Disclaimer- Dude, chill, it's just Jeff Davis writing some fanfic about my OTP. No big deal.
"Stiles!" I hear and I snap to my father's voice.
"Huh?" He lets out a sigh and goes back to eating his highly nutritious meal.
"I said, are you okay? You seem kind of… distracted." He raises an eyebrow at me, silently probing to see if I had a problem. I mirror his sigh.
"I'm fine. Just tired." Yeah, that and the only thing I can fucking think about is Derek Hale. Derek Hale and his broodiness. Derek Hale and his leather jacket. Derek Hale and his stupid fucking eyebrows. Derek Hale and the stupidly sexual face he makes when he's drinking a milkshake-
"You sure? If there's anything you need- want to talk about, I'm always here for you. You know that, right, son?" Dad looks slightly uncomfortable but loving and determined at the same time, like he doesn't really want to be having this conversation, but he knows he has to.
"Yeah, yeah, totally, Dad. If there's anything you need to know, I will definitely tell you." I shove a spoonful of corn in my mouth, smiling at him around it.
"I didn't say to tell me if there was anything I needed to know, Stiles. I said to tell me if there is anything you want to talk about. Okay?"
This time when I smile, it isn't as fake. "Right, Dad. Okay."
The moment is ruined by the phone ringing. I rush up to answer it and Dad just lets me with a sigh. "Stilinski residence!"
It's for my dad. Of course. I hand it over to him and he takes it with a pointed look at me. "We'll be continuing this conversation later, okay, young man?" God, I hope not. But I nod anyway.
Seeing no point in eating at the table if I'm alone, I take my meal upstairs to my room. I collapse onto my bed with a sigh, setting my plate on my desk.
Suddenly, I'm hit with the memory from about a week ago, the day after Derek had shifted in front of me, when he had snuck in through my window. Or even just a couple days ago, when he had snuck in here while I was naked- Jesus, how that event would play out differently if it happened now.
I walk slowly over to the window and open it, poking my head out and looking around. I feel ridiculous.
I don't know if I want him to be out there, creeping around or not. If he was, he probably wouldn't show himself anyway. How do you even explain something like that?
I still do it. "Derek," I whisper, knowing that if he was out there- unlikely- that he would still hear me. I stand there for three counts before repeating it once more.
I hear a crash down below and I whip my head towards it, almost laughing out loud when I see a stray cat. What the fuck am I doing? This is just plain silly.
I close my window, shaking my head at my stupidity. For someone with the second highest GPA in my class- only behind our very own Lydia Martin- I really do act like an idiot most of the time.
I turn on my laptop and watch all the YouTube videos Scott has sent me this week- lol stiles look at dis bunny it thinks it's a human or something u will rofl so cute- as I eat my dinner. Eventually, I look at the clock, see it is midnight and decide I should probably at least attempt to get some sleep.
I rush off to the bathroom to pee before I go to sleep, coming back in only my boxers. Closing my eyes to yawn, I reach over to flick off the light.
And a hand catches my arm.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I try to twist my arm out of the grasp, shouting. My eyes fly open and I see Derek looking at me with a distinctly unimpressed look.
"We have got to stop meeting like this," I say weakly and he lets my arm go, rolling his eyes. "Uh, why are you here?"
He isn't looking at my face, but at my chest and I quickly look down to check if I stained my shirt during dinner. Only to find I'm not wearing a shirt. Or pants. Right. Forgot about that.
I quickly pull on a shirt to cover myself and sit down on my bed, nonchalantly covering my legs with sheets. I know I just thought to myself that if this happened, it would go differently than last time, that something would actually happen but it's easier thought than done.
"You have moles even on your chest," he says thoughtfully, startling me. "Huh." He then looks up at me expectantly, like I'm the one who just climbed into his room in the middle of the night and shamelessly stared at his chest before commenting on it.
"What are you doing here?" I repeat, enunciating clearly.
"You called me," he answers, staring at me like I'm a small child. "Sorry it took me so long. I was kind of asleep and then I didn't know if it was really you calling or just a part of some dream or something," he explains, actually not explaining anything. What the hell kind of answer is that?
"I… called you?" My eyes dart over to my phone, plugged into the wall, charging. I scrunch up my face in confusion. Unless he means…
"Wait a second. You heard that? You've been outside my window this whole time?" I'm not sure if I feel flattered or creeped out.
He rolls his green eyes. "No, you idiot. But I could feel you, that you wanted me." He thinks about his wording and then adds on, "to come." He pauses, runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "To you."
"Wait a second, even when you're across town, you can hear me- can fucking feel me- if I need you?" My eyebrows are practically in my hairline.
"Only people I have a connection with." He shrugs like this isn't a big deal. Like this isn't changing my life.
"We have a connection?" I widen my eyes. Of all the things running through my head, that's the thing I say aloud?
He finally looks the tiniest bit affected as his cheeks get a slight red tint. "Um. I guess. I mean, we're friends, right?" He swallows, looking unsure. Which I shouldn't find as adorable as I do. I shouldn't find it adorable at all. Obviously there's something wrong with me if I find anything about this man adorable.
"We are so friends," I agree, bobbing my head up and down wildly. Oh, God. I can feel a surge of word vomit coming up. "Best friends, even. Except Scott is kind of my best friend, sorry. But I've known him forever. So you can beat him for the title, it's certainly possible, especially with how he has been acting, but you're going to have to work for it. But, I'm kind of your best friend, I guess. Right? Maybe not. I mean, I know you're kind of close-ish with Isaac. Actually, I don't know that. But I've seen you have a conversation with the guy, so maybe, quite possibly."
Derek has his amused eyebrows on, as he usually does when I ramble. I don't see how that can be amusing or entertaining to anybody- unless to make fun of me. It seems pretty damn annoying to me and I'm the one doing it. But, on Derek, it seemed almost fond.
"Right," he says simply, almost smirking, the ass. "Best friends forever."
"Shut up!" I roll my eyes, clutching the blanket closer to me. "You're the one who just snuck into my bedroom for the third time. Wonder what my cop dad would have to say about that?"
He doesn't even have the decency to look slightly afraid. "You wouldn't," he states, collapsing onto desk chair.
"You don't know my life." I pout like a small child, trying my hardest to glare intimidatingly at him. "I might."
"No, you wouldn't."
"And why not?" I raise a challenging eyebrow at him.
"Because," he draws out, looking way too pleased with himself. "You're the one who called me here. When you didn't even know I could hear you."
I stay silent, almost giving in to the urge to spit on his stupid face.
"And you looked pretty happy to see me. When you were done screaming, of course." His face clearly says, checkmate.
"I kind of hate you," I say weakly, not being able to take all the sexual tension- am I reading too much into it or was Derek just flirting with me? Further research needed.
"I don't think you do." Is he getting closer to me? Shit, shit, shit, what is going on?
"I definitely do. No question about it, buddy. I have very, very strong negative feelings towards you. I despise you. I resent you. I loathe, detest, and abhor you. You are the darkness in my life." My voice is getting more and more strangled as he moves closer, my desk chair long forgotten. I wonder idly if he can hear my heartbeat. Then, I silently scoff. I'm pretty sure Canada can hear my heartbeat right now.
My eyes widen and my breath stops as Derek reaches my bed. "You hate me?" He asks quietly. I nod limply. "Everything about you says differently. Your scent, your expressions, your heartbeat." I will myself to calm down. I'm dreaming. I am so dreaming.
He is literally less than two feet away now. He opens his mouth to say something else and-
"Stiles! I hear voices. You better not still be up!" My dad calls up to me and we both freeze. Derek's eyes widen almost comically and his whole body tenses.
"Going to bed now, Dad!" I yell back, my gaze not leaving Derek. He closes his eyes, runs his hands through his hair and then turns back to me.
"I, uh, I gotta go. Laura will be worried and it's really late and, um, I just have to go." He backs away until he reaches my window and then stumbles out of it, not looking at me the whole way. "See you tomorrow."
I wave halfheartedly, swallowing the lump in my throat. Okay, okay, not a dream then. Because if it had been a dream, we would definitely be fucking like rabbits right now.
Not a dream.
That was not a dream.
Derek Hale just came on to me- I think?- and it was not a dream.
What the actual fuck?
xXx
The next day is... awkward. I can't even bask in the glow of it being Friday because I'm so hung up over what the hell just happened what is going on help I do not understand?
I can tell it's going to be bad when he doesn't show up so we can walk and talk between classes.
In Chemistry class, Derek sort of looks at me like he wants to talk, but then just buries his head in his textbook. Feeling my stomach tighten, I quickly work to fill the silence with rambling.
He doesn't look at me at all after that.
At lunch, he sits next to Danny- who looks positively thrilled, the bastard- and listens to every little sound the Hawaiian makes. I kind of want to strangle both of them.
I'm stuck listening to Scott and Allison tell me all about their anniversary plans as I try not laugh at Erica mock-gagging.
In Calc, he sits all the way on the other side of the room. I'm stuck next to Jackson. And he's sexting Lydia. I may or may not gag out of disgust/jealousy.
And at the end of the day, he doesn't even wait to walk to the parking lot with me.
So, I'm a just a little surprised when he's waiting for me in my room. Again.
"Is this becoming a thing?" I refrain from adding on, The whole sneaking into my room to shamelessly flirt with me and then not talking to me thing.
"Stiles," he sighs, sounding exasperated. Like he has a right to be irritated at me! I did absolutely nothing wrong.
"Derek," I mock, biting the inside of my cheek. "What?"
"I'm sorry," he mutters, his tan fingers worrying at a thread on his knee.
"For what?" I ask innocently, widening my eyes. He looks up with a glare.
"Stiles," he repeats, lower this time and wow, he shouldn't say my name like that when I'm mad at him. "For running out last night." He pauses. "And ignoring you today."
I drop my backpack on the floor and cross the room to my bed. "Apology accepted," I reply without meaning to because I'm actually the worst at being mad at people. Especially unfairly attractive people. "But can I ask you a question?"
He sighs like he knows exactly what I'm going to say but nods.
"What was up? Like, with you last night? Even before the whole taking off thing?" I cover my face with my pillow to avoid looking at him.
He roughly cards his hand through his hair, sighing once again. "I told you. The full moon is tomorrow. Everything is, er, heightened." He looks so damn uncomfortable that I take some pity on him.
"What was there to heighten?" Obviously, not enough pity. If Derek had looked uncomfortable before, he now looks like he is about to bolt.
He finally looks like he is about to answer and then the musical genius of Cobra Starship's 'Good Girls Go Bad' fills the air. I smile sheepishly at Derek, holding up a finger.
"Um. One second." I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone, scowling at the flashing picture of a familiar smiling face.
"Erica? Hi," I greet, staring at Derek. No running, I mouth and he seems to get the idea. He doesn't really seem to like it though.
"Stiles!" The blonde squeals in my ear. "Long time, no talk. So, what was up with you and Tall, Dark and Broody today?"
I gulp, watching Derek look up suddenly, attention suddenly rapt. I try to choose my words carefully, knowing he can hear every word- of both sides of our conversation.
"Um, Erica, right now isn't really the best time to talk about this." I lick my lips nervously, watching the corners of Derek's lips flick up.
"What do you- oh. Oh. He's with you right now, isn't he? You little slut!" Her tinny voice cries. Derek's grin is now taking up half his face.
"Erica! Stop. It's not like that." It sounds weak even to me.
"Sure it isn't." I can feel her grin through the phone. "I don't care. You're gay; hooray! Lydia and I were taking bets on when you guys would get together, anyway. All that unresolved sexual tension. I'm just mad that you didn't tell me the details." She pauses for a moment. "And that you didn't wait a week. Now I'm down twenty bucks."
"There really aren't any details to share, okay?" I pause and think of the complications- the rather furry complications- of our relationship. "Okay, no important details."
She sighs loudly into the phone. "Whatever."
"I gotta go now, okay? I'll talk to you later I guess." Derek winks at me and I pointedly ignore both it and the feelings it gives me.
"Have to get back to Derek?" she purrs into my ear, following with a giggle. "Okay, okay, bye. See you tomorrow, Stiles."
"Yeah, yeah, bye," I mutter, hanging up on her.
We stare at each other longer than we should before Derek quirks an eyebrow. "They're taking bets on when we'll get together?" He asks and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Teenagers," I force a laugh out, swallowing harshly. "Such crazy kids."
Derek keeps looking at me, that stupid smile in place and I want to tell him to stop, to shut up, that he doesn't know anything about anything. But then he's talking again so I don't have the chance.
"Anyway, tomorrow is the full moon, so by Monday I should be fine. No more... Accidents." I cock an eyebrow and want to be offended, because hello, he just called our whatever-that-was as an accident, how am I not supposed to be offended? But I can't be, because he's still grinning a tiny bit and have I ever mentioned how pretty he looks when he is grinning?
We really should have had this conversation over the phone.
"Um. Okay, cool, I guess. Wouldn't want any more of that stuff, right? So inconvenient." He presses his lips together tightly, a slight furrow in his brow.
We look at each other again and I realize he never answered my precious question. What was there to heighten? I wonder if I should ask again.
"So," Derek says, looking terribly awkward. "Do you want me to go?" I'm a bit surprised he bothered to ask instead of just bolting, but pleasantly surprised.
"You don't have to if you don't want," I answer warily. "But you can."
"What do you usually do after school?" He asks, carefully perching on the corner of my bed.
"Play video games, eat junk, yell at my dad," I shrug. "But I have to start my homework tonight because Harris hates me and is all up my ass about everything."
"Harris hates everybody," Derek returns with a slight shrug of his own. "Don't take it personally."
"Trust me, I'm not. I've annoyed plenty of teachers in my day." A lazy grin curls around my face. "I'm gonna work on homework, you can, uh, I dunno, play Xbox or listen to the radio or listen to me talk or-"
"I'll just sit here." His eyes smile. "Actually, do you have any books?" I spring up and show him my bookcase like a game show lady, making voilà hands.
"They're organized by genre. Science fiction, fantasy, horror, romance- which are Erica's, not mine- and classics. I feel like you're a classics sort of guy, huh?"
Derek shoots me an amused look and crouches down, reaching out hesitantly as if to say 'May I?' I nod and his index finger dances along each shelf, each title, measuring each book for size. He pauses at the Stephen King area of the horror section, but eventually moves on. He finally stops at the classics, just as I had predicted.
Rather unexpectedly, he chooses Tarzan and settles back on my bed, toeing his shoes off and then kicking them up. I grin at the sight.
I usually listen to my iPod while I do my homework, but I don't this time in case Derek tries to talk to me. I consider just playing music out loud, seeing as I probably won't be able to get anything done in the unnerving sound of silence, but I remember the last time I did that and quickly dismiss the idea.
It turns out the soft sound of Derek turning the worn pages and him breathing is enough sound to fill the room with a calm atmosphere. I work furiously as to get the work done quickly so I can hang out with Derek, but I soon feel my hand start to cramp and my attention start to waver. I decide a tiny break would do me good.
I turn to ask Derek if he wants to go get a snack with me or something and find him curled up around one of my pillows, snoring gently. I snort quietly and sneak downstairs by myself, cradling my phone in one hand.
Once I'm in the kitchen, I stare down at the tiny screen for a moment and, like magic, it goes off loudly. I quickly answer as to not wake up Derek- which may seem ridiculous, seeing as I'm a little while away from him, but the whole house is almost silent and it feels like any little sound would echo.
"Hello?" I answer quietly, muffling my voice with a hand cupped around the phone.
"Stiles?" My dad asks loudly, like it would be anybody else. "I'm not going to be home as soon as I thought. I would have left a note if I had known. The guys and I are going out after we wrap up this case, so I just wanted to make sure you eat."
"Yeah, yeah, I already did. Vegetarian lasagna, you're really missing out," I prompt hopefully, hoping he'll tell me not to worry, that's what he'll be getting anyway. I'm met with a laugh.
"Just make sure it doesn't all go to waste. I don't know, bring it over to the neighbors or something." I don't bother mentioning that it is past seven and normal people have already eaten, because I am a perfect son.
"Actually, Dad, I have a friend over so we'll finish it off." I try to picture Derek eating vegetarian lasagna. "Or maybe order out."
"Scott?" My dad asks, like always, assuming Scott is my only friend. Which, okay, he kind of is. Or the only friend close enough to stay over and actually eat my monstrous masterpiece.
"No," I reply, just the teeniest bit icy. "Derek Hale, actually." Derek Hale who is upstairs in my bed. Asleep, yeah, but still. This is such an OMG moment, I'm surprised I'm not flailing into all the furniture.
Okay, I am flailing. But just a little bit.
"Derek Hale?" Dad asks suspiciously, somehow making him sound like a criminal. It's an unfortunate gift of his. "The same Derek Hale who you were with the other night?"
"No, Dad, there's a plethora of Derek Hale's in my school, and I'm slowly making my way around all of them." I roll my eyes and dig out a takeout menu. Hey, if my dad gets a day off from the disgusting food I usually stuff myself with for him, so do I.
"Okay, okay, jeez, you don't have to get sassy. He's new, right? Not causing any trouble, is he? Not roping you into anything bad?"
"Oh, my God, Dad, no. Can't I just have a normal friend? He's cool. We're lab partners and in a lot of the same classes and we decided to hang out, okay? That's it, he's not initiating me into his drug ring. Because he doesn't have a drug ring, that's not what I meant!" Nope, no drug rings, just killer werewolves. You know, no big deal. Normal teenage stuff.
I hear him sigh. "Okay, just looking out for you, son. I'll be home later, alright? I have to go." He waits a moment before adding on, "I love you, Stiles."
I swallow. "Love you, too, Dad. See you." I hang up the phone, slumping against the counter.
"Well, good thing that happened, I hadn't fulfilled my minimum of awkward conversations for the hour," I mutter to myself.
I hear an amused snort suddenly and I jump. "I don't know, I think we got that covered." I look up to see Derek leaning on the doorframe, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.
"Hey," I greet softly, scrambling up.
"Hey," he replies with a tiny grin. "Sorry I fell asleep."
"It's fine. Totally fine. My dad just called to say he won't be home until late, so do you wanna stay over for dinner? We don't have to eat the practically inedible stuff I make for my dad, we can order out?" I hate the hopeful lilt to my voice, but I can't help it. I still am feeling a little awkward about the whole whatever that happened last night. I just need him to know that we're cool.
He shrugs. "Sure. What are you getting?" I swallow down the smile threatening to take over my face. Cool it, Stiles. Friends do this all the time. Think of him as Scott.
Which, ew. Never, ever, thinking of him as Scott.
"I guess a pizza. You like pizza, right? And I'll probably pop a DVD in. Unless you're one of those people who don't like watching TV while they eat. Then, hey, I totally respect that. What are dining rooms for, after all?" I watch Derek's face as he tries to keep up with me and my ever changing thoughts.
"I'm fine with watching a movie while we eat. I promise not to spill anything on your couch, don't worry." He smiles at me and I eagerly return it.
"Cool, cool. Um, sodas are in the fridge, you can grab whatever you want. I think I've done enough work for tonight, I deserve the rest of the night off, right? Yeah, okay, I'll go order, you go… whatever." I walk away, clutching the menu in one hand, the phone in the other. Only to come back a couple seconds later.
"Wow, so dumb, uh, what do you want on the pizza? I'm a Hawaiian guy myself, even though some say fruit on pizza is a sin. I'm guessing you're a meat lover." My cheeks redden as I realize how that could be taken.
"No, plain cheese is fine," Derek replies absently as he goes through the fridge, thankfully ignoring the innuendo. I run off to make the order.
When I come back, Derek is lounging on the couch, looking unfairly familiar. Like he's supposed to be here, supposed to be part of the house, part of my life. It makes my stomach tighten.
"Any movie preferences?" I ask, running my finger down the bookcase filled with DVDs. Derek shakes his head.
I grin to myself and pick out several before laying my picks on the coffee table in front of Derek. His eyes narrow as he lists them aloud.
"Underworld, Red Riding Hood, Twilight, An American Werewolf in London, Blood and Chocolate… Stiles."
"What?" I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes. I just barely hold in the grin.
"These are all werewolf movies," he growls.
"They are?" I gasp, widening my eyes. "Well, silly ole me." Derek's glare is getting darker and more intense and I finally let a giggle out.
"Come on, Derek. We can make fun of them all and you could tell me all the things wrong with each one. It's not every day that you can watch a werewolf movie with an actual werewolf."
"No," Derek grits out, staying true to himself. I sigh in defeat and gather them all up in my arms with a longing look.
"Party pooper. Then, what can we watch?" I raise an eyebrow at him and he stops to think.
"I don't care, really. Just no sci-fi or fantasy or werewolves." He exudes sass as he crosses his arms with a look on his face just daring me to argue.
I gape. "But, Derek, those are all the fun ones! What else is there to watch?" I think for a moment before gasping in a sudden burst of epiphany. I hold up a finger to Derek-only the index, not the finger I really want to be holding up to him right now- and rush upstairs to my room.
I'm back down in less than a minute, panting. "I… found, uh… the perfect… movie for us… to watch." I wait a second for my heart rate to go down before popping the disc in my Blu-Ray player, and turning to smile angelically at the suddenly nervous looking teen.
"You didn't bring down porn, right?" He asks hesitantly and I shake my head wildly like that's a ridiculous notion that I would never do.
"Don't worry; you're going to love this." Suddenly though, I blanch. Derek had the luck to be the first one to sit down. Now, I had to decide how close I would sit next to him.
I hover over him for a second before he looks up at me with a strange look and I finally just take a deep breath and sit down. We're close enough that our thighs brush when I lean to get the remote and his socked foot meets mine on the floor. But far enough away that I-hopefully- didn't make anything awkward.
As the menu starts up, I hear Derek groan next to me. "Really, Stiles? The Avengers?" He says it like most people would say bunions.
I turn to him with a wide grin. "Oh, come on. I knew you were the type not to see this movie unless forced to, even though you secretly want to. And you cannot tell me that you are not The Hulk, okay? Turning into a giant hulking creature with no conscious when you're filled with rage? Sound familiar?"
Derek keeps his annoyed eyebrows on, even as his lips quirk. "And who are you then?"
I scoff. "I'm obviously Tony Stark. I mean, come on. When I'm older, I am definitely going to be rich and handsome and a genius and have bagged Gwyneth Paltrow." I shoot him a smug look as I press play.
"I may also have some Loki in me," I say thoughtfully. "I mean, except for the whole incestuous subtext, I guess." Derek looks at me like I'm an idiot and I quickly shut up.
As Loki is being all BAMF, the doorbell rings suddenly and I jump, startled. Derek doesn't even flinch, eyes glued to the screen of the movie he 'didn't want to watch' and I sigh, knowing I'm going to have to get the pizza.
"Be right back," I mutter and force myself to get up and retrieve the food, paying the guy with a pretty cheap tip- hey, I've been paying for a lot of not!dates, okay?. When I come back with them, Derek is still paying rapt attention to the movie, not noticing I'm back until I slap him in the face with a slice of pizza.
By the time the battle scene comes, I'm more than half asleep already. Derek finally pulls himself away from the screen and glances at me before pulling me in with a chuckle. I barely even think about it as I rest my head on his tanned shoulder, more unconscious than conscious.
And why should I have to think about it? Friends cuddle (is this cuddling?) all the time. Right? Right?
I let go of all the unsure thoughts and just nuzzle myself deeper into the warm crook of his neck, breathing in the musky scent of pure Derek.
I don't think I've ever felt so comfortable, so safe. And I know if I has enough consciousness to actually think about it, that would really scare me.
Disclaimer- Uggggh. I never know when to get two characters together. Like, I don't want to get them together super quickly, because then what do I do for the rest of the pic? But I don't have enough patience to even read slow burn fics, let alone write one. So, if someone wants to chip in and tell me what they think I should do, I definitely wouldn't mind.
Also, I don't think I can even say this is late, because haven't you guys come to realize my updates always take super long? So, sorry. Hope everyone had a great Christmas. My girlfriend got me a stuffed wolf named Sourwolf because she gets me and is the best girl on the planet.
One more issue is, someone on tumblr asked me when this takes place, date wise and I want to bring that up. This fic began in early September, at the beginning on the school year, so next chapter will probably be late October, maybe Halloween.
Thank you all for reading and I appreciate reviews to no end. Love you all.