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Stiles
I couldn't for the life of me bring myself to look at my dad or Derek... I mean, just because they knew I was as red as a cherry, didn't mean they had to see it! Knowing Derek, he'd just smirk...
Neither of them had said anything, and keeping quite myself was making me agitated...
I kept moving every five seconds, and the fiery itch in my arm was back... The itch was not a nice thing to have!
It didn't help that dad had Derek and I sitting across from each other, instead of side by side, making me have to put up with my irritated skin... So, instead of eating, I sat there with my arms on the table, the nails on my right hand abusing the flesh on my left forearm.
It was probably because I was so focused on the annoying itch, that I didn't realise that dad had started talking.
It was probably the reason why I heard none of the replies Derek gave.
It was probably the reason why I didn't hear anyone talking to me.
All I could think about was the pin pricks of pain running over the skin on my arm, only getting worse as I tried to scratch the itch away... Yet I couldn't stop scratching.
And then a hand was placed over my right, stopping the scratching straight away.
Slightly startled at the sudden contact, I flinched a little, head shooting up, only relaxing again when I saw it was Derek. My wolf – because that's what Derek was; my wolf – used leeched the sting away, from both the itch as well as the pain I inflicted on myself from trying to get rid of it.
I hadn't realised that dad had left the table, until he walked back into the room with a roll of bandages.
While Derek kept his hand over mine, dad worked on wrapping the bandage around my left arm – after cleaning off the blood first...
"Sorry." I mumbled, looking down at the table.
"Stiles, son, this isn't the first time you've done this." dad chuckled slightly, ruffling my hair a little. "This certainly wasn't the worst one you've had."
I smiled slightly, watching as dad secured the bandage before leaving to go put them back in the bathroom.
As soon as he was out of sight, Derek moved from the side of the table he had been confined to, to the side I was on, pulling out and sitting in the chair next to mine.
"Shouldn't scratch it." Derek told me, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling my closer.
"You said that on our first date..." I whispered, smiling slightly, leaning into his side and resting the side of my head on his right shoulder. "And then you admitted I was right, as always."
"I did."
Sighing a little, I moved closer and turned my head until my face was hidden against the side of Derek's neck, and I could get my right arm around his torso. As I did this, Derek turned his head until it was turned down into the top of my head, and moved his left arm until his hand was gently brushing against the bandage on my left forearm.
"There has been way too much drama today." I decided, frowning. "I don't like it."
"Then it's a good thing you didn't hear anything your dad asked me." Derek chuckled. "You probably would have cause more drama. And, no, I'm not telling you what he said and, no, it was nothing bad... You would have just made a big deal out of it."
"I don't even want to know."
And he knew I wasn't lying.
I really didn't want to know... It would only make me even more agitated!
For the rest of dinner, Derek stayed next to me.
Dad didn't tell him to move, so I took that as a good sign...
I actually ate this time and paid attention to the conversation, not as agitated as I had been before.
I guess dad had gotten all the embarrassing questions out of the way while I was spaced out, since now he was asking Derek questions about himself... But that probably meant that dad had asked the sex question...
Yeah, probably best I didn't hear that one...
Turned out that Derek loved baseball. His dad taught him how to play at the age of seven, his whole family playing with them both. Derek had played baseball at college, and had once thought about going professional.
To be honest, I could see it... Derek as a professional baseball player, I mean.
Maybe I should get him the Mets baseball uniform, that only I can see Derek wear...
That sounds like a good plan. A very good plan indeed... Two of my favourite things combined!
It was as I was smiling goofily at my daydream that those thoughts created that I realised dad and Derek were staring at me. Both of them seemed a little worried, but also amused...
Great! Now there are two of them!
"What?" I asked, a little defensively. "Can't a guy daydream?"
"A normal one can." dad nodded – ouch. "But after the years I spent with both your mother and you, I've come to learn that it's a dangerous thing."
"You're just jealous of our awesomeness!"
Dad and I grinned at each other, as we usually did when this kind of thing came up... I remember how, when I was younger, mom could have told me this story she made up, about all these awesome 'mythical' creatures, sending us both into a land of our own afterwards, both of us staring into space and thinking about all those things. Dad would usually come home to find us like that, laughing. His laugh would, normally, break my daydream, so he would always get mom out of her own fantasy land. He and mom would have had that exact conversation that dad and I just had...
As if realising this, the arm that Derek had around my shoulders tightened slightly, and I couldn't help but lean closer, smile widening a little. I know dad saw this...he followed the movement.
"Alright. One more question, then I'm done, for tonight." dad said. "How long has this been going on?"
Ok, let's see. So it was January 8th... And this started on October 27th. So, that was...
"Two months, one week and five days, sir." Derek replied, casually, calmly, not affected in the slightest.
Yeah. That.
Dad just...nodded.
He was probably happy that it hadn't been going on for longer before it was brought to his attention, so I guess I should be grateful? I mean, he could be screaming and threatening to kill Derek right about now.
But he wasn't.
So... Good sign!
But that did remind me...
"Dad?" I asked, trying to sound as perfectly innocent as possible, complete with my cry-on-demand-puppy-though-not-exactly-crying-yet eyes. "I have a question about this weekend."
For those who don't remember, the question Stiles is referring to is asking his dad if he can stay at Derek's for the weekend – before he has to go to Dallas ^_^
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