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Stiles rubbed his neck, looking up to the top shelf at checkout. The second Practice had killed him, trying to do as well as Scott, because he promised he'd try. He might have been drunk, but a drunken promise is still a promise. Meanwhile, Scott had been doing gymnastics on the field as if he was a God made prodigy, WHICH Stiles could assure you he wasn't. And at the first practice, he also caught every attempted goal, which he also shouldn't have been able to do. The werewolf thing was continuously looking more fitting, especially after his Dad's old friend and coworker Tara dished that half a body was found with wolf fur on it, that same night. Scott had probably found the top half, but he was saving all that for a full blow research session later. Now he was ready to check out of the store with his Groceries. Unlike a normal grocery store the checkout shelves were as tall as an of the aisle shelves. They put the more mature magazines and old candy no one likes or knows about. Whatchamacallits, Razzles, candy cigarettes, chocolate coins, even candy buttons. Since he was too young to buy the magazines, he grabbed a couple bags of chocolate coins, a bag of Razzles for Scott, and a couple Whatchamacallits for Dean and Cas. He had already elected to make dinner, but he felt bad for being such trouble the night before. The buttons were half gone, so he couldn't reach. He just kept trying to pull a sheet of them closer with the very end of his finger. Damn it! If only he was an inch taller. He sighed and pulled his arm down just to see a leather-covered arm reach up and grab the sheet he'd just been trying for and hand it to him.

"Here…" Stiles nodded and murmured his thanks, thoroughly embarrassed. He was too busy sorting his candy to make it easiest to carry to look at the guy. "Making a family dinner? You're parents must be pretty proud." Stiles sighed in his head. It was astounding that he never realized how often people said that. First couch in a motivational speech to them before practice. A janitor he barely knew at school said that to him after he almost broke his neck getting a goal at lacrosse practice. A senile old woman who thought his name was Gilmen said the same when he helped her pick out produce. He swore he didn't hear it twice as much before his dad died. He was getting sick of having to be gentle with other people about his problems, when he just wanted to be blunt. He didn't realize he'd spoke his mind until he'd said it, but he didn't really care.

"I wouldn't know, I'm an orphan." He muttered it at a normal volume trying to figure out how to manage carrying all the candy, he finally just dropped it in his cart, hoping check out wouldn't take too long.

"Really? Same." Stiles looked up to see if it was someone he knew of. Derek freaking Hale is in my check out line... "But I'm guessing you aren't eating all that food yourself."

"Uh, um, No. Cooking for my foster parents. Or well these two guys putting up with me until I finish high school. I just got put with them and I'm already causing more trouble for them than I used to cause my dad." Stiles would have sworn the awkward statement took him 5 minutes to get out. "How long is this flipping line?" Shit. He said that out loud. Derek looked ahead of him.

"Like five people with half full carts." 'Holy Shit, is Derek freaking Hale smiling at me?' "So, what are you making?"

"Um… Stir fry. I think…." Derek gave him an amused look.

"Well, you're gonna want to use some soy sauce or some make a broth for that. It's not too good dry." Stiles nodded, feeling a bit out of place.

"Yeah, uh, soy sauce. I think the Guys have some at their house." Derek nodded seeming much more comfortable.

"How'd you hurt your head?" Stiles stifled a laugh but shook his head smirking and probably blushing.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Derek shrugged giving him a casual half smirk back.

"You'd be surprised." Stiles laughed to himself softly.

"Went out drinking. My best friend got chased through the woods by a werewolf, I went looking for him and took a header down a hill, bashing my head into a tree." He watched Derek to see if he would be freaked out. He just nodded.

"Sounds like a fun week." Stiles shrugged; happy he hadn't made the most intimidating man on earth run from him.

"Weekend, but generally yes." Stiles still couldn't get over the fact that Derek Hale was smiling at him again!

"So, this friend helping you through it?" Stiles wondered for a minute what he meant, when he realized Derek had figured out his dad had died, he tried to review how much he'd said about it, embarrassed.

"Uh, he has been. He's kind of goo-goo for a chick right now, but I can't really blame him. He was getting a bit over bearing anyway. I could use a bit of time to think about it on my own." Derek nodded. He was a lot less intimidating in a conversation.

"My sister was the same way. She didn't want to give me even a minute to feel bad about it." Derek seemed sad mentioning his sister. Before either knew it, it was Derek's turn at the register. Stiles was a bit sad their conversation had to end, but he was still surprised when he was handed half a receipt with a number on the back, with "Derek 'Freaking' Hale" written directly under it. Oh god did I call him that out loud. Unbeknownst to Stiles, he'd just heard him and Scott earlier that week. "In case your friend is too busy with that girl…" Stiles smiled and took it. Derek seemed hesitant to smile back but he did. And for Stiles, that was amazing enough. He got back to getting his groceries checked out once he thought Derek had got going. There were a few more bags than he thought there would be. He was trying to figure out how to carry them all when he heard the smooth voice again. "You need help with those?" Derek was standing behind him. He blushed but smiled as Derek grabbed three of the six bags.

"Thanks…" Derek and he walked out to Stiles' Jeep in an awkward but nice silence. Or at least nice while it lasted. Derek's chuckle broke the silence.

"This is your car?" Stiles' blushed again.

"Well where's your car mister classy?" Derek smirked and pointed to a shiny black Camaro not too far away.

"Of course you have an overly gorgeous car… How very fitting."

"Does that mean you think I'm gorgeous?" Stiles gave a chuckle with his lips tight together.

"Mm, I have to think about it. Ask me again when I call you…" Stiles was sure not to be too quick loading car. "Enjoy your overly gorgeous car…" Stiles waved before hoping into his Jeep.

"I didn't catch your name." Stiles smiled out to him.

"It's Stiles… Stiles Stilinski." Derek stood there a second smiling, before sauntering off towards his car. Stiles pulled out of the lot and drove home smiling to his self softly.