Previously:
"Obviously your senses are off if you couldn't smell us." Scott was sitting in his desk and nearly fell off his chair as he suddenly turned to see Derek, Lydia, and Isaac all standing in his room.
"Hi guys…"
"Oh….um well Derek's coming over for supper. He didn't want to eat alone and Peter is visiting Cora and—" Stiles started to ramble.
"Say no more," his dad put a hand up, "we'll set up another place for him."
Scott jumped up after he spoke, cautiously looking at the Derek, Isaac, and Lydia. "What do you guys want?"
"Relax," Lydia scoffed, "we just want to talk."
"Uh, I don't know if you remember, but last time I had a 'talk'," Scott did quotation marks with his hands, "with any one of you, I was attacked."
"Yeah, well you deserved it and you healed." Isaac retorted. "Now sit." Scott hesitantly sat down on his bed as Lydia came over and sat next to him. Isaac and Derek, however, continued standing. Moments of silence just passed. Derek could practically hear the crickets chirping already, despite it being early afternoon. Looking around, Derek tapped his foot gently, though he shouldn't be because he's definitely not nervous and he's Derek. At least that's his logic. Up until now, he's been the "sourwolf", in Stiles's opinion, and he's "emotionally constipated", in also Stiles's opinion. He locked eyes on Lydia when she motioned with her head subtly towards Scott, who was currently just staring at Isaac. Derek cleared his throat, causing the attention to shift to him.
"Scott, we, " Derek crossed his arms, "believe that Stiles isn't complete without you and the same as you're not complete without Stiles."
"What are you guys saying?" Scott questioned slowly.
"We need to find a way to get you two to talk again and make up." Derek replied.
"We know it's not going to be easy," Isaac intervened, "but it'd be worth it."
"Guys, I don't think you understand. Stiles won't even look at me. There's no way he'd agree to talk to me." By now Scott was standing up, expressing his words by moving his hands around in various ways that reminded Derek so much of Stiles. Lydia stood up and put her hands on the side of Scott's arms.
"Scott relax. That's another reason why we're here; to find a way to get you two to meet up. That and how you're going to get back on his good side."
"Guys, he's not going to forgive me." Falling back on his bed, Scott placed his head in his hands. Isaac and Derek both smelled the salty tears, but didn't say anything about it.
"Yes he will." Isaac encouraged, "you just got to think of a plan."
"Well," Scott straightened up a little, wiping his eyes, "I was thinking about it but they all seem like dumb ideas."
"Tell us." Lydia demanded.
"When Stiles and I were younger, we would sometimes watch those cheesy, romantic movies you use to take Jackson to Lydia. The entire time we would laugh, occasionally cry, but we would always make a joke about how if one of us did something drastic, we would have to get some red roses and chocolates and go down on one knee. In the movie's it always seemed to work to get the girl back." Shrugging a little, Scott crossed his arms behind his head and fell back on his bed. Derek looked not impressed but when he looked over at Isaac, he was surprised to see the teenager thinking.
"You guys did agree you were the hot girl, Scott." This caused Scott to lightly laugh.
"Yeah, I remember that."
"It might work then." Surprisingly Lydia got on board. When he noticed Lydia staring at him, Derek put his hands up.
"I'm not saying it's a bad idea," Isaac groaned, "but what if it doesn't work?"
"Always the downer Derek." He looked over to see Isaac slightly glaring at him.
"No he's right." Scott said, "but I did have a back-up plan?" The statement was actually a question, which caused Lydia raise her one eyebrow.
"Is it more cheesy than flowers and chocolates?"
"Actually, it involved a 12-pack of Red Bull and the Fast & Furious collection."
"That'll work." Derek smiled at the memory of Stiles freaking out about the 6th movie last year. He had been so excited and to tell the truth, so was Derek, that when Stiles offered to have Derek come with him to see it in theatres, Derek went. And for once in a while, there was nothing happening. It was a chance for Derek to relax and to settle back with a pack member. That was also the day Derek realized his massive crush on the over energetic boy, specifically when they walked into the actually theatre with the screen, and they were the only two in there. Now that that was remembered, he wondered if Stiles had meant for it to be a date.
"Now, about when you will make your big 'romantic'," Derek cringed at Lydia's word choice, "gesture…"
"I could go over tonight and do it? His dad is home usually every Wednesday night and Stiles never misses that if he can't help it."
"You can't." Derek interrupted before Scott could go further. When he realized all three of them were, once again, staring at him, Derek started to become bashful and to look flustered. "You…I….I'm…"
"Derek, are you trying to say you have a date tonight with Stiles? Because my god, is it time you two got together." Lydia intervened in his rambling.
"Yes, we…wait what?" Derek backtracked over Lydia's words. Rolling his eyes at the side, Isaac pushed Derek a little.
"Yes you two are oblivious idiots. But you should probably go home and take a shower." Isaac crinkled his nose.
"But I…"
"Go Derek!" Lydia this time was the one that got up and pushed Derek. "We can just as easily figure out when Scott and Stiles can meet up."
"Alright, fine!" Derek threw his hands up, but inside he was happy about how this was all turning out. Now to only get past Stiles's father.
Stiles nervously tapped his foot. Derek should be here by now and Stiles has already sent him several texts, all to which there was no reply. His father was looking at him weirdly but he just shrugged it off. "He's probably just as nervous to come here then for me to have him here." John smiled and nodded, having a feeling that Derek was probably terrified of what this was going to be like. In all honesty though, Derek shouldn't be worried. John had already given him half the talk at the hospital when Stiles was there. Well, maybe Derek should be a little worried as John still had the other half of the conversation to tell him. When the doorbell rang, Stiles was out of his seat before the word "Hogwarts" could be uttered.
"Derek," Stiles said, a little out of breath from his heart racing in excitement.
"Hi." Derek held out some wild flowers for Stiles, as his other hand held some chocolate cupcakes with blue frosting on top. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I just…I forgot the dessert and I just couldn't bring myself to get out of my car for a few minutes because I'm so worried that you're father has wolfsbane in the food and then the door looked intimidating and I just, I'm sorry." Stiles didn't even try to stop Derek from rambling, not when that's the longest Derek's spoke….ever.
"Ah Derek," his father clapped Derek on the shoulder, "come on in. The food's ready and I see you brought cupcakes."
"Yes sir. Sorry I'm late sir."
"Ah it's alright. I remember I was about an hour later in meeting Stiles's grandparents. And no more sir…John is fine." The sheriff gave Derek a gentle smile and Derek just seemed to relax a bit. Stiles however grew closer on edge. What did this mean? Is his father doing this right? Shouldn't Derek be getting scolded for being late? Why is his father being so cool about this?
"Right John." Sheriff Stilinski's name felt weird and awkward on Derek's tongue but he managed to speak…and walk all the way to the kitchen table without tripping or doing something embarrassing. He sat down on the long side of the rectangular table, in the middle of John, at the head of the table, and Stiles, at the bottom of the table. He was also really glad when the food set out was spaghetti, not that he was picky or anything; he just really enjoys noodles.
Surprisingly when they eat, there's a light banter going around the table and sometimes John would throw in an amusing story of Stiles when he was younger. Derek felt like he was at home again, with his mother and father, with his aunts and uncles, with his cousins, with his brothers and sisters. It was easy-going and amazing to Derek and the entire time he was smiling. This could be your life. A voice whispered in his head. You could have all of this again.
"So," John said, folding his napkin onto the table and staring up at the two, "is this when you tell me you two are together?" Derek freezes, completely, while Stiles just says "Dad!" really loudly. "What? You guys aren't exactly subtle about it and why else would Derek come over to eat? He hasn't in the past when Cora went back to South America."
"Dad, I was going to tell you." Stiles said at the same time Derek said,
"I'm not going to hurt him."
"You better not." A dark gleam appeared in the Sheriff's eye. "Because I know where Chris Argent is and I can easily obtain wolfsbane from the next-next-door neighbors garden." Derek hummed a little, finally pleased to know why he has to go the long way around to Stiles's house when the grass is cut at that house.
"Yes sir." Derek looked down, something used to know submission within a pack.
"Hey head up, time for dessert." John simply stated with a grin.
Wowza...almost 2000 words in this chapter. (: Which I guess isn't a lot but most of my chapters are 1100-1500
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked Scott's plan.
I re-wrote that scene so many times, which is why it took me so long.
The dinner was short and sweet, kind of to the point.
I don't really have any questions for you guys this chapter but predict away (: