A lot of you asked for a longer story, and with 24 reviews, how could I say no? Thanks everyone who reviewed!
You're all very lucky I watched the Winter Formal episode and got the idea. This doesn't really follow the canon story line. I'm putting Derek's age around 21-22, since I can't actually find an age for him and that seems about how old he would be.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
"Stop pouting about the Camaro and watch the movie," Derek ordered.
Stiles was planning. There was simply no other word for it, despite Derek called it pouting. Stiles did not pout. He complained and he bitched but he did not pout. No, unbeknownst to one stupid werewolf named Derek Hale, Stiles was plotting.
Stiles was plotting because he really wanted to drive that Camaro.
"Come on!" Stiles whined. "Not even for five minutes?"
"Not even for thirty seconds," Derek shot down. "Just watch the movie."
"But-"
"If people start throwing popcorn at you, I'll let them," Derek warned. Stiles huffed and crossed his arms. Derek rolled his eyes and after a minute, put his arm around Stiles' shoulders. Stiles looked surprised and then happy before cuddling closer to Derek.
"Aren't you a big softie werewolf?" Stiles cooed. Derek glared at Stiles. "Okay, shutting up now." Derek let out a breath of relief and turned back to the movie.
"Derek-"
"Shut up," Derek snapped.
"But-"
"Stiles,"
"Okay, fine, don't realize you have ketchup on the corner of your mouth," Stiles grumbled. "See if I care." Derek grabbed a napkin and wipes off his mouth, finding the smallest bit of evidence of ketchup. Derek shifted a little bit and Stiles settled into him more. When he glanced back at the movie screen, the credits were showing. Derek let out a huff and got up but Stiles held his arm and pulled him back down.
"What?" Derek frowned. "The movie's over." Stiles hated watching credits.
"This movie was about the prom, you know," Stiles said, stubbornly looking at Derek.
"Really? I couldn't tell with you interrupting every ten seconds," Derek grunted but Stiles continued on.
"And it is prom season, you know, how all the guys and girls get dressed up in tuxedoes and dresses- well, the guys get dressed up in tuxes because if the girls did, that might be weird but okay. If guys dressed in dresses, that'd be really weird because guys have hairy legs and-"
"Stiles," Derek snapped. "Get to the point."
"Point? What point? What makes you think I have a-"
"Stiles,"
"Will you go to the Winter Formal with me?"
"Are you kidding me?" Derek asked.
"Uh, no?" Stiles said, looking confused.
"You want to go to prom with me?" Derek asked, and not in and incredulous, "oh my god, he asked me to the Winter Formal- this is the best day of my life!" type of the way. It was more of a "Are you pulling my leg? This isn't funny. I'm Derek freaking Hale and I don't do dances. It'll ruin my rep," type of way in that Derek fashion of his.
"Well, yeah, I mean, we're… dating and all," Stiles said. "If you don't want to go… I don't know, we can just stay home or something." Before Derek could open his mouth, Stiles got up and walked ahead of him, leaving Derek to wonder if he'd done something wrong when he found a silent Stiles in the passenger seat of his Camaro.
"Aren't you supposed to go with someone actually in high school as opposed to someone five, six years your senior?" Derek grunted when he got into the driver's seat and turned on the engine.
"Aren't I supposed to be dating someone my age?" Stiles snapped.
"Do you want to date someone your own age?" Derek asked after a pause.
"What? No- that's not what I meant!" Stiles said hastily. "I just want to go to the dance with you!" Derek was quiet for a moment.
"How much does this mean to you?"
"I'll let you do me doggie style," Stiles said. "All. Night. Long."
"…Fine," Derek said and Stiles grinned, kissing Derek loudly on the cheek, which made the werewolf roll his eyes.
"Hey, Derek?"
"What?"
"The Winter Formal is a really special night…"
"I already agreed to go to the stupid thing. What else do you want?" Derek frowned.
"Since I asked you, you are my date…" Stiles hinted.
"Congratulations Stiles, you can do basic math," Derek said.
"Well the person who asks usually drives…"
"You are not driving the Camaro," Derek said firmly.
"But it's the Winter Formal!" Stiles whined. "Come on! You said maybe the other day!"
"And then I said no," Derek said. "And what's your dad going to say when a once suspected murderer at least five years your senior shows up at your door claiming to be your prom date?"
"That you're a pedophile dating his underage son and a suspected murderer and- you know what, maybe I should pick you up,"
"You think?"