Thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter.. Hope you like this one. Thanks to Iamalphahearmeroar for editing and adding parts, and thanks to iKnightWriter for helping:) well here is chapter four.
Chapter four:
Stiles' pov:
Waking up the next morning was a grand occurrence. Mostly because I wasn't dead dog tired (ha, nice dog joke I made there) as I usually was every other day. I felt refreshed, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.
I heard noises coming from downstairs, different from the occasional moving around that Derek does when he wakes up. I could also swear I heard more than one heartbeat.
Curiously, I headed downstairs to see who Derek had over for company. When I walked into the kitchen I was met with the sight of Danny and Derek sitting at the kitchen table, cups of coffee in front of them.
Danny immediately turned to greet me, eyes widening.
Crap. I hadn't dressed myself yet. I noticed I was still wearing my batman boxer briefs and, cringing, no shirt.
Derek must have realized that Danny's attention wasn't on him anymore for he turned around, eyebrows pinched in confusion.
Only to frown when he saw me.
"You should put some clothes on," he said, addressing me with a scowl.
"Why? He looks just fine like that." Danny winked. "Really fine."
"Uh…" I stammered. Derek was glaring at me, nostrils flaring while Danny was smirking and obviously ogling me. I felt a bit… uncomfortable. "Yeah, I'm just… I'll go and change now."
I hurried upstairs without a glance back, sadly thinking of Derek's obvious disgust at my shirtless form. I slipped a brown plaid shirt on with a pair of jeans, hurt by Derek's reaction. I texted Scott in the meantime, to see if he was still coming over.
Hey buddy, still on for Xbox?
Sure, I'll be over in a few minutes. Allison finally got back from her reunion :)
Please spare me the details dude.
Haha!
See you in a few :)
I went back downstairs and Danny and Derek were now in the living room sitting on one of Derek's couches.
"Hey Stiles, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Danny said, looking overly guilty.
"It's okay, Danny. I'm just not used to that kind of attention. I mean, in high school all the boys and girls found me unappealing," I chuckled, though I spoke truthfully.
"I don't see it, you're pretty hot," Danny said bluntly in disbelief.
My cheeks turned pink. "Aw, man, that's so sweet. Thank you," I said appreciatively though embarrassed.
"But what I was getting at was I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?" Danny asked, hope filling his brown eyes.
"I'm flattered, really I am, but I'll have to decline," I said slowly.
Danny looked sad and Derek was nowhere to be seen. He has been acting strange this morning. Before I knew it there was a knock at the door.
"Come in Scott," I yelled.
Scott came in as Derek returned to the living room.
"Derek, you and Danny still playing?" I asked.
"I am, but Danny said he actually has to leave," Derek said, shrugging.
"I hope it's not because I turned you down?" I asked sadly, hoping it wasn't.
"No, I have to work today at the garage. I actually almost forgot," Danny stated truthfully. I didn't hear a tick in his heart.
Danny made his exit and I sat my xbox up in the living room, grabbing three controllers before I left the bedroom. The game system was up and running and I slid Call of Duty Advanced Warfare in and waited for the game to load.
"Your werewolf ass is going down," I challenged Scott.
His eyes flashed yellow, accepting the challenge, Derek just had an amused look on his face. He seemed much happier since earlier this morning.
The game started up and we started our mission. If Scott didn't get me killed this time I might have a chance.
As the guys in the game came upon us Derek shot them quickly.
"Good shot, Derek," I appraised him cheerfully.
He smiled. Noooo, not that smile that makes my heart start beating wildly, I thought. I calmed myself and got back to the game.
We played for a bit more, well until Scott died for the 10th time,.I'm calling it!" Scott declared, putting the controller on the table. "We should watch a movie."
"I know what movie we could watch," I told him, knowing he would probably abandon ship.
"And what movie would that be?" Derek asked.
"Star Wars." Scott and I answered at the same time.
"Stiles has been trying to get me to watch those movies ever since we were little," Scott explained to Derek.
"Prequels or the trilogy."
"Definitely the trilogy," I answered eagerly. "It's a classic."
"Yeah…" Derek said with a slow head nod. "If you like outdated films, plot holes, and confusing titles. I prefer the prequels."
I could feel my face do a twitch as I gave Derek a stare.
"Oh you just blasphemed Stiles' entire childhood," Scott said in awe and horror as he slowly got up from his spot. "I'ma go before this gets ugly."
Derek and I continued to have a staring contest as Scott slowly made his way out the door and closed silently.
"Oh shit, did I break you?"
"I can't believe… you said that…" I managed to get out. "What do you have against the actual series. The prequels suck and were totally unnecessary."
"No, they helped answer some of the questions that the original films felt the need to not answer. Plus, I'm pretty sure they used the same actor or whatever in one of the movies."
"Well, duh," I claimed. "Luke and Leia are twins!"
"Plus, Yoda backwards talking was annoying and 3CPO was a douche."
"I can't with you," I told him,
"Not to mention that other robot, whatever his name is."
"R2D2."
"Stupid names." Derek replied.
"I can't even right now," I said, getting defensive. But playfully.
"I'm sorry, let's just watch the movies," Derek replied, smiling.
"Wow sourwolf apologizes," I taunted. But I was happy with his answer.
"Sourwolf?" Derek asked, amused.
"It suits you," I said, smirking.
The movie begun and I was totally into it. I watched Derek out of the corner of my eye and I saw he was watching it, maybe he does like these movies after all.
When Derek and I were on the last movie it was nearing 9 pm; we had watched movies all day.
"Derek, I'm ordering chinese, want some?" I called from the living room.
"Sure, get some fried rice and two egg rolls," he yelled back.
I ordered the chinese and they said it wouldn't arrive for another fifteen minutes. I went into the living room to see Derek working out for the time being. I swear I had a death wish. I watched how his muscles flexed everytime he did a pull up. I tried to contain my arousal because I knew Derek could smell me.
"T-They said it won't be here for fifteen minutes," I stammered.
Derek had a smirk on his face. "Liking the view Stiles?" he asked playfully.
I just ignored him and heard him laugh as I made my way into the kitchen. I heard a knock at the door a few minutes later. I opened the door and the delivery boy was hot. Like, blonde hair and baby blue eyes GQ model hot.
"Your total is $16.80," the guy stated and crap, he had that flirty tone.
"Here you go, keep the change," I said, handing him a twenty.
"How about you give me a tip say around 6 tomorrow," the guy requested raunchily.
"No, u-uh, no thank you," I said with disinterest.
"Stiles where is the food, I'm hungry," Derek said, coming over. He must of heard the conversation.
"Nevermind, I see you have a hot boyfriend," the guy said, eyeing me up and down with a small pout.
Derek never corrected him. He snatched the Chinese off the guy and slammed the door in his face.
"Aw, was Derek jealous," I teased, messing with him.
"He was ogling us like we were a piece of meat," Derek lied. I heard a tick in his heart.
"Yeah, and that guy wasn't my type," I laughed, shrugging.
"Mine either," Derek replied softly.
"You're gay?" I asked, shocked.
"I'm bi, only ever been with one other guy," he explained.
"Cool, why didn't you tell me when we first met?"
"Stiles, I just don't put my sexuality out on display for people I don't know. I only came out a few years ago," he said, honestly.
"I don't blame you," I snorted. "People can be dicks."
We ate our Chinese and talked a bit more. I was really enjoying it but sadly it was getting late and I had to work early tomorrow morning.
"Goodnight Derek, I had fun tonight." I smiled.
"Me too, and goodnight Stiles," Derek replied with a matching smile.
I nodded goodnight and went up to my room and stripped down to my boxers. I went into my night stand to get a pill out but I noticed my bottle was empty.
Shit! I was in trouble.
I took my phone from my bedside table quickly, scrolling down my contacts list. I pressed on Deaton's number and waited for the phone to pick up.
"Please, please, please, please. This is an emergency…"
It didn't.
Instead there was a voicemail saying that Deaton was out of town and would be back in a few days.
"Fuck."
Cliffhanger! What is going to happen since Stiles can't cover up his scent with the pills and what did you all think about Jealous Derek? Please review.