Merry Christmas Eve Eve, god this month has gone so fast.
This chapter will probably pull a few heart strings, I'm sorry in advance
Joke - Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Arthur
Arthur who?
Arthur any mince pies left?
This probably the lamest out of them all, anyway Enjoy :-D
December 23rd – Get Sourwolf to ask you out
Derek's POV
I realised I was caught up the moment yesterday I didn't think things through before I kissed him. I laid on my bed and thought about how badly I wanted Stiles. Not in a sexual sort of way it was more than that, do I like him? Like more than a best friend. Stiles is gorgeous and exiting to be around and when he smiled it made me so much better. It scares me, the feelings I have for him, the fact that he can leave butterflies in his stomach. It scares me a lot; I haven't felt this way not even with Kate.
December 23rd – Get Sourwolf to ask you out
I need to talk to him.
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To Stiles
Hey, we need to talk
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From Stiles
Okay, I'll be there soon
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So Stiles is coming over, what am I going to say? Do I want us to be together, do I want to be with him? I'm not good with using words.
Stiles pulls up in the drive way and I freeze, I don't know what to say
"Hey" he speaks first
"Hey" I replied awkwardly.
"Listen, I know what this is about and it's okay" I looked at him confused "You regret it I understand, I'm not good enough for you, I get it"
I try to speak but I can't believe what I just heard. "No that's not it at all"
"Oh, so what's up?"
"Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Sure"
"Great"
"I have to go meet Scott, so I'll see you later" I wave back and as soon as he leaves I can breath again. So your going to dinner, with Stiles and you may or may not like him. You've already kissed him and shared personal stuff with him so you obviously feel something for him, but what?
I got ready for the date, wearing a shirt and a lose tie with a blazer and jeans and went downstairs to get Isaac's opinion.
"How do I look?" I asked nervously.
"Wow, you own a coloured shirt?" Isaac stated, "You must really like Stiles"
'I have no idea' I said to myself.
I picked Stiles up and he was dressed in a red shirt with a black waistcoat, GOD he looked hot. I should really stop looking before I pop a boner just thinking about what I could do to him without his waistcoat.
"So were are we going?" he asked
"Now it my turn to surprise you" I grinned. He took the answer and didn't answer again. I took him to my favourite Italian place, which I knew would impress him.
"So why did you ask me out?" he said bluntly
"Uh, because, I uh like you" I blurted out. It isn't a lie, I do like him but I'm confused in which way.
"Really? Or are you just saying that"
"What you don't believe me" I said jokingly, he shrugged. He really didn't believe me.
"What can I say, not a lot of people do like me" he looked sad
"Well they are idiots, you're the most special, smartest, funniest, kindest, sweetest, hottest person I've ever had the privilege to know" I don't want Stiles to think less of himself, he's amazing.
"What was that last one?" he grinned and grabbed my hand.
"Sweetest" I answered embarrassingly.
"No I think it was hottest" he tease "thanks"
The bill came out and Stiles pulled his wallet out. "Don't even think about it" I growled in my alpha voice.
"That alpha shit doesn't work on me you know" he stated
I laughed "I know I just needed to distract you when I paid the bill"
He looked down to see the bill already gone "how the hell did you do that?" he asked
"I have my ways" I grinned
I kissed him goodnight, his lips were soft and warm. He smiled and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I'm going to take a guess and say it's defiantly more than friendship.
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From Lydia
?
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To Lydia
I can't do it, I like him too much and I mean really like him
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From Lydia
Do you love him though like he does you?
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To Lydia
We only just started dating I could love him in the future
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From Lydia
'could', he loves you 'could ' isn't good enough, either your in love with him or break up with him and save him the heartache
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To Lydia
I don't know what to do