What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 9
Notes: you are all so sweet for the reviews! And I'm really glad that people have differing views on the relationship between these two because its meant to mirror a real life situation and yeah, we've all seen our friends (or ourselves!) do lame things in relationships that we disapprove of…anyway back to the story. Thanks for waiting!
Derek was being extra handsy. Stiles shuddered as he left gentle love bites on his neck and blushed when one of Derek's hand's disappeared into his pants and started squeezing his ass.
"Derek you're dripping on me" he murmured as a drop of cold water fell on his cheek. Derek laughed against him resulting in a small shower.
Stiles whined in surprise, and extricated himself from him. Derek rubbed a hand over the stain on Stiles shirt.
"Always getting food everywhere huh?" he smirked playfully
"Shut up" Stiles murmured trying not to blush.
"Well if it's not popcorn somehow jumping out of your hands, it's something else." Derek joked running a hand through Stiles' hair.
"Whatever, stop being cute" Stiles blushed.
"I'm cute?" Derek asked jokingly, making stiles roll his eyes. He shook his wet hair like a dog.
"Dude!" Stiles looked up trying to be mad as Derek's damp hair curled at the edges. Derek laughed.
"You have fun?"
"Yeah." Stiles nodded.
"I told you."
Stiles snorted. "Yeah yeah you're amazing on the baseball field. I should have known you were a show off. "
Derek smiled and nipped him on the shoulder teasingly.
"My dad's gonna be mad you didn't get him a ticket." Stiles whispered and moaned when Derek lifted up his shirt and rubbed a hand down it.
"Oh man. You're right." Derek breathed moving quickly to bite Stiles' stomach, making him jerk.
"Did you see my catch though?" Derek preened triumphantly reenacting it, diving dramatically as he caught a pretend baseball in his hand and raised it up, listening to an imaginary crowd cheering him on wildly.
"Not really." Stiles spoke calmly.
"What?" Derek snapped out of his reverie, fixing Stiles with a look.
"Was too busy staring at your cute butt in those white pants." Stiles teased a mischevious grin on hi face..
Derek bit him again playfully.
"Did you seriously not see it? "He asked, his face earnest, lip turning in a small frown.
"Course I did, no need to be a show off." Stiles smirked as Derek enveloped him in his arms..
"Had to. Had someone special watching." Derek whispered in his ear.
"Who?"
Derek bit him again leaving a deep red mark. "smart ass"
"Derek! He whined. I bruise easily, you've left a trail haven't you?"
"Serves you right." Derek chuckled, maneuvering them onto his unmade bed.
"Sourwolf."
"Mmm" the guy muttered, slowly unbuttoning Stiles' jeans.
Stiles remembered the girls in the front row. He thought of their annoying conversation.
"Did you really ask her to marry you?"
Derek stilled in mid air like a robot. He sat up on his knees looking down on Stiles.
"Yeah" he spoke in a quiet voice, looking away.
"Derek" Sties continued breathlessly.
"What"
Stiles bit his lip wondering whether he should continue. Before he could think the words spilled out in a ramble.
"What are we doing?"
Derek shrugged still not looking him in the eyes.
"Being happy?" He replied slowly.
Stiles smiled but his eyes gave his worry away. Derek sighed but continued firmly.
"You're mine now" He spoke standing up and getting a bottle of water from his dorm room fridge.
"Derek. "
Derek froze and turned.
"Are you going back to him?" Derek inquired, his voice on the verge of becoming unhinged, his eyes wild.
"No! No." Stiles raised his hand. How was that an indication of him going back to Dean? Strange.
"Then what? I nearly beat him to a pulp when I got home Stiles." Derek grit out before taking a chug.
"He's your brother Derek."
Stiles rubbed his neck, it was so uncomfortable.
"Derek, we barely know each other." He shook his head sadly "Dude, this is so messed up!"
"I don't care, you're mine now."
"Derek. We haven't even been on date."
"The pizza place!" Derek barked in response.
"Not the same thing."
"Fine, I'll take you on a fucking date." Derek rumbled, Stiles watching the man's mood change from playful to angry in a matter of seconds.
"Derek slow down, I mean don't you think we're going too fast"
Derek's face crumpled at those words. Stiles sighed as Derek turned away. Stiles stood and slowly put his arms around him, Derek looked like someone told him his puppy died.
"I mean what will we say to people. On how we go together? That's so fucked up Derek!"
Stiles continued as Derek shook his head like he was trying to stop the words from reaching him.
"Derek do you even like guys?"
"It doesn't matter. You belong to me now. That's all that matters." Derek demanded loudly.
Derek was speaking like they were in some fairy tale, some sort of fantasy where the past could be forgotten and the future was filled with endless rainbows and waterfalls. Stiles shook his head slowly.
"I mean, what are we supposed to be?"
He turned so he could look at Derek.
"What will we say when people ask us how we met? Oh our respective boyfriend and girlfriend were cheating on us so got together in revenge? I mean we're just as bad as they are." Stiles rambled, running a hand through his hair.
"NO!" Derek roared
"No." he repeated holding up a hand as words silenced Stiles for a moment, who's eyes were open in shock.
"Derek."
"I don't care!"
Stiles watched as Derek breathed in, veins rising in his neck. Who was this guy? Stiles had not met him before.
"Derek you sound insane! I mean we're not even friends. We don't even know each other." Stiles spilled out. They were going to have this discussion at some point, he kind of wish it hadn't been now. him and his big mouth.
Derek slammed his hands on the desk, making him jump in surprise.
"What do you want stiles huh? Do you want to end it? If you do just say it!" Derek seethed.
Well this had escalated quickly.
"Derek listen to me!"
"Fuck! When you're around me I feel vulnerable and open and insecure." Derek yelled. "If you wanted me to cut off my arm to make you happy I'd do it. If you can't be with me completely then LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! FUCK!" Stiles watched as Derek heaved in anger, the veins in his neck and forehead throbbing. He suddenly felt like he was trapped in a room with a psychopath. He tried to speak slowly, but his anger surged out in response. This wasn't his fault!
"Don't yell at me!"
"So where do you want to go on our date then." Derek growled turning to him. his face red.
"I'm not going anywhere if you're going to act like that."
"You're really starting to piss me off." Derek voice rose.
"Likewise" Stiles answered with a glare.
"Where do you want to eat? Italian, French? Let's go."
"Derek."
"Did you break up with Dean? I asked you once already." Derek demanded. "Stiles? Did you? You better have!"
"Are you threatening me?!" Stiles bristled.
"You know what, I am going to leave. You're fucking crazy!" he added. And Stiles' heart broke when he saw how much the words destroyed Derek but he didn't care. Derek was being a real asshole.
Stiles, turned as Derek imploded and walked out.
XXXXX
Stiles was driving at an illegal speed that his father would surely disapprove of. Even Scott, the fearless sidekick was looking over in worry as he kept his eyes on the road and nodded as the radio played some overplayed song. A phone buzzed and Scott answered it.
"Hey." He spoke quietly
"Yeah we're fine. Just driving."
He looked over at Stiles "he's fine. "He pushed his phone onto his shoulder
Allison wants to know if you want to talk to Derek. He's at her dorm room.
Stiles shook his head not taking his eyes off the road.
Scott put the phone back to his ear. "He doesn't want to talk." He listened. And then pressed the phone back onto his chest to block the receiver.
"He says he's sorry and wants to talk."
Stiles nodded. "I'll call him when I'm ready."
Scott let out a small sigh and put the receiver back on his ear.
"He said he'd call when he gets back home." Stiles glared at him.
" Ok goodnight. Love you too." Scott spoke quietly, hanging up.
They didn't speak for a few minutes as they headed back to beacon hills.
"Stiles"
"Yeah" he answered without taking his eyes off the road
"Are you ok? We can talk, best friend since grade school remember?"
Stiles sighed.
"I dunno what I'm doing."
Scott nodded.
"Is this about Dean?"
"It's about everything" Stiles replied frowning at the implication. Scott nodded and stared out into the distance for a minute.
"How long have you not wanted to be with him?" he asked quietly.
Stiles sighed and pulled over into a rest stop with several fast food chains and a restroom.
XXXXXX
Inside the friends ordered two large burger meals and sat eating quietly. Stiles watched as cars zoomed by on the highway.
A French fry hit him on the forehead. He looked up to find Scott frowning.
"You're making me lose my appetite."
Wow, he must be really down to make his best friend lose his appetite. Scott had been able to eat through Zombie Massacre VI and had gone for seconds.
" I don't know what to do."
Scott shoveled three fries into his mouth nodding.
"Things are kind of messed up."
"Why? What were you and Derek arguing about?"
Stiles looked away. .
"About what? Dean?"
"Not exactly" Stiles continued.
"Then what."
Stiles looked down at his uneaten burger.
"Stiles? Best friend here. The one that helped you when you peed your pants in second grade?"
"I'm with Derek"
"WHAT!" Scott yelled, loud enough to make people at other tables. He stood and held up a hand "sorry sorry."
He sat back down.
"I don't know, this is all new. I've never." Stiles started, and hello, welcome back awkward teenage stiles who couldn't stop talking.
"OH MY GOD!" And again several other patrons shot them annoyed looks. "You're in L-O-" Scott spelled out slowly.
"Shhh!" Stiles hissed. "Shut up!"
"Aren't you?"
Stiles covered his face with his hands. He didn't know, everything was so crazy on top of his feelings. How did this become his life?
"Wow." Scott scrunched his face as the thought. "Didn't see that one coming."
"Stiles laughed, I barely told you a minute ago"
"Still." Scott shrugged."So that's a yes?"
"I dunno. I'm confused and still trying to sort out my own feeling. I. Argh."
"Wait. You were dating his brother." And stiles cringed as Scott finally put two and two together.
"Duuuude!"
"I know! I know! What even is my life?!"
"Understatement of the century." Scott muttered.
"Not helping."
"I know sorry."
"What about if it didn't matter?"
"But it does"
"Well say it doesn't."
"Huh?"
"I mean worse things have happened right?" Scott continued simply.
"Like what? A brother and sister falling in love and getting married?"
Scott scrunched up his face. "Stiles that's gross ok."
"It's happened".
"Not to you." He snarked tossing another French fry at him. "I'm losing my appetite again."
"Yeah right. Oh look, the more fries you throw at me the more I have." Stiles laughed.
"Whatever. I'm still hungry" Scott groused rising from the table. "Because someone had to be dramatic and cancel our dinner plans."
"Thought you weren't hungry."
"Hush. Do you want another burger?" he offered but Stiles shook his head.
Scott returned with two large fries and another burger and they enjoyed each other's company. They needed some time apart. Stiles wanted some space.
Scott drove the rest of the way back, releasing horrible burger burps.
"It's your fault. We were meant to eat at that awesome rib place near campus." Scott grumbled
"Would I make it up to you if I make you popcorn and root beer floats to go along with the movie tonight?"
"It better have butter" Scott responded, his tone lightening at the idea.
"How do you eat so much and not gain weight?" Stiles asked bewildered.
"I work out"
"Well lucky you" Stiles mumbled derisively.
Once home Stiles checked in with his father and the two sat down and watched Transformers,
"it's a real classic" Scott declared earnestly.
They both fell asleep during the middle of it and Stiles woke suddenly when a massive explosion took place on screen. He looked over to see Scott sleeping peacefully and he ventured to the hallway where his backpack was.
He extricated his cell phone and turned it on with a sigh. He saw the 20 missed calls and 5 voice messages and thirty texts.
"Ok talk about over kill" he whispered.
He dialed, his heart beat rising.
It picked up on the second ring.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Notes: the very first fight….
Notes: I am so sorry about taking so long! Urgh, if only I could write all day and not do anything else! I really hope you guys are liking it thus far. Thanks for sticking with it, it means a lot!