A/N: Here's part two! Hope you enjoy it! *Trigger warnings*
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.
"So, how are things are the guy front?" Caroline asked me, over coffee at The Grill. I shrugged.
"There's literally nothing to tell." I told her, truthfully.
"What about Kol? I was really hoping that the two of you would hit it off." She pressed me for information. I sighed.
"We went out a couple of times, but it didn't work out. He wasn't the right guy for me." I explained, lamely, without most of the details.
"What? What happened?! He's hot and you're hot! It'd be hot! What wouldn't work with that?!" She asked me. I sighed. She's really not going to let this go. I should have just told her after it happened, but here I am, three months later…
"He wanted to come inside for a drink, after we went out to dinner. I declined his offer. We kissed. He took it too far. I told him to stop. He refused. Derek had to pull him off of me and the rest is history." I shrugged, taking an obnoxiously long sip of my chai tea.
"He did what?!" She fumed. I can only count on one hand how many times I've seen Caroline this angry. Let me tell you, it's not a pretty sight.
"Relax. It's fine. I'm fine. And if it makes you feel any better, Derek hit him… in the jaw." I smirked into my mug. A grin broke over her face.
"So that's what happened? He told us that he got jumped. That little skeaze!"
"Tell me about it." I sighed.
"He asks about you all the time. I just assumed that you two had been seeing each other." She admitted. I shook my head. "Okay, what about Derek, then? He's seriously hot. I know that there's chemistry there." Of course she picked up on that, despite only seeing him through pictures I have on my phone and Facebook stalking. It's Caroline. I don't know why I'm even surprised.
"Don't go there, Care. We're friends. Okay? It's complicated." I sighed. "It's the same reason that you never got with Stefan, after he and Elena broke up. Don't act like you weren't in love with him. Everyone knew that you were. There was just too much invested in your friendship and you didn't want to jeopardize that. Isn't that what you told me? Well, it's the same with me and Derek."
"If you think that I'm just letting this go, you're deluded."
"I prefer the term, 'hopeful'."
"I prefer, 'not gonna happen, sister.'"
"Come on. Please come! It'll be fun!" Caroline begged me over the phone. I grimaced at Derek. He just smirked as he flipped the burgers on the grill on his patio.
"Caroline, I love you, but I'm not going to Klaus' party." I told her for the hundredth time.
"Why not?!"
"You know why. And besides, I don't have a date." I sighed. I really don't want to go. I'd rather announce that I'm on my period to the entire building than go to Klaus' shin-dig.
"Bring Derek." She suggested, without missing a beat.
"Care," I tried.
"Don't start, Bonnie. You're my best friend and it's your duty to be there. Stefan is going, because Klaus invited him. You know that none of us have seen or heard from the Salvatores or Elena in years. Chances are that Damon and Elena will be there, too. You're not making me go through that alone." She pulled the best friend card and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to talk myself out of this one.
"Fine, but only if Derek agrees." I gave in.
"Great! I'll see you then! Wear something hot!" She ended the call and I looked at Derek helplessly.
"So… How do you feel about going to a party?"
"I cannot believe I let her talk me into going to this stupid thing." I whined. Derek just laughed and gave my hand a squeeze. We had done what Caroline asked and dressed up. I decided on a long-sleeve black mini-dress with black leather, flat-soled over-the-knee boots, fishnets and a black leather jacket. Derek was in dark jeans that should be illegal, a dark gray Henley, boots and his black leather jacket. We may have decided on coordinating outfits and it wasn't even planned. We're just on that level.
"You're going to be fine. If he messes with you, I'll kick his ass and we can go." He promised me. I nodded and took a deep breath. He turned off his Camaro. I started to open my door and he shot me a warning look. I held up my hands in surrender, but left the door closed. He got out of the car and came around to the passenger's side and opened my door for me. I smiled up at him, before making a face. He laughed. "You ready?" He asked me. No, but I don't need to admit that out loud.
"Let's do this." I said, instead. He offered me his arm and I looped my arm through his. We went inside the Mikaelson estate and everything was as lavish as Caroline said that it would be. I'm afraid just to breathe in here. What if I break something? Well, here's too hoping. Maybe if I knock over some stupidly expensive vase, we'll get thrown out. Yup. I'm going to hell. Oh, well. At least the weather will be warm.
"Bon, you made it!" Caroline squealed, pulling me from Derek and in for a hug. "And you must be Derek! You're even hotter in person!" She gushed, giving him her appraisal. I laughed, trying not to be mortified. He just smiled at us, like he was trying not to laugh at the situation.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Caroline."
"Of course it is!" She cried. I elbowed her side. She just laughed. "It's nice to finally meet you, too. You know, if not for the pictures, I'd think that Bonnie was making you up." Care just beamed at him. Derek chuckled.
"I could say the same for you." He agreed. I scoffed.
"It's not my fault that Derek's a work-a-holic and you're always busy when he's free, Care." I defended myself. They both just laughed. "I see how it is. You two know each other for two seconds and you're already ganging up on me. For shame." I sighed, dramatically. Derek chuckled and crushed me in a hug, before kissing my cheek. "Just wait until I meet some of your friends, D. You'll see how it feels." I threatened him. He didn't even have the decency to look scared.
"I have to let you meet them, for that to happen." He reminded me. I rolled my eyes.
"It's not my fault you're so antisocial." I huffed.
"Or that the majority of my friends live in California," he added. I frowned at him.
"That too…"
"I thought I heard you over here, love." Klaus said to Caroline, as he walked over to us. I looked up at him and gave a little wave. "How are you, sweetheart?" He asked me.
"I can't complain." I replied.
"It's good to see you. Caroline talks about you all the time." He smiled. Caroline just shrugged and kissed her beau. "You must be Derek, Bonnie's friend. I'm Klaus Mikaelson." Klaus introduced himself to Derek, after he kissed Caroline. Derek offered him his hand.
"I'm Derek Hale. It's nice to meet you." Derek returned the favor. Klaus smirked and took in Derek's appearance.
"You're the man who hit my brother, if I'm not mistaken. Caroline told me what happened. Thank you. I apologize for Kol's poor judgment. I hope you won't think less of the Mikaelsons." Klaus apologized. He said it more to me, than to Derek. I offered him a smile.
"It's not your fault." I assured him.
"You should come out for a drink with me some night. It'd be fun." He smiled and raised his glass to Derek, before leading Caroline to the rest of the party. I took a deep breath and looked up at Derek.
"Well, that went well." I breathed. Derek chuckled.
"Do you feel any better now?" He asked me. I shook my head.
"If I'm being honest, I kind of want to throw up."
"Let's get you a drink."
"Bonnie! Derek! Come on. You're going to miss the game!" Caroline exclaimed, as pulled us into another room. Stefan, Lexi, Klaus, Rebekah, Marcel, Matt, Vicki and some other people I'd never seen before were sitting in a circle with an empty wine bottle in the middle of them.
"You want us to play spin the bottle?" I sputtered. Caroline nodded and ushered us to sit down. I gaped at Derek and he just shrugged and pulled down, so I was sitting next to him. I sighed. I can't believe we're actually doing this. "Who's gonna start?" I asked, reluctantly. Lexi smiled at me, when she saw me.
"It's good to see you, Bonnie." She told me. I leaned forward and gave her a hug.
"It's really good to see you." I whispered. I pulled back and saw back down. Stefan nodded at me. "Hey Stefan," I greeted him. I haven't seen him in years. He didn't leave on the best of terms. Elena left him for Damon and he just bolted from town. None of us have heard from him since, not until now.
"You look good, Bonnie." He said in return. I nodded in thanks. I want to say more and ask him how he's been, but now's not the time. I don't even know if he'd want to talk to me. He made it clear that he didn't want any ties left to Mystic Falls long ago. I thought we were friends, but I stand corrected. It wasn't nearly as hard on me, as it was on Caroline.
"Why doesn't Stefan go first?" Caroline suggested, shooting him daggers with her eyes and a frosty smile with her mouth. The corner of Stefan's mouth turned up and he nodded. He spun and it landed on Rebekah. She smirked and leaned forward for kiss.
"Dazzle me with the skills that I know you must still have." She winked. Stefan smirked and did as she asked. Even with showing off his kissing ability, he kept it relatively short. "You've still got it." She smirked. "My turn," she mused, as she spun the bottle. It landed on Caroline. The guys all perked up.
"I'm not sure I want to see this." Klaus sighed as he put his face in his hand. I laughed.
"Come on, brother. Don't be such a prude." Kol mused from the doorway. I looked up at him and leaned closer to Derek. "I see that someone forgot to invite me." He added, before sitting down in between a pretty redhead and Vicki. "Well, let's see it, then." He said, clapping his hands together.
Caroline shot him a dirty look, before kissing his sister. It was short and sweet. The guys whooped and they pulled away. Caroline spun the bottle and it landed on Marcel.
"Who am I to refuse a pretty lady?" He asked. Klaus gave him a warning look, before smirking. Caroline gave him a quick peck on the lips, but Marcel had other ideas. He deepened the kiss and made a show of slipping his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away, flushed and breathing hard. "You're a lucky man, Klaus."
"Don't I know it." Klaus smirked. Marcel rubbed his hands together and spun the bottle. It landed on Kol and I giggled. Kol glared at me and I giggled even harder. Marcel just shrugged, but Kol looked uncomfortable. Marcel leaned in for the kiss and kissed his cheek, at the last second.
Kol let out a sigh of relief. He took the bottle and gave it a whirl. My stomach filled with dread when it landed on me. Derek tensed next to me.
"You're not touching her." Derek growled.
"Relax; it's just a game." Kol smirked.
"It's fine. If he tries anything, you have my permission to maim him." I told Derek, trying to soothe the situation. Derek gave me a curt nod and gave Kol the most menacing stare that I've ever seen in my life. I squeezed Derek's hand, before letting it go and leaning forward. I don't want to kiss Kol, so I'm perfectly fine with making him do all of the work.
He crept forward, slowly. I grimaced and debated just blowing a raspberry in his face. I mean, his reaction would be priceless. He touched the side of face and I glared at him. He seemed unaffected. He pressed his lips to mine and tried to deepen it, when I pulled away. His tongue met nothing but air and everyone else looked amused. His eyes narrowed at me and I knew that he wasn't going to give up just yet.
I took the bottle and gave it a spin. My heart stopped, when it landed on Derek. My jaw dropped and my brain struggled to form thoughts. This could change everything and I know that I'm not ready for that. Derek looked at me and I couldn't tell if he was thinking the same thing that I was, or if he wanted this to happen. My heart felt like it was trying to beat out of my chest.
He turned to face me and put his hand on the side of my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and leaned forward to kiss me. I tilted my head, so I could meet him halfway. His lips met mine and my eyes closed. I gasped against his lips and kissed him back. His arm went around me and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him and wrapped my arms behind his neck. He sucked on my bottom lip, until I parted my lips for him. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and we battled for dominance. It was becoming harder to breathe, but I didn't want to stop. I don't want this to end. It felt right. It felt unbelievably natural and that's what scared me.
Catcalls and cheering erupted behind us. Derek kept kissing me and I felt helpless against his tantalizing mouth. Soon, I pulled away and looked up at him, panting. He gazed at me with hooded eyes and I knew without a doubt that he wanted this. A throat cleared behind us and I moved off of his lap. I kept looking at him and I wondered if this just changed everything for us. He must've read my mind, because he gave my hand a squeeze, before spinning the bottle.
I looked up and saw Caroline giving me a knowing look. I shook my head and she stopped. I turned my attention back to Derek. He spun the bottle and it landed on Lexi. I watched them kiss, but it was tame in comparison to the one that we shared. I felt eyes on me, so I glanced over at Kol and saw him fuming.
Lexi took her turn and I spaced out. Now is not the time to wig out. God. I really need a drink. I looked around when it got unnaturally quiet. My eyebrows rose, when I realized that the bottle had landed on me. Lexi gave me a devious smile and crawled over to me. She touched her lips to mine and she made it clear that she wanted to put on a show. Her hand went into my hair and she moved her mouth expertly, against mine.
When we pulled away, Derek looked especially pained. I ran a hand through my hair and Lexi winked at me and blew me a kiss.
"I'm curious, love. Who's the better kisser?" Klaus asked Lexi. She shrugged.
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell." She evaded his question and settled back into her spot, next to Stefan. I spun the bottle and prayed that it didn't land on Kol again. I let out a breath of relief when it landed on Matt. I crawled over to him and planted one on him, before excusing myself from the game. Matt smirked at me, before I left the room.
I made my way through the mess of people, so I could get to the open bar. I ordered a shot and a drink. I downed the shot and set down the empty glass, before starting on my drink.
"Starting a bit early, aren't you?" Kol asked from behind me. I jumped and chose to ignore him. I chugged my drink and ordered another one. The bartender handed me a new glass and I turned to face Kol.
"Leave me alone, Kol." I told him, tiredly. I'm definitely not in the mood to deal with him, right now.
"I'm sorry for what happened before. Can't you give me another chance?" He asked me. I shook my head.
"No," I refused.
"Maybe I can persuade you to change your mind?" He suggested. I shook my head.
"I gotta get back to the game." I brushed him off and started walking back to the room. My hand was on the doorknob, when he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest. I spun to face him and pushed him away from me. "Don't touch me."
"You know that you like it." He pressed. I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously, back off." I told him, louder. He backed me up against the wall and cornered me. I glared at him. "Don't."
"Or what? What are you going to do about it?" He hissed. I kneed him in the balls and he staggered away from me. I rushed into the room and everyone looked over at me.
"D, can we go, please?" I asked him. He nodded and got up. He took my hand in his and tilted my face up, so I had to look him in the eyes.
"What happened?" He asked me. I shook my head.
"Nothing. It's fine. Can we just go?" I pleaded with him.
"Come on, darling. Don't be like that." Kol called from outside of the room. Derek let go of me and raged into the hallway. He slammed Kol into the wall and picked him up by his shirt.
"Stay the fuck away from her!" Derek seethed. Klaus, Stefan and I rushed into the hallway, followed by everyone else.
"Brother, a little help?" Kol asked Klaus. Klaus just looked grim.
"You've brought this upon yourself." Klaus told him, coldly. "You're better than forcing yourself onto women." Derek punched Kol in the gut and again in the eye. He let him drop to the floor and took my hand in his.
"Did he hurt you?" He demanded. I shook my head, hurriedly.
"I assure you that he won't be giving you anymore trouble, sweetheart. You have my word." Klaus promised me. I nodded.
"I'll see you later, Care. Okay?" I told her. She nodded and we turned to leave. Stefan touched my arm and I flinched. He held up his hands apologetically.
"I'm sorry about everything and I how I left things. I can't stay in town past tomorrow, but I'll be back in a couple of months. The Lockwoods are throwing a party and I've been guilted into going. We should catch up, okay? Caroline has my number." Stefan apologized. I nodded and gave him a small smile.
"Sure thing. That sounds good Stefan. You should bring Lexi." I told him, motioning to her. She beamed.
"I'll be there." She promised.
"Great. I'll see you." I said goodbye and Derek and I left. The walk to the car was tense, but it was better than staying there.
"You should've told me." Derek fumed, as we walked into the apartment lobby. I looked over at him and he's seriously pissed. I was at a loss of what to say.
"I didn't want to make a scene… I mean, what if you attacked him and then his brothers all joined in to help him? What then? What if you had gotten yourself arrested?! Did you even think about that?!" I snapped at him. He just glared at me.
"I don't care! No man should do what he did to you. If you hadn't gotten away from him, then it probably would've been worse!" He seethed. I glowered back at him.
"You think that I don't know that?! I'm sorry that I give a damn about you!" I hissed, before storming off to the elevator. He was a few paces behind me, but I closed the doors, before he could come in. I'm perfectly aware of just how bad things could have been, but that doesn't mean that I'm okay with the possibility of Derek getting hurt, because of me.
I stormed out of the elevator, as soon as the doors opened on my floor. I ran right into a panting Derek. I tried to walk around him, but he just grabbed my arm. I shot him a warning look, before yanking his arm hair, so he had to let me go. I stormed past him and kept walking toward my apartment.
"Bonnie stop!" He yelled behind me.
"No!" I shot back. I know that this is stupid, but how does he have the right to be mad at me for doing exactly what he was trying to do for me?! Talk about double standards! How is it okay for him to protect me, but I can't protect him?! As if! What are we still stuck in the 50's?!
"Bonnie!" He called after me again. I put my hand behind my back and flipped him off. I squealed as I was lifted off of the ground and thrown over his shoulder.
"Put me down, Derek!" I hissed, as I tried to wiggle out of his grip.
"Not on your life, Bonnie." He retorted. He unlocked the door to his apartment with ease. He wasn't even straining to keep me on his shoulder and multitask. I sighed and I could literally feel the anger starting to leave me. It's not fair. Why am I best friends with a guy, again? He can use his muscles as an advantage and I can't even stay mad at him. Fuck my life.
He put me down on his couch and stared at me. I laid there, crossed my arms and looked up at him, stubbornly. We kept our little staring contest going for half of a minute, before he caved. I cheered for my victory, inwardly.
"Are you done?" He asked me, coldly. I shook my head, indignantly. He's delusional if he actually thinks that I'm letting this go. He sighed and walked over to me. I raised my eyebrows. "You want to sit up so we can talk?" He asked me, expectantly. I shook my head, again. Why should I make it easy on him?
He huffed and sat down on the edge of his couch, before lowering himself on top of me. I looked up at him and he placed his arms on either side of me, so I couldn't move or avoid having this conversation with him.
I don't even know why I'm so upset. I'm not mad, but… What I'm feeling is something else. We've never had a fight before and I never thought that we would fight over something as stupid as this. Why are his feelings more important than mine?!
"I'm sorry. Okay." He told me, quietly. I peered at him in surprise. He sighed and touched his forehead to mine.
"Are you, or are you just saying that?" I pressed. I can feel what was left of my anger dissipating. I really can't stay mad at him. Just like I never could stay mad at Matt or Caroline. He pulled back just enough, so I could look him in the eye.
"I mean it. I understand why you did it, now. I don't like it, but I understand. I'm sorry I'm an idiot." He apologized, again. I tried to look at him skeptically, but as soon as he gave me his best puppy dog impression, I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face. He gave me a lopsided grin in return.
"I'm sorry, too." I admitted.
"Are we done fighting now?" He asked me. I nodded. "So, you want to kiss and make up?" He suggested. My stomach dropped and I blinked. Did I really just hear him right?
"Derek…" I warned him. He shifted against me and I remembered just how close we were.
"Just once and then we can go back to normal." He coaxed me. The look on his face told me that he knew that I wouldn't object.
"It's not a good idea." I breathed. His lips came dangerously close to mine.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked me. My heart skipped a beat and butterflies swirled around in my stomach. His hand slid up my leg and settled on my hip, underneath my dress. I shook my head. I wanted him to keep going, but I wish I didn't.
"Just once?" I asked him, barely louder than whisper. He nodded.
"Just once," he repeated. My fingers moved on their own accord and threaded themselves in his shirt. He gripped my waist and lowered more of his weight on top of me. My breath hitched. His face dipped toward mine and he caught my bottom lip gently between his teeth. I groaned and I saw arousal fill his eyes. He sucked on my lip and I grabbed onto his shirt tighter.
"Derek," I breathed. "Stop teasing me." I complained. He smirked and then his lips were on mine. It didn't start off slowly, like it did at the party. I was groping on as much of him as I could grab. His hands slid underneath me and squeezed my ass. I groaned against him and nipped at his mouth. He parted his lips and I thrust my tongue inside. He surprised me, by letting me take control. I moved my lips against his and Derek flipped our positions.
I was on top of him and he was sitting up, holding onto me. He made it clear that I wasn't in control of what was happening anymore and I was fine with it. Our lips moved in sync and I swear I could feel sparks.
He moved his mouth from mine and started sucking on my neck. I whined, unabashedly and ground myself against him. His hand trailed from my thigh, to my back. His hand was hot against my skin. I knew that this was going farther than we said it would. I knew that I should stop it, but I really didn't want to.
He kept up his seductive torture, until I was a writhing mess on top of him. He finally pulled away and I stared at him, panting. He leaned in and paused just before he touched his lips to mine. I mulled it over for half of a millisecond, before I closed the gap between us. I savored the kiss, before I moved off of him and decided that kiss should be our last.
"Bonnie," he started, but I held up a hand to interrupt him.
"Don't Derek," I all but begged him. "If we stop now, things can still be back to the way they are. I don't want to risk our friendship on a whim."
"A whim?" He asked as he laughed humorlessly.
"I want to keep you in my life."
"You act like I'm going somewhere." He sighed. I know he's frustrated. He's not the only one. "You're right. We'll just… It's fine. We'll pretend like tonight didn't happen."
"It's easier that way." I whispered. He gave me a pained smile. I don't know what he thinks about all of this.
"I know."
We didn't talk about it. Unofficially, it was chalked up to spin the bottle, alcohol and hormones. Officially, I'm not willing to think about the rest.
We sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, before I went home to take a cold shower, after our impromptu make-up make-out session. I wasn't planning on going back over to Derek's, so I threw on an oversized sweater a clean pair of underwear and a thick pair of socks. I had a bowl of ice cream and I parked myself on the couch and bawled while I watched Lifetime.
Caroline has been blowing up my phone since we left the party. I turned it on silent, because I wasn't in the mood to talk or see anyone. I needed to figure out where my head was at and why I felt so shitty about cooling things with Derek.
I mean, it's what I wanted… right? He's perfect for me and I know that. We have so much natural chemistry, that it's unreal. What happens if we did try to start a relationship and it went sour? Or what happens if he decides that I'm not enough and he'd be happier with someone else? What happens if it means more me – he means more to me – than it does to him? I'm just not willing to risk it. He's too important to me. He means too much. I care about him too much.
I jumped when someone knocked on my door. My bowl fell from my fingers and landed upside down, on the floor. I groaned and picked it up. I grabbed the napkin from next to me and wiped up the mess as best I could. I mopped off my face with my sleeve, before I crept over to the door and looked through the peephole. Derek stood on the other side, looking as miserable as I felt. I bit my lip and wondered if I really wanted to open the door.
"Bonnie, please let me in." He asked from the other side of the door. I sighed and realized how much this reminded me of the night that I first met Derek. This really isn't helping things. Against my better judgment, again, I opened the door. He looked at me quietly.
"Do you need something?" I asked him, quietly. I tried to ignore just how raspy my voice sounded from crying. He nodded.
"We agreed on normal, right?" He reminded me. I nodded. "When I have a weird night, I come see you to make it better. That's my normal. You're my normal. I don't want things to be weird between us or to fight anymore." He confessed, as he stepped closer to me. He pulled me into his arms and I felt like I wanted to cry, again. It's the same for me and he knows it. I sniffled and pulled him into my apartment. If I didn't feel awful before, I definitely do now.
What do you do when the person who's causing you to hurt, is the only one who can make you feel better?
"Don't cry, Bonnie." He whispered, as he shut and locked the door behind him.
"I just need a minute." I told him, as I pulled away and wiped my face with my sleeve. I can't stop the tears from coming. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel. I wet it in the sink and started to clean up the ice cream fiasco. I made it back to the sink, before the tears started falling full force. I don't know what's wrong with me.
"Bon," he whispered. I shook my head, without turning around. I don't want him to see me like this, not right now, and especially not after what happened tonight.
"I just need a few minutes, D." I told him. I fought the urge to put my face in my hands and just bawl.
"You don't have to hide from me." He pressed. I sniffled and tried to suppress my emotions. What little resolve I have is breaking.
"We can watch bad TV together. I'll make hot chocolate." I said, instead of really responding to him. I filled up my tea kettle and got it going on the stove.
"Bonnie," he tried, again. His arms went around my middle. I felt my resolve start to crumble and I trembled against him.
"Derek, just," my voice caught and I wished that he wasn't touching me. It's too much. I can't hold it together, while he's touching me. It only takes one touch and I'll break. "I can't. You can't. If you keep touching me… I'm trying to get myself under control and if you don't move your arms, I'm not going to be able to stop crying." His arms dropped and I turned around, to try and bolt to the bathroom. He blocked me and forced me to look up at him. He dried my tears, before taking me into his arms and holding me, again.
"I told you that you don't have to hide, not from me." He whispered. His promise hung heavily in the air. "You never have to hide from me."
It's been weeks since that night at the party and I think that things are finally starting to feel like they used to. Things were messy to say the least. I was a mess. What happened with Kol that night and drinking didn't help matters, either. Derek was great, like he always is.
I just really hope that he finds someone that's just as amazing as he is. He deserves nothing short of amazing.
"Nonsense, I'm inviting her over and you can't stop me." Peter said loudly from outside my front door. I can just picture his face, as he argues with Derek. It's priceless.
"Peter, not everyone's world revolves around you. She could have plans." Derek argued with him.
"Don't be ridiculous, nephew. She can always cancel. Besides, you know that she loves me. Of course the world revolves around me. Have you seen me?" He refuted. On cue, Peter rapped on my door. I giggled, as I pulled the door open. Peter smiled at me and let himself in. Derek followed behind him and glowered at his uncle's back. I laughed. "Bonnie, would you like to join us for dinner at my place?" Peter offered. I beamed at him.
"I would love to." I accepted his offer. Honestly, I'm curious to finally see where Peter lives. That and he and Derek bickering are better than anything on TV. Seriously, I could stare at them all day and watch them argue.
"Excellent. Why don't you to change and we can go?" Peter suggested. He looked like he was going to bounce with glee. With Peter, I can never decide if that's a good thing or not. It always feels like he's the smartest guy in the room and he always knows something that you don't.
"Yes, daddy," I teased, before heading to my room. I glanced behind me to see Peter smirking and Derek shaking his head.
"You know, I like the sound of that." Peter mused.
"Of course you do." Derek sighed.
"I could be her daddy, since you're obviously not excelling in that department." Peter said, offhandedly. I shook my head as I walked into my room.
"Oh, really, and what would Stiles think about that?" Derek asked him. I stripped out of my clothes. What is a Stiles? Is that a name?
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind, if I shared. You know that he has an excellent eye and appreciates beauty just as much as I do, nephew. Oh, don't look at me like that. If you can't see how lovely our dear Bonnie is, you're blind."
Peter's place was everything I expected it to be and more. It's lavish, modern, tastefully decorated and meticulously clean. He moved around the kitchen like that's what he was born to do. I could tell that he took pride in his cooking. Derek and I were more than comfortable to sit back, drink his wine – in my case wine and Derek's case beer – and let him do the heavy lifting.
"I can't believe you're still single, Peter. You're a catch." I told him, despite knowing that I was feeding his ego. Maybe he'll tell me about Stiles?
"You haven't told her about Stiles?" Peter asked Derek, clearly amused by us. Derek just shrugged. Yahtzee. "That's a shame, nephew. One day, you'll be calling him 'uncle'." Peter smirked. "Stiles is my boyfriend and what a lovely man he is." He added with a wink. I perched on the edge of my seat.
"Do you have pictures?! Let me see!" I squealed. Peter just smiled and fiddled with his phone. He looked at me expectantly. My eyebrows rose.
"What's the magic word?" He asked me, mischief twinkled in his eyes.
"Please?" I guessed. He shook his head and smirked at me. I immediately knew what it was.
"Please, daddy?" I guessed. Derek blanched and Peter's smirk widened, before he handed his phone over.
"You're never going to let that go are you?" Derek asked him. He just shook his head, contently.
"I don't know why Derek neglected to tell you. He knew Stiles before I did. Ah, he's sulking. What is it that Stiles calls you, 'sourwolf'?" Peter teased. Derek just took a drink of his beer and did his best to ignore us. "I don't think Bonnie minds having a nickname for me. Do you, Bonnie?" Peter asked me, in an almost sing-song voice. I shook my head.
"No daddy," I told him. I can see Derek scowling in discomfort next to me, out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help that last dig. I looked through the pictures and smiled. I can see so much of his personality, just through the pictures. Most of them are funny faces, a few poses with Peter, and the rest are huge smiles that make it impossible not to smile with him. I haven't even met the guy and I already like him.
"He's seriously hot, Peter." I complimented him.
"You have no idea." He mused. "I should have a nickname for you. It's only fair." He frowned, like he was trying to come up with the perfect name. I shrugged. He smiled and his eyes shone. I'm almost afraid to know what he came up with.
"Do I wanna know?" I asked him.
"He and Lydia are coming to visit in a couple of months. I know that he's dying to meet you. You're all Derek ever talking about... kitten." Peter told me, before turning his attention back to dinner. I've heard worse. I'm okay with it.
"So… You've talked to me about your friends, but they've never come up when you've talked to me?" I asked him. He gave me a sheepish grin as an apology. "Just wait, every single embarrassing story I have about you, I'm going to tell them when I meet them. Don't doubt me." I threatened him.
"I wouldn't underestimate her." Peter warned him. Derek just shook his head.
"What is Stiles going to think about her calling you 'Daddy'?" Derek asked his uncle.
"I think he'll be relieved that he won't have to and my daddy kink will be satisfied." Peter smirked. Derek groaned.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Derek asked. Peter and I just laughed. Oh, yeah, it's gonna be a good night.
A/N: Reviews would be lovely.
Lots of love,
Anneryn