Notes:
I was excited to write more actual Derek/Stiles interactions, yay! As usual un-beta'd!
Friday night came, and unfortunately Stiles did have to work; or fortunately, whichever way one wanted to look at it. He was cleaning the kennels in the back, humming quietly to himself. He was a little sad about not going, but he knew it wasn't something he would entirely regret missing. Scott had told him that if he was able to get off early, he should stop by. He figured that he did not have a chance so he told him not to wait up.
"Hey, Bernie," he said waving to the large black English mastiff that lay on its side, panting away. Bernie had been at the shelter since Stiles worked there. Deaton ran a No-Kill shelter/Animal Clinic, and most dogs came and went. But poor Bernie stayed, his massive size turning most people away. Stiles tried to walk him as much as possible during the summer time because when school came into session, he didn't have any time with him. "How could no one want a big dog like you huh?" he asked crouching down as the mastiff got up and walked over to the chain link and Stiles reached his fingers through and pet him. "You're a good boy, if I had a house, which I don't, but if I did, I'd take you with me in a heartbeat, and you wouldn't be much trouble, right boy? You wouldn't be a burden," Stiles whispered and opened up the cage to let Bernie out. He figured he'd take a minute from work to play with the dog, and Bernie walked out and immediately laid on Stiles like a lap dog. Stiles scratched his head and leaned down kissing the large head.
"You look a lot like the dog on the Sandlot you know that?" he asked and the dog pricked up his ears and lifted his head. Stiles grabbed his face and scratched the dog's ears. "You do know that don't you buddy, you're basically the dog from the Sandlot, only you're black," he said and kissed his head again, and nuzzled into his face.
He suddenly heard the door unlock and Bernie jumped up and turned around, wagging his tail and nearly smacking Stiles in the face. Stiles stood up slowly opening Bernie's cage and waving as Deaton walked in. "Heya boss, sorry I just felt bad for old Bernie here," Stiles said giving the dog one last pat before he went back into his kennel.
"That's alright, I feel bad for Bernie too, I'd take him myself if my wife didn't swear she'd kill me," Deaton said and Stiles started to clean again. "How is school going for you Stiles?" the vet asked as Stiles swept the floor.
"Oh, ya know, it's college, getting more knowledge," he said leaning on the broom and Deaton looked through some files and sent him an amused smile.
"You know, out of the two of you, Scotts the better worker, but you definitely keep me entertained," he said and Stiles put his hand on top of the broom and rocked his head to the each side for a moment.
"Uh…thanks?" Deaton gave a little laugh and Stiles started to sweep again. "You know, Scott might become the worst of the two of us, cuz he's getting or has got a girlfriend," Stiles sent Deaton a look and watched as the man nodded.
"So I've heard, Kira Yukimura right?" Stiles nodded as Deaton examined an X-Ray. "I have yet to meet any of the family, but if she likes our Scott, she has good taste," Deaton gave a smile and Stiles shrugged his shoulders.
"Or she's desperate," he suggested and started sweeping again. Deaton looked up at the clock.
"Stiles, didn't you have a dinner with them tonight?" he asked and Stiles nearly dropped the broom in surprise, and after a pause he kept sweeping. How did this guy know everything? Sure, Scott could have told him, but then that begged the question of how much did Scott share with Deaton. He shrugged his shoulders, and didn't look up as he answered,
"No, not really, it's more for Kira's folks to meet Scott, which will probably be awkward, so I'm not against missing it," he replied as he grabbed the dust pan and swept up the dirt into it. As he raised Deaton took the brook and dust pan from him with a smile.
"Scott really seemed like he wanted you there, probably for support," Deaton tipped his head in a suggesting manner.
"He has Lydia," Stiles grabbed back the dust pan and walked over to the trash and as he looked back, he grimaced realizing what Deaton was suggesting, and then gave a nod. "Gotcha, us poor folks have to stick together, what kind of yuppie crap do you think they're giving him?" Deaton gave a small smile.
"Probably something very delicious, but you're right, he probably feels rather out of place, besides you've been working rather hard this week, you deserve the night off," he said and Stiles stared at him for a moment and opened his mouth but Deaton silenced him by raising his hand. "Yes, I'm sure, please do yourself and Scott a favor and go, you've been itching to leave since you've been here," Deaton said pointing to the security camera to let Stiles know he had been watching him from his office. Stiles gave a blush and wondered if he'd been pacing, or rushing his work, but he didn't argue further and gave Deaton a thank you before walking out.
The drive was a little nerve wracking, because there was a part of him that wanted to go home and change, probably shower because he smelled like dog, and another part of him that realized he was already almost an hour late, and he would be surprised if they were even still there.
He drove quickly to the Yukimura's, able to find their place easily, even at night, because they still had a damn moving truck parked out front. He parked and took a deep breath. This was no big deal, he wasn't there to meet any parents and he wasn't going to be shocked when he saw Derek Hale, nor would be annoyed or intimidated by him. He was there for Scott. He got out of his jeep and half jogged to the front door, taking in the enormity of the house as he went up. It was strange to feel so dwarfed by someone's home, but it was not only grand but beautiful. He wondered fleetingly if the door was mahogany and took a deep breath.
This would be okay.
He reached up and gave a knock and then waited. He heard shuffling and saw the door knob turn and the door opened to reveal a surprised and very well dressed woman on the other side. Stiles could immediately tell that it was Kiras mom, because they looked so much alike and he gave a small wave.
"Hi, ma'm," he said and the woman looked at him up and down.
"Son, there is a law against door to door panhandling," Stiles opened his mouth and was suddenly aware of the state of his dress because he was in his work clothes. He was wearing old worn jeans and a t-shirt with many holes in it, with a hoodie that was also worn. Combine that with his hair slightly matted, all sweaty and the distinct smell of dog on him, he was more than a little embarrassed. He looked down and crossed his arms, feeling the heat rising to his face.
"Actually, uh, ma'm, I'm uh, here for, well I'm a friend of Scott's, and uh, Kira's friend, well," he touched his cheek and pointed forward as he stumbled over his words, "technically I'm Scott's best friend, and I just met your daughter, which I'm assuming she's your daughter, and that could be a wrong assumption, but sorry but you guys look alike and…" he wished someone would come rescue him from the awkward situation when he suddenly he looked past the woman and saw Kira poking her head around the corner.
"Stiles!" she called and waved and the woman turned around and looked back at Stiles who gave a wave and smiled at the woman.
"My apologies Stiles," the woman looked genuinely embarrassed, "I'm Noshiko Yukimura, please come in," she insisted and Stiles gave a shrug as he entered and saw a pile of shoes. He knelt down and began to unlace his own.
"It's alright, I just got off work, so I probably look like a bum," he said and Noshiko nodded politely and Stiles pushed off his shoes.
"Stiles," Kira practically skipped over to him, wearing a lovely red dress with black tights. "It's great to see you, sorry about my mom," she looked even more embarrassed than Stiles felt. "Derek said he thought you might come so we waited a little bit, you just missed the salad, so we're having the main course right now," Kira waved for him to follow her to the dining area. Stiles tried to pretend it didn't touch him that Derek had waited on the off chance that he might come, but he figured that Derek probably some excuse of why he did it. It definitely could not have been because he was being nice. He shook his head as he entered the kitchen and saw everyone gathered around a table that was low to the ground; there were no chairs but pillows to sit comfortably.
The first thing he noticed when he walked into the kitchen was the smell of something delicious and mouthwatering. He didn't know what it was but it was some noodle dish with thick slices of meat that positively made it apparent to him he was very hungry. The second thing he noticed when everyone turned to look at him is that he immediately felt out of place. All the men, including Scott, were wearing dress shirts and black slacks, while Isaac added in his scarf because of course he did. Lydia was wearing a white floral dress, while Jennifer, who of course was there, wore a blue dress that made her look like she just walked off the red carpet.
He noticed that Derek was not there, and wondered for a moment where he was, but Kira's father got up and walked over to him. "Hello Stiles, I'm Ken, Kira's father," he said shaking Stiles hands and Stiles shook his hand and gave a smile.
"Good to meet, sorry I didn't know there was a dress code," he said gesturing to his clothes.
"That's alright, that's alright, please sit down," Ken gave a smile and Stiles nodded, fighting his embarrassment as Jennifer looked at him, a cruel smirk on her face as she sipped her wine.
"Cuz I can change," he said with almost insistence, as he was starting to feel heat on his cheeks.
"It's fine, sit down," a voice came from behind and Stiles turned around to see Derek standing there in his own white button down and black slacks that Stiles pretended he did not look gorgeous in. Derek stared at him, his expression unreadable before he brushed past him to take his seat next to Jennifer, and Kira took her seat next to Scott. The only place left was between Scott and Derek.
"Thanks," he said and walked over and sat down next to Derek, and shot Scott a smile who looked like he was about to cry from the joy of seeing his friend.
"Please, everyone, you all know Stiles, so let us eat this delicious meal," Ken said as Kira passed Stiles a bowl of the delicious whatever it was and then handed him some chopsticks. He stared at the chopsticks and gave a shy smile as he looked up from them.
"Uh…do you have a fork, maybe a spoon?" he asked and Jennifer started laughing and Lydia even suppressed a laugh. Isaac snickered and held up the way the chopsticks were to be held as if that were any help.
"We do have forks," Ken said and Noshiko got up and went to grab Stiles a fork, and Stiles looked over at Derek whose teeth were clenched as he cast a look over at Jennifer. She shrugged her shoulder and suddenly sniffed and she scrunched her nose.
"Does it smell like dog to you?" she whispered to Derek straightened his back and said nothing and Stiles gave a small nod, and a shy raise of the hand which drew Derek's attention.
"Sorry, that's me, I was at the kennel, and," he turned to Scott, "I may have played with Bernie a bit, oh, thank you Mrs. Yukimura," Stiles took the fork in hand and started to dig into the pasta as everyone was now eating. It was absolutely delicious; he tried not to eat it too fast because he was savoring the the sweet yet spicy-flavor and the mixture of the noodles and meat. He also tried to ignore Jennifer who condescendingly stared at Stiles over her wine.
"Who is Bernie?" she asked just as Stiles stuffed a large fork full of pasta in his mouth and looked over at her, cheeks puffed out full of food, and Derek stared at him, grimacing slightly. Stiles rolled his eyes and swallowed.
"Bernie is a two hundred pound English Mastiff, but he's just a big old puppy," he took a swallow of water.
"You work at a shelter?" Isaac asked. "That's gotta be so cool, working with dogs." He gave a smile.
"Scott works there too!" Kira chirped at her parents.
"Do you have any pets?" Noshiko asked and Scott shook his head and then she turned the question to Stiles, and all eyes were on him again.
"No, but honestly, if I could, it would be Bernie, most people are freaked out by how big, mean, and grumpy he looks but he's actually a pretty chill dog, he's been at the shelter for years because no one wants him," he finished and took another bite of his pasta.
"A kindred spirit for you then," Jennifer quipped and Stiles paused in his eating, feeling the sting of the blow. He suddenly saw Derek stiffen again and turned his eyes on Jennifer.
"Jen, that's enough," he said it and Stiles eyes widened, surprised to see that Derek had said anything.
"Oh, c'mon, Stiles knows I was just joking," Jennifer playfully smiled at Stiles though no,Stiles though, Stiles didn't know you were joking! It did not sound like a joke, but Jennifer smiled and drank more of her wine and Ken cleared his throat.
"This is really delicious Derek, thank you," Stiles was surprised to hear Ken say that, because he had forgotten that Derek said he would cook. Derek made a small grunt as thanks, not looking up from his bowl.
"Yeah, this is really awesome," Stiles said with a slight mouthful and Derek looked up at him and gave a cordial nod before he picked up his own wine and drank some.
"I have to disagree, it is not my best," he said with finality and Stiles rolled his eyes, irritation boiling in his veins. Did this guy have to be so negative, all the time? He looked back at Scott who leaned over to him and whispered
"Thanks dude, you didn't have to come, but I'm glad you did," Stiles picked up his water cup with a smirk and gave a quick nod.
"No problem man, I couldn't leave you here alone," he said and Scott grinned and they both went back to eating, and while positivity was not a talent of Derek's, he definitely did not lack when it came to cooking. Each bite was better than the last, and Stiles kept asking for more, which Derek would give a curt nod before tugging the bowl out of his hands and filling it up again. Jennifer talked about so many things that for once Stiles felt like he was the quiet one.
"Have you been to the bay though, Noshiko? It's absolutely lovely in the summer, Derek has been there," she would look to Derek who would grunt something in the way of a reply. Jennifer remained undaunted. "Isaac, do you remember when we went on the tour of the bay?"
"Yeah, it was last year," Stiles couldn't help but appreciate how level headed and humble Isaac seemed to be. He was much more likeable than anyone at the table, the only exceptions being Scott, Lydia, and even Kira.
"Deucalion invited us over for dinner with him and Kali, but of course we turned him down, I never liked them you know, although Derek's mother was friends with Deucalion," Jennifer tossed a look at Derek, and he did not say anything. "In fact, Deucalion even asked Talia to work for him, even though he was in competition with Gerard Argent." Stiles looked over at Scott who tensed up for a moment and he sent him a small smile of comfort. Kira touched Scotts arm a questioning look on her face, but Scott merely smiled at her, before they resumed eating and Stiles chewed on the thought of Derek's family connecting with everyone.
"Man, Derek, your family seems to know everyone," Stiles interjected and Derek looked over at him and gave a small shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, Stiles," he sounded like a parent trying to explain something to their child, "when you are in business, it pays to know the right people." A wine bottle was suddenly pressed under his nose and Derek followed the bottle to the hand which held it. Jennifer gave him a smile and Derek took it, setting it down on the table with a polite smile.
"Derek is right, Stiles, my husband was a professor at Harvard for some time because we had a friend that worked there," Noshiko commented.
"My daddy says the same thing, but somehow we still live in Beacon Hills," Lydia said and Ken gave a smile.
"Nothing is wrong with Beacon Hills, in fact, Noshiko and I thought that it's a good place to settle down. There are many families who are not only wealthy but influential, like the Argents, and I was happy to meet your father, Lydia, he is a sharp business man," Ken praised and Lydia beamed with pride. "Unfortunately we wish we could convince Derek to stay, as well as Jennifer and Isaac, it's always good to have friends around."
"I'd actually like to stay; my parents were originally from Beacon Hills," Isaac commented and Stiles looked up at him.
"Parents? As in plural? I thought you were Jennifer's step-brother," Stiles commented and Isaac gave a slow nod, his mouth forming into an 'o' shape as he paused.
"Well, yeah, yeah I am, sort of, it's just easier to say than instead of the whole story. My mom died when I was born, and my dad died when I was kinda young, but it's okay, he was a dick, and I knew Derek and Derek knew Jen and her parents and they always wanted a son, and well, I still wanted to be a Lahey, so they let me keep my last name but got to adopt me, and practically overnight I became the son of two millionaires, so that's cool," Isaac explained the story so nonchalantly that everyone stared at him by the end of it, and he looked up. "What?" he asked and took a drink of his water.
"So, basically you are kinda like the plot of like orphan Annie, adorable kid with curly hair gets adopted by millionaire, cool," Stiles commented and the table laughed, and even Derek made a slight choking noise that resembled a laugh. Isaac grinned and gave a small nod.
"What about you Scott? You told us your mom is a nurse, but what does your father do?" Noshiko asked and Stiles cast a look at Scott, knowing the sensitive subject that his father was. Instead, Scott looked up and smiled at Kira and then the table.
"Well, actually my father is not really in my life so much, he's an FBI agent though, to answer your question," and that sent a bunch of 'oos' and 'aahs' around the table and Stiles pitched in.
"Yeah, but we're hoping, that our parents, my Dad and his mom, will just admit they are in love and get married already," he said and Scott gave a laugh as questioning began of a budding relationship, and then Ken asked.
"What does your father do, Stiles?"
"He's actually the Sheriff," he said it with unabashed pride and there were no 'oos' or 'aahs' like with Scotts more impressive FBI dad but everyone nodded in appreciation. "I think he's pretty great because crime is low and hey, nobody has gotten killed in a long time." There were a few more nods before Derek looked up from his bowl.
"And your mother? What does she do?" he asked and Stiles froze for a second as he drank his water, staring at the bottom of the glass and he set it down.
"Actually my mother is uh,well, gone, she um, she died," he didn't even look up because he didn't want to see the look on everyone's face. The same look that everyone always gave whenever they heard about his mom.
"Was it a painful death?" Derek asked and Stiles looked at him as if he had two heads and he cleared his throat.
"Well, it's kinda depressing and not exactly table conversation, so how about we switch it to a lighter subject?Like the fact in a few billion years our sun will supernova and swallow us all," he joked and everyone gave an uncomfortable laugh and Derek turned away and made only a few utterances for the rest of dinner.
By the end of it, the air was comfortable and as Stiles sat down on the living room couch, glad to have some sort of furniture, and glad to be away from everyone. He swore if Jennifer talked about the subtle differences in the material that was used for Prada and Gucci one more time, he was going to stab out his eye with a fork. Suddenly Kira dropped down beside him. "Thanks so much for coming," she gushed and Stiles tried to give an easy smile and brushed off the thanks. "Seriously I don't know Scott that well, but he definitely loosened up when you came, so thank you," she said and then played with the hem of her dress, "I just wish he could feel relaxed around me too," she fidgeted some more with her dress and Stiles nodded with a gentle smile, taking her hand.
"It's no problem Kira, and seriously, give him some time, he'll come around, Scott's a people person, he likes everyone, so don't worry," he insisted and Kira gave a nod and small smile and then got up from the couch, and went into the kitchen to help with the dessert. Pretty much everyone was in the kitchen, while Stiles excused himself, as he still felt out of place. He saw Scott talking with Lydia and Kira, that same Scott expression on his face. Stiles swore the guy had a permanent romantic face on, except when he was confused or irritated.
One would never know if he was having a conversation or flirting, and he saw Isaac interjected something and Lydia laughed, and she grabbed his arm. Stiles raised an eyebrow and wondered if that was going to be something. He felt a little sorry for Aiden but he also liked Isaac. Suddenly the couch dipped beside him and he turned and nearly fell off to see the most unexpected person sitting by him and gracefully handing a glass of wine to him, a smile on her face as she smoothed out her blue dress.
"Hello," Jennifer smiled over her own wine and Stiles stared at her and then looked behind him and Jennifer giggled. "Yes, I'm talking to you," she said taking a sip of her wine. "It's been so good meeting you, and getting to know Scott, and Lydia, my brother seems really taken with her, but of course my brother is taken with everyone," she said with a smile and Stiles looked down at the wine in his hand and back up at her, slightly wondering if he'd been transported into an alternate universe. However, his better judgment said even if he were to be transported into an alternate universe where magical creatures like werewolves existed she'd still be evil.
"Right, well, Lydia is a charmer," Stiles said with a nod and Jennifer smiled at him and leaned back on the couch.
"So, tell me Stiles, how about you? Anyone who strikes your fancy?" She asked and Stiles gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"Romance really isn't something that interests me," he replied honestly, and Jennifer made an 'o' with her lips.
"Really? Why is that?" she asked and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Mostly cuz no one is like that in real life, nothing is like The Notebook or whatever, or take for example, this book, we're supposed to read, Pride and Prejudice, for class, but all it centers on is like the romantic life of two seemingly opposite characters overcoming social classes to fall in love, and that literally does not ever happen in real life, probably for the best," Stiles explained and was glad that he remembered the Spark Notes that he had quickly surfed through in preparation for any pop quiz. Jennifer gave a smile and seemed almost pleased with his answer, when suddenly the wine was taken from Stiles hand and he looked up to see Derek holding it.
"You're underage," he said simply at Stile's questioning look.
"That didn't stop me last weekend," he complained, not that he really wanted the wine, but now that he could not have it, he simply wanted it on principle. Derek did not say anything but merely handed Stiles the dessert, which he admitted did seem really good looking. Jennifer looked up at Derek and within minutes he was back and he handed her a plate of dessert as well, before taking his own and sitting in the corner chair. Even though the chair was large, it still looked rather small in comparison to Derek's muscled form, and Stiles absentmindedly wondered how much Derek weighed.
"He's a real stick in the mud isn't he?" Jennifer teased Derek, who gazed at the two with a rather unamused expression and Stiles thought it better to dig into his dessert than even toe the line with that discussion. The dessert was very delicious though he wasn't sure what it was. Some type of layered cake with cream that tasted a bit like coffee and cream.
Scott and Kira had disappeared and Stiles hoped that they would be kissing at the moment or something, because his boy needed to make a move sooner or later. "Are you enjoying your tiramisu?" He stopped eating to answer Noshiko's question as he noticed that she, Ken, Isaac, and Lydia had joined them.
"Hwh?" he asked, his mouth slightly full and Jennifer shot a look at Derek who rolled his eyes and Stiles swallowed annoyed with their eye conversations which had been happening almost all night.
"The cake, idiot," Lydia translated and Stiles gave her a frown and puppy eyes before turning back to Noshiko with a smile.
"Yeah this tear-me-sue is really nice, is it an Asian dessert?" he asked and Jennifer laughed and looked over at Derek, who had stiffened in his chair. Noshiko and Ken looked at one another and Lydia shook her head, an amused smile on her face.
"Actually, it's Italian," Derek spoke again as if he were an adult trying to communicate with a child. Stiles just shrugged his shoulders and dug in, shoving the rest into his mouth with a satisfied and creamy smile at Derek who stared back at him, with a pinched expression. Stiles smiled at Jennifer and then at everyone as he ate the cake. Italian, Asian, or whatever, it was delicious!
"So Stiles you said your father was a Sheriff?" Jennifer asked and Stiles looked up, licking his lips with a nod. "Imagine that, being the son of the Sheriff of Beacon Hills," she spoke as if she were imagining what that would be like. Stiles gave a nod; very confused why she kept bringing up the fact his dad was the Sheriff. "It's just," she paused, "interesting," as she said this her eyes stared over at Derek who gave a terse smile. Noshiko cleared her throat and sent an apologetic look toward Stiles.
"Shall we watch the movie?" she suggested and Stiles perked up.
"Movie?"
The movie was picked by Derek, as house rules were whoever cooked would pick the movie. Stiles was surprised to see he picked Skyfall, which was not even near the top of the list of movies that Stiles expected Derek to pick. He did not know what he expected, probably something more sophisticated. Then again, who was more sophisticated than James Bon? Everyone settled in, Derek moving from his chair to sit beside Jennifer, which unfortunately, Stiles noted, also meant Derek was sitting near him. Still Derek kept a maximum distance away from him, which was not that far, and Noshiko and Ken were sitting next to one another on the loveseat while Lydia moved over to sit by Stiles feet and he absentmindedly played with her hair. Isaac lounged on the floor and suddenly Scott and Kira materialized just as the movie began, seeing the broad form of James Bond down the hall.
Stiles would not call himself the biggest fan of 007 movies, but it was an easy watch, even with Jennifer interjecting comments every now and then. Stiles was a movie talker himself, but at least when he made comments, they pertained to what was being said on the screen at the time of the movie. Every time Jennifer said something it was something like.
"I don't think there is anything better than sitting back and watching a good spy movie."
Or
"Watching these movies will never get old."
Or
"I cannot wait until the next one comes out, we should go see it together, Der." That last one nearly made Stiles snort in laughter, and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it's because Jennifer called Derek, Der, and he could see Derek tense up every time Jennifer said something. No one said anything, however, and Stiles wondered if it was just him that could see how clearly evil she was. Maybe it was just proper etiquette or maybe they were just used to her so they did not hear her. He had to believe it was the latter; he had to believe that they did not hear her.
The scene came on where Bond was applying the shaving cream with a weird brush and he leaned down to Lydia. "Who applies shaving cream like that? Nobody," he hissed and she looked back at him.
"How would you know?" he gave her a small glare at that comment because he did lack scruff, but he was still nineteen, plenty of time to eventually grow some.
"He doesn't even need to shave, they are literally just putting it on just to scrape it off," he whispered and Lydia hushed him and he heard a soft puff of air beside him and he looked over to see Derek's eyes on the movie, but a small smile on his face. Stiles definitely did not think it was cute. He just knew that Derek was kind of messed up for smiling during a slightly erotic shaving scene.
Soon enough the evening and the movie was over, and Stiles had managed to keep his mouth shut through most of it, though when he saw Q he commented how the guy looked very familiar and it was going to bug him for the rest of the night. Yet when the movie had ended, Stiles admitted it wasn't half bad. Scott asked Stiles for a ride back to his house, because Kira had picked him up and Lydia would have to drive out of her way.
They said goodbye to everyone, except for Derek who was cleaning up in the kitchen, which surprised Stiles because he figured that is why rich people have like maids or whatever. As they got in the car Stiles looked over at his friend who gave him a side smile and Stiles turned fully, putting his hand on the back of Scotts head rest and gestured with his other one.
"Wellll…" he trailed off and Scott gave him a wincing smile and shrugged and Stiles flew back, and then grabbed his face. "Are you-" he grabbed the steering wheel and looked ahead. "Are you kidding me Scott?" he flailed as he turned again, his eyes boring a new hole into Scotts head as Scott shook his head. "You haven't kissed her yet!" He exclaimed.
"We're taking it slow! We were just talking ya know! I really like her and the whole thing with Allison, I don't want to rush it!" Scott explained hurriedly and Stiles shook his head, gripping the wheel and then he started to nod as he started the car.
'Ya know what, if she thinks you're a wimp and dumps you I hope you know you only have yourself to blame," Stiles said backing out of the driveway and beginning the drive and Scott gave a laugh. There was silence in the car for a few moments before Scott cleared his throat.
"She is having another dinner party at her house though, she wants us all to come, it's on Sunday," He gave him a suggestive look and Stiles sighed as he tapped the steering wheel and then scratched his forehead.
"Yeah, Scotty boy, I love you, you know I do, but I really don't want to-"
"Is it because of Derek?" Scott asked and Stiles frowned and then shook his head.
"No, well…not really, he's not my major problem, but Jennifer definitely is," he said and glanced at his friend whose eyebrows were furrowed. "I swear Jennifer is out for poor Stiles blood, seriously I feel like I've been drained by a vampire whenever she's around," he commented as he turned into Scotts house and Scott looked at his friend with begging brown eyes.
"Dude, I know Jennifer is not the nicest person, but she's also not really mean, I mean maybe she doesn't know she's being mean ya know," Stiles cast a sidelong glance at his friend and Scott clasped his hands together.
"Please, Stiles, please! It's so awkward being there with everyone, even with Lydia, they all talk about stuff I don't understand, and it's just they have dinner parties and I don't know what I would do without you there, Stiles, please," he pleaded with his friend who stared at the garage door in front of him and gave another sigh before he jerked around and pointed a finger at Scott.
"Alright, but this is the last time, Scott, I'm serious man, because all of this," he pointed the finger at himself with a twirl, "is not a fan of any of that," he jerked his thumb back toward the direction they drove from and Scott nodded. "Seriously, maybe next time you could try to seduce like a Princess and make it easier," Scott laughed at his friends sarcasm, and promised him a thousand times over this would be the last time he asked Stiles to be his right hand man on a date with Kira. As they said goodbye, Stiles gave a sigh and turned back toward his house.
Maybe it was just Jennifer, and he was just not giving her the benefit of the doubt, even though she acted like a total snob. After all, she did ask him a lot of questions like she was trying to get to know him. Maybe she was trying to overcome her snobby behavior. He did not really know, but what he did know is that Derek looked irritated anytime he saw Stiles and Jennifer talking, and Stiles just wanted to scream in his face that he wasn't interested. He didn't understand why he was so upset, not like Derek and Jennifer were dating, but maybe he was actually into girls and maybe he misheard, or maybe Derek played for both parties. Any of them seemed likely, but what didn't seem likely is why Derek was so jealous about Stiles talking with Jennifer. Even if he wanted to, in comparison to Derek, it's not like he had a chance with her.
He did not let himself think on it much further, until he pulled into his house, and went inside. He was exhausted and it was late, and he saw his dad asleep on the sofa. Through the dim light, he saw his father was out of his uniform and lying on his back, his hands clutching something tightly to his chest.
Stile's heart beat a little faster as he approached, and looked down to see a picture frame with the one of the only pictures of his mother when she was still well. He slid down beside his father on the floor and stared at the picture and his dad's serene face. His mother's smile was beautiful, and though Stiles bore a lot of resemblance to his father, he'd inherited his mother's big brown eyes.
"Stiles," his dad muttered and Stiles was shocked out of his reverie.
"Yeah, dad, I'm here," he said and his father blinked his eyes open and gave a smile at his son as he reached over and pat his hair.
"Hey," he smiled and Stiles took his father's hand and held it as if he were still a little boy and he smiled softly.
"Hey," he answered.
"I couldn't sleep, reminds me when you were a teenager, I used to stay up like this, back then I could, but you were such a pain in the ass, you stayed out all night," his dad muttered through a yawn and Stiles gave a slight laugh. "But I love you son, I do, I don't care…about anything you do or who you are, I love you…so did your mother," his dad let out a slow breath. His eyes still closed and there was silence over the room. As Stiles looked up at his father, his heart wrenched, and he leaned down and kissed his dads hand, tears stinging the back of his eyes.
"I love you too, dad," he said, his voice cracking slightly as he got up, and grabbed the picture of his mom and the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over his father. He put the picture down on the stand beside his father. He walked up the stairs and cast a glance back toward the living room and took a deep breath against his churning stomach and felt exhausted. "I'm the worst son ever," he whispered as he walked up the stairs.
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