Okay, so I know this is only a tiny chapter, but I wrote it right as I was about to switch my laptop off and actually get some sleep. Figured I'll post it. Consider it a cliff-hanger, even though you all know what's going to happen :D sort of. Enjoy. . .
U hrd all tht, didnt u?
Maggie just rolled her eyes at the fact that Stiles was texted her while sitting right next to her.
Of course, dumbass. And what have I told you about using actual grammar in a text?
Stiles refused to look at her, just kept on staring into the fire and trying not to think about the fact that if he listened hard enough, if he concentrated, he could hard Derek upstairs in his bedroom.
So what do you think I should do?
Out of the corner of her eye, he saw Maggie shoot him an incredulous look. Like it should have been obvious. He should have expected her reply.
Um… how about you go get laid! Jesus, Stiles, you've been waiting for this guy for fucking ages. Just stop being a pussy and get him.
Her second text came almost immediately after the first.
Besides, you could die tomorrow, you never know.
Stiles snorted and glared at her, but he got up nevertheless, because he thought maybe she was right. He had been waiting too long for this. And at the very least, he wanted to get some answers. Because who the hell just said something like that and then walked away?
How the hell could Derek think that saying something like that and then walking away was even remotely alright? Maybe if Stiles had been expecting those words at all, it would have been. But he hadn't. Hearing Derek saying he missed him and had wished he'd never left was practically wet dream material for Stiles' soppy, romantic heart.
But more than anything, he'd bared his neck to the guy!
Stiles had steadfastly refused to show any sign of weakness to anyone by baring his neck to them. Derek got into his personal space just once, for barely even two minutes and he was whimpering like a bitch and practically screaming, submissive.
Except no, no that wasn't going to happen. Stiles didn't care if he was submissive to Derek. He didn't give a shit. He was still going to be confident, he was going to be in control and sure of himself and even if this did just turn out to be a complete joke in the morning he was going to make sure that it was the best goddamn mistake that Derek had ever made.
And it was too late to change his mind anyway, because he was already curling his fingers around the door handle to Derek's room, the pure overwhelming scent of Derek threatening to reach through the wood and choke him. No, Stiles wasn't turning back. He wasn't the same person he'd used to be. He wasn't scared of Derek anymore.
He could do this. He was sure.