What don't you get?"

"You do your own laundry?" Stiles said in disbelief, as he scooped up his dirty clothes in his hands, coming to stand in front of Derek, with his arms extended, for Derek to take them.

"Yeah, I gave the maid the day off." Derek said sarcastically, as he pointed to the hamper beside him for Stiles to toss the dirty garments into.

"Not all of us have a daddy to take care of us." He added bitterly, as Stiles placed his used clothes in the sack.

"Just because I live with my dad… well, LIVED with my dad, doesn't mean I'm useless." Stiles retorted as Derek grabbed the handle of the hamper.

"You know how to do the laundry?" Derek asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle.

"Everyone knows how to do laundry."

"Have you ever done your own?" Derek challenged, raising an eyebrow at the teen.

"Well, no."

"You're gonna start." Derek replied, pushing the heavy sack into Stiles chest, for him to hold.

"What?" Stiles replied in a panic, looking down at the full hamper that was now in his grasp.

"You wanna stay here?" Derek snapped.

"Yeah, of course."

"Then you need to pay your dues. Follow me."

Stiles waddled across the floor and made little grunts as he struggled a bit with the heavy hamster full of clothing and towels, trailing behind Derek to the washer and dryer.

Stiles watched silently and took mental notes as Derek explained the whole process of separating the color from the whites and how much detergent needed for a load and what buttons to press as he tossed some garments from the hamper into the washer and started the machine.

As the appliance started to run, and fill up with water, Derek moved on to the dryer, putting a couple of already washed, damped items into the dryer and again went over the procedure.

Once he finished going over everything, he began to organize the room a bit as Stiles observed.

"Do you always have to pay women to sleep with you?" Stiles asked out of the blue.

"No, not always, but it's easier." Derek replied as he headed out the room.

"Easier how, physically or mentally?" Stiles questioned, as he left the laundry area, trying to catch up to him.

"There is no confusion about where they stand, there is no attachment crap." Derek explained as he came into the kitchen area, pouring a cup of coffee for himself.

"Oh, so you're one of those, afraid of commitment types. Gotcha ya." Stiles said making a gesture with his hands as he spoke.

Derek huffed amused.

"I'm not afraid of anything, except maybe being stuck with you for god knows how long." Derek mumbled before taking a sip of his morning brew.

"Oh admit it Derek, you enjoy my company." Stiles replied, taking a seat on the living room sofa, he now called his bed.

"You must be insane." Derek retorted, coming out to the small round table he had in the dining area, pulling a chair out and taking a seat, facing Stiles.

"You like having me around. It's not quiet anymore." Stiles claimed.

"I like the quiet."

"You know what I mean, it's not so lonely."

"I don't get lonely." Derek replied stubbornly.

"Everyone gets lonely."

"Not me."

"Wow, must be nice being you." Stiles said sarcastically.

Derek rolled his eyes at that.

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Only if something is in my mouth." He said giving Derek wink.

Derek busted out laughing before he could stop himself. He quickly stopped his chuckle and brought his cup to his mouth to hide the smile that once covered it.

"You have a nice laugh. You should do it more often." Stiles said with a grin on his face.

"I don't have much to laugh about in my life." Derek confessed.

Stiles frowned slightly at this.

"You could, if you lightened up and did something fun every once in a while."

Derek didn't respond, instead he took a sip of his coffee and stared off in the distance, as if he was deep in thought.

"So, when are we ever going to talk about last night?" Stiles asked suddenly.

"What about last night?" Derek asked, giving the teen a questioning look.

"You know, you jerking me off."

Derek's once relaxed form tensed up and he became distance and closed off once more.

"There is nothing to talk about, you were bitching about not being able to sleep, so I helped you out, nuff said. Now, go get ready for school, you're gonna be late." He announced, setting his cup down and heading down the hall to his room.


"Dude, where the hell have you been?" Stiles best friend, Scott asked as he greeted him down the hall.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked as he came up to his locker and began to plug in his number combination into his lock and rotate the dial.

"Your Dad called me last night asking if you were staying the night at my place. I covered for you and said you were. I thought maybe you were hooking up with someone." Scott explained.

"I wish I was." The teen mused, taking some books out of his locker before closing it back up again.

"I tried calling you last night but you never answered." Scott said somewhat annoyed as the pair started to walk down the hall towards their classroom.

Yeah, well I don't have my phone on me. I left it at my dad's and he kicked me out the other day."

"What, why?"

"He caught me with weed and freaked out."

"Damn dude, I'm sorry. You know I would let you stay with me but my dad…" Scott trailed off.

"I know man, don't worry about it. I have a place."

"Where?"

"Derek is letting me stay with him."

"Derek? Derek who?" Scott asked confused as they made turn down another hallway.

"Derek Hale, you remember him right? He used to go to our school a few years back."

"Whoa Derek, the drug dealer Derek?" Scott asked alarmed, stopping in his tracks.

"Umm, yeah?"

"Are you crazy man?"

"What?"

"Derek Hale, He's dangerous." Scott stressed.

"He's not dangerous."

"He's a drug dealer."

"He's not dangerous."

"Well, the people he works for are." Scott clarified.

"He's not dangerous."

"Okay, how many times are you going to say that?"

"Until you get it through your head."

"Fine, he's not dangerous but he's not the safest person to be staying with, you have to know that."

"Yeah, of course. But what other choice do I have?" Stiles challenged.

"Maybe if you talk to your Dad he..."

"Forget it! I'm not talking to him, not until he apologizes to me." Stiles snapped.

"Well, how do you know he doesn't want to apologize, if you won't talk to him?" Scott argued.

"Let me ask you something? When my dad asked if I was staying with you last night did he sound frantic?"

"Well, no."

"And did he ever ask to speak to me?"

"No."

"Exactly, he doesn't care Scott. He is just trying to keep up appearances so he doesn't look bad." Stiles voiced as the pair started walking again.

"I'm sure he cares Stiles."

"Maybe, but he cares about his damn job and reputation more. Maybe if he doesn't hear from me for a week or two he will rethink kicking me out."

"You're so stubborn."

"Whatever dude. You think you can get my phone for me?" The teen asked as they neared the classroom door.

"Fine, what do I tell your Dad if he ask about you?"

"Tell him to fuck off."

"Really man?"

"Really. " Stiles said walking off into the classroom, leaving Scott standing by the door.

"Yeah, like I'm going to tell that to the sheriff." He muttered to himself before entering the room as well.