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Stiles
For the rest of Saturday, Derek and I pretty much just stayed in his room – I had changed out of my jeans and into my sweatpants, still wearing Derek's t-shirt –, only ever leaving to go to the bathroom or to go to the kitchen.
Other than that, we stayed in his room. I mean, it had everything else we needed.
I thought it was the perfect way to start the weekend.
Come on, it was every teenagers dream to be able to just stay in bed or the whole weekend! Any that said it wasn't, was lying.
"I don't know if I want to go to Dallas..." I mumbled into Derek's shoulder, as we lay in his bed.
"I know I don't want you to go to Dallas." Derek huffed, quietly.
Grinning slightly, I turned my head up so I could look at the Alpha wolf. All though, right now, I should be saying Sourwolf. I mean, he had the sourest expression he had ever made!
He looked like a petulant child having a temper tantrum...
It was, both, cute and funny.
"I know you don't." I laughed. "You made that pretty clear when you raced over to my dad to try and convince him to let me stay. And you made that pretty clear, this morning, with the possessive Alpha wolf bit."
As Derek went to speak, I covered his mouth with my hand, glaring at him just a little.
"Now, because of you, my neck looks like it's been mauled. Which, I guess, it has been." I scolded, propping myself up onto my elbow. "Did you forget that I was going to Dallas with people in my class? That I would have to spend a week with these people, and they're going to see what you did to my neck? You've doomedme."
"But..." Derek started as I moved my hand.
"No buts! You've doomed me! You're a bad Sourwolf."
I should have seen it coming when Derek pushed me sideways and onto my back.
For dinner we decided on take out, neither of us being bothered to go down to the kitchen and cook. So, calling the Chinese place – Derek already knew the number, considering how many times we got food from there during Pack gatherings – and ordering, Derek actually put on some sweatpants.
Seriously, since we got into his room that morning, Derek had been wearing – either – nothing or just his boxers.
Now, while both of those were fine when it was just the two of us, it certainly wasn't fine when someone would be coming around or to the door.
Only I got to see what went on under those sweatpants.
No one else.
Especially after the semi-sexy times.
Of course it was disappointing...for know. But, at least, when our take out had been delivered, I could get Derek back out of his sweatpants...
So, while we were waiting, Derek and I just continued to lie in Derek's bed. I was seriously thinking of getting Scott to help me kidnap this bed when Derek was out one day, because I was honest to God in love with it!
I'm not kidding. It was huge and squishy and soft and just...amazing! I never wanted to leave it.
"What are you thinking about?" Derek asked, quietly, pulling me closer.
"How much I love your bed." I replied, instantly.
"My...bed?"
"Well, yeah. I think I'm going to miss it more than you, come Monday."
I totally expected the annoyed possessive growl that rumbled deep in my Sourwolf's chest.
But I just so happened to time it so well that, before he could do or say anything, the doorbell rang.
The look of Derek's face, however, told me that he was going to make sure I was going to miss him more than his bed sometime after he came back.
That night at, around, half eleven, all the lights were off.
Curtains closed.
Doors locked.
Both Derek and I under the duvet, huddled together.
Neither of us was tired and it was something that we had done all day, but it was nice.
"What time do you have to leave?" Derek whispered, neither of us wanting to break the quiet too much.
"We have to be at the airport for four in the morning." I whispered back. "Our plane is at, about, six, so we'll get there for eleven fifteen."
"Are you going to be able to survive that?"
Hitting the silently chuckling wolf, I couldn't help but smile.
I mean, he had spent the past two years knowing me; he knew I couldn't stay still or quiet for long...
"I'll most likely be asleep the whole ride over there." I explained. "If not, than Greg said I could talk to him."
"Who's Greg?" Derek asked, wearily.
I could pretty much see the way his eyes squinted.
"My teacher – Gregory Duff." I sighed. "He prefers students to call him by his first name. No one knows why and no one cares. He's always done it."
"How do you know that?" Derek snorted.
"I have friends who are turning twenty four this year, and they had Greg when they went to Beacon Hills high."
Derek turned his head down and to the side so he could look at me, frowning in confusion.
Sometimes I forgot that not everyone knew about my other friends.
And by 'not everyone', I meant everyone that wasn't my dad.
"Long story. I've known one my entire life, known another since I was two, known the other eight since I was three." I yawned. "They all left after they graduated college. Moved to New York. Anyway, they all had Greg back then, and they called him Greg too."
"They were the year below me..." Derek mused. "Tomorrow, you're telling me who they are."
"Whatever you say, Sourwolf. Sleep now."
Chuckling slightly, Derek pulled the duvet up higher, dragging me closer as he did.
"Sleep then." he said, burying his face into my hair.
"Love you, Sourwolf." I mumbled.
"I love you too."
This was the start to a great weekend.
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