"Uhhhh..." Stiles groans out, burying his face in the pillow.
"..."
"Ahhhhhhh..." Stiles huffs out again, twisting from side to side, his groaning getting louder.
"... St-"
"GAAAAHHHH!"
"Stiles what is it already!?" Scott groans out, awkwardly sitting on the edge of his own bed as if somehow he was the visitor now. "Seriously, you've done nothing but groan into my pillow this entire time- wait, why do you keep inviting yourself over, unannounced? I don't even remember giving you a key."
"I made a copy because I knew you would have anyway," Stiles mumbled through the pillow, Scott frowning at that.
"I really wouldn't have though..."
"Ughhhhh," Stiles groans out for the hundredth time, punching at the mattress like a child having a tantrum.
"Please, I just made my bed," Scott mutters, but Stiles clearly isn't hearing him and all Scott can do is heave a sigh.
"What am I suppose to do... I don't know how much more I can take of this," Stiles muttered, turning to look at Scott, the beta frowning at him in turn.
"Uhm.. Can't take what?"
"Dude, haven't you been listening?" Stiles scoffed, flailing his arms in the air as he moved to sit up and Scott just stays quiet. Like groaning was something intelligible that anyone could possibly ever understand. "It's been a week since Derek went on that stupid trip, it's so boring without him,"
"Wow, thanks buddy. I love hanging out with you too," Scott mutter, voice void of any emotio, Stiles rolling his eyes as he moved to stand, starting to pace back and forth in Scott's room.
"I mean we've talked on the phone every night but that's not enough. If I wanted to talk about my day I'd text him. We don't really even talk about anything when he does call though..." Stiles breathed, pacing the room, his feet constantly kicking up the left corner of Scott's rug and all the beta can do is think about how he literally got that rug just the other day.
"Can you stop moving, it's making my head hurt and you're ruining my rug,"
"Oh god, just the other day, I tried to have phone sex with him, but he totally didn't pick up on it," Stiles mutters as he plops down in Scott's computer chair, spinning back and forth in it. "wait, what if he did get it but he just wasn't interested, what if he's seeing someone-"
"Stiles," Scott muttered watching as Stiles started to pull paper clips out its holder, making stick figures out of them, Scott wishing he could erase the words 'phone sex' from his mind. "Aren't you overreacting? I mean, you tell me all the time how me and Allison spend way too much time together,"
"But this is different," Stiles frowns, flailing his arms. "You and Allison are constantly glued to each other, to the point where your cells are starting to fuse. I just want Derek to actually talk to me," Stiles huffs and Scott feels like he should be offended, but in the back of his mind, he actually wouldn't mind fusing with Allison- wait, what the hell?
"I told him about the new Spider-man movie and do you know what he said? 'Cool', " Stiles breathes, making this exploding motion with his hands as if his brain was in the middle of exploding. "He didn't say 'Jesus, why are they milking this?' or 'I'll feel ashamed saying this, but I wanna see it,'. He didn't even suggest we burn every movie theater just to save the series' integrity. No, all. He. Said. Was... 'Cool,'..."
"Stiles,"
"What the hell am I suppose to do with that?!" Stiles breathes out, accidentally knocking over a couple of Scott's books onto the floor as he spun around to look at him. "Ugh, it would be easier if I could just see him. Then I'd know what he's thing when we're on the phone,"
"Stile-"
"Wait..." Stiles paused for a moment, his eyes slowly widening as this light bulb in his head seemed to go off. "Oh my god, I know what to do!"
"...you do?" Scott muttered, frowning a little as Stiles suddenly stood up, the chair falling to the floor in all the excitement.
"Yeah! I gotta go!" Stiles rushed as he moved to grab his jacket. "I gotta get everything ready!" He rushed, offering no other explanation as he ran out of the room, leaving Scott there. It was quiet for a moment as he looked around the room, books all over a ruffled rug and sheets pulled off the corner of his bed.
"I just cleaned too..." He mumbled to himself. He felt like crying.
Stiles was elated- no elated was an understatement. He was freaking psyched (don't think that's any better but okay). Hell, he even brushed his hair and lotioned his face just to get ready for a simple call- but this was no simple call. This was like a call to the pope or something-
"Stiles," Derek mumbles, brows furrowed as he looks at his phone, his face filling up Stiles' screen and god was that beautiful sight. "Why are you face timing me?" The Alpha muttered, Stiles' leg jumping up and down as he sat there, this wide grin on his face.
"Oh my god, I almost forgot what you looked liked!" Stiles rushes, adjusting his phone so that it was at a better angle, Derek frowning even more at that, looking at Stiles like he was stupid.
"It's only been a week," Derek breathes, running a hand through his hair and Stiles pauses at that.
"Dude, that's like a month in dog time," Stiles points out and Derek raises a brow at Stiles like he honestly is stupid. "...Not that I'm a dog," Stiles adds on, but he can't help but marvel at that eyebrow arch. How he missed his judgemental eyebrows.
"...Stiles," Derek mutters and Stiles just kinda nods his head because he's pretty sure his voice will crack if he tries to speak. "Are those...candles in the background?" He frowns, eyes narrowing and Stiles tenses at that, averting his eyes. Okay, so he may have lit some candles to help set the mood... was that so wrong? (On many levels, that is more than wrong. It's weird.)
"...No," Siles drawls, slowly inching over to keep said candles out of Derek's view and the Alpha just stares at him for a moment, really focusing on the part where he loves Stiles. Yes, it's an excuse he tells himself all the time. "So... what are you up to?" Stiles breathes and Derek scratches his head at that as if debating actually telling him. Stiles isn't gonna lie, from the moment Derek answered the phone he has been trying to figure out where he is, but it's dark in the background and Stiles thought he heard a car drive by earlier so maybe he's outside?
"I'm walking," Derek mutters and Stiles smiles. It's not like a 'Oh, how nice' kind of smile. It's more of a 'there better be more to this story' kind of smile, but Derek clearly has nothing else to say and Stiles' smile gets even bigger.
"Walking where..." Good job Stiles, props to you for being so patient.
"Outside," You son of a bi-
"That's nice," Stiles breathes out and Derek stares at him for a moment, Stiles visibly shaking and- wait, did the bastard just smirk. Stiles eyes narrow and he can see the tiny little shrug Derek's lips give and this son of a bitch is fucking with him.
"Listen, I have to go," Derek mutters, looking at something past his phone and Stiles can feel a mirror of excitement shatter inside of him as this devastation settles into his face.
"What? But we just... it hasn't even been five minutes," Stiles whines and this isn't how this is supposed to be going. There was suppose to be humor and laughs and romance. He was supposed to throw out some cheesy lines and Derek was supposed to blush and giggle- okay, that's just wishful thinking, but someone was supposed to be laying down the lines god damnit!
"I know, but I gotta go, something important came up," Derek mutters and he's not even looking at Stiles anymore. What the hell?
"Wait, can't you jus-" Stiles cuts himself off as the call suddenly ends and he kind of just sits there, the same question playing over and over in his head. Did he just hang up on me? No, seriously. Did he just hang up? On me? Me? ME!?
"Stupid," Stiles laughs as he gets up and screw the candles and screw the clean sheets he may or may not have put on the bed, though what he was going to do there was a mystery. "I'm not hurt," Stiles mumbles as he makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen.
"He's the idiot, why should I be mad?" Stiles breathes and he's slowly crossing a line where he's doing more than talking to himself. He's starting to answer his own questions.
"That's right, he's the dick, not me," Stiles breathes and there's this huge chunk of time that kind of black outs because he's on the floor of the kitchen with a tub of chocolate ice cream and a spoon. He doesn't even like chocolate ice cream like that.
"Stupid, Derek. Such a stupid dick with a stupid face and stupid hair. Even his abs are stupid," Stiles muttered, shoving ice cream into his mouth and he's not crying, but it sounds like he is and it sounds like a chortle more than a battle cry
"Stupid, sexy abs. He wasn't even that good in bed... yeah, he sucks..." Stiles mumbles and it's quiet for a moment as he sits there, slowly lowering his head as if admitting defeat. "He was really good in bed...stupid,"
"Are you bipolar?" Stiles jerks at the sudden voice, his eyes wide in disbelief as he sees Derek standing there in the door way with his eyebrow raised, clearly judging him and Stiles is stunned.
"Eyebrows!" Stiles breathes out, his ice cream forgotten and Derek is pretty sure Stiles means him, so he goes over to the teen, watching the way he makes grabbing motions for him and Stiles can literally feel his split personality forming. Part of him is so happy to see him, but the other part wants to choke him out.
"I missed you too," Derek hums as Stiles wraps his arms around his neck, Derek taking hold of his waist, pulling hm closer, eyeing the half melted ice cream.
"What are you doing here? Why did you hang up on me a minute ago? What about your secret lover? Why is Spiderman just 'cool' too you?" Stiles breathes out and Derek honestly has no clue what the hell he is going on about.
"... I told you I was coming home today," Derek frowns, slowly pulling away and Stiles just stares at him, because they both know he never listens when it actually matters.
"...You hung up on me," Stiles states and now he's staring at Derek and Derek is staring at him.
"It was suppose to be a joke..."
"It wasn't funny," Stiles mutter, Derek joining, clearly expecting Stiles to say that and now it's quiet again and why the hell do they keep just staring at eachother?!
"...You have chocolate on your mouth," Derek mutters, faintly wondering how Stiles could be a puddle of mess just three minutes after their phone call. Quietly he brings a thumb up to the corner of Stiles' mouth, wipping off the chocolate the there before licking his thumb and Stiles just stares at him with the blank expression, but inside he's having a mental melt down. Seriously, why the hell does this guy live like he's constantly in a porno?
"...I'm home," Derek hums, smirking as he see the way Stiles face slowly starts to turn red.
"Welcome home..." Stiles mutters stubbornly, averting his eyes, his heart starting to beat hard in his chest. He's suppose to be mad god damnit, but he's too weak against pretty faces.
"Let's go put those candles to use, hmm?" Derek hums, already scooping Stiles up in his arms and if anyone ever ask, Stiles totally kept his resolve and didn't get swept up in his charm. Yeah... that's total bull shit.
"Stiles..."
"Derek, please... I can't focus," Stiles breathes out, fingers fumbling, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as he tried to focus on the task at hand.
"Here, let me do it," Derek mumbles quietly and Stiles shakes his head at that.
"N-no I can do it!" He breathes, the candles quietly flickering in the background, the room dimly lit as the bed starts to creak, Derek inching closer to Stiles.
"Stiles... we've been doing this for ten minutes now, don't push yourself," Derek mutters, Stiles face becoming flushed.
"...F-fine.." Stiles breathes out quietly, his hands already becoming sweaty, frustration building up as Derek lets a smirk play at the corner of his mouth, Stiles unable to meet his gaze as he silently hands over the remote.
"... Stiles," Derek begins as they sit there on the edge of the bed, both of them staring at the tv as Derek passes the level Stiles was struggling on.
"Yes Derek?" Stiles hums, his pride suddenly feeling smaller. He couldn't even finish a stupid level in ten minutes, but Derek got it in two?
"When I said we should put the candles to use... playing video games wasn't what I had in mind," Derek mutters and Stiles pauses at that, turning to look at him, making grabbing motions for the controller.
"But I've spent a whole week with no one to play with," Stiles huffs and Derek is quiet at that, because he's spent a whole week with no one to play with too. "An Scott sucks at video games," Stiles huffs and it's not like Stiles is any better, but Derek isn't going to say that out loud.
"I missed my gaming buddy," Stiles mutter, bumping Derek's shoulder with his own, focused on the tv and Derek honestly can't tell if this is a win or lose. Glancing at Stiles, he pauses for a moment, notcing the light flush of his cheeks. Why was he- "Besides... we have the whole night to... play... right?" Stiles mumbles and Derek goes quiet at that, stiles unable to look at him. SLowly a smirk starts to tug at the corner of Derek's lip, the alpha wraping his arms around Stiles shoulder, ignoring Stiles protest about how he was messing up his game.
Well, he didn't mind playing for a little bit longer.