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Styles had gotten home the morning after his conversation with Derek. He had been adamant that Derek drive him home, his father was probably worried sick. Who made him dinner? Who made sure he ate healthy? He had insisted that he walk up to the house without Derek's help. Derek, not going away that easily, trailed after him anyway. Styles fished out his keys from his backpack.
"Shit!" Styles barked as Derek sent him a questioning look. "My jeep's still at school." Styles moaned.
"Why can't your dad drive you tomorrow?" Derek asked irritably.
"Really? My dad? That's totally cool. Just roll up to school in my dad's cruiser. That'll win me some popularity." Styles said obnoxiously.
"Fine." Derek snapped. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
"I suppose that's a little less un-cool. Having my dealer drive me." Styles said with a smirk. Derek's face flushed.
"Styles, is there something you want to tell me about?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.
"What do you mean Father dearest?" Styles asked turning around and giving his father that oh so innocent look.
"Your dealer?" The sheriff asked, not finding his son amusing.
"My dealer." Styles said with a mischievous smile. He turned to Derek who looked full of rage. "Duh, my boyfriend. Dad keep up, everyone says dealer now." Styles said as he placed a very wet kiss on Derek's unsuspecting mouth. Mr. Stilinski sputtered for a moment before regaining his composure.
"Why is that?" He asked.
"What?" Styles asked tearing his eyes away from Derek's stunned yet pleased just kissed face.
"Why do you call them dealers now?" He pressed.
"They deal out love." Styles said sounding bored. Derek carefully slipped an arm around Styles' waist to emphasize it.
"I'm sorry if this is a shock for you Mr. Stilinski." Derek said his voice a bit husky.
"I knew he was bi, we had that talk. I'm just surprised that someone so serious, so mature so-" he tried to say what he meant without sounding mean.
"So old?" Derek supplied helpfully.
"Yeah. Someone like you would be with him." He finished.
"He's like a fine wine. Better with age." Styles said, it made no sense but the insanity eased a bit of the tension,
"Well anyway, I'm going out so you two..." He paused thoughtfully. "...don't do anything, er- ya know- and if you do, use protection." He mumbled as he shuffled away.
"Want to come in?" Styles asked as he opened the door for Derek.
"What time should I pick you up tomorrow morning?" Derek asked as he stood there not moving.
"I usually leave by 6." Styles said with a small smile as Derek's face drained of color.
"I'll pick you up a 7." Derek said before turning around and walking to his car.
"Then you better be ready to write me a late pass professor." Styles called after the retreating form.