Chapter 1: Stiles and Derek Break Curfew
Stiles's eyes snapped open as his head slipped off his hand. Where he was sleeping. In Harris's class. Harris, who hated him. Behind him, he heard Scott, the traitor, snort as he covered his smile with a hand. The brunette turned his head where Stiles could see the smirk apparent on his face.
Stiles's eyes furrowed as he stared at the expectant teacher. He thought about bluffing his way out of this, but decided not to. Harris gave out detentions like a grandmother would with candy. At least if he knew the question, he might be able to answer it. "Um, sorry Mr. Harris. What was the question?"
His classmates started snickering around him. Stiles was always prone to getting in trouble.
Harris smirked. Stiles wanted to wipe the smirk off of his jerk face. "The question was...," he drawled. "What is the fourth most abundant element in the universe in terms of mass?"
Shit. He was so screwed. "Uhhhhh," he stuttered. Harris's smirk widened. Finally, he gave up. "I don't know."
Harris smiled wickedly. "If one of your classmates answers correctly, you're off the hook. If not, detention after school. For both you and the idiot who answers."
Stiles groaned. This was the teacher's favorite trick to play. Sure, he was popular, but no one was stupid enough to save Stiles and get on Harris's bad side. Not even Scott, who had a C in chemistry. Hmm. Like, C for chemistry. He chuckled.
"Something funny, Mr. Stilinski?" Harris's eyes had narrowed at him. Shit, his mind was wandering. Did he take his Adderall today? He thought he took it this morning. With his egg sandwich. Just thinking about breakfast made him hungry.
It looks like he didn't take his Adderall today. Harris definitely would have him do something like clean the toilets if he got detention today. Desperate, he played his last card. "But sir, I have lacrosse practice after school!"
Harris shrugged. "I bet I could talk Finstock into letting you go. He doesn't need every player at all the practices. Especially the bad ones."
Somewhere behind him, Stiles heard an indignant snort. Instantly, he knew it was Jackson. Ugh. That douchebag. And Stiles was amazing at midfield.
Stiles opened his mouth, but Harris interrupted him. "Five seconds to save Mr. Stilinski. Count in your head."
Stiles counted. He counted while thinking of ways to kill Harris without getting caught. No one would suspect him! He's the sheriff's son after all.
He was at two when he saw someone's hand go up in the air. Harris saw it too and rolled his eyes. Stiles internally laughed. At least he'd get a few more seconds of satisfaction.
"Yes, Mr. Hale?"
Stiles craned his neck to see the boy who saved him. And hot damn. The boy had dark brown hair that hung down and was fairly muscular. He wore a button down shirt and nice khakis. There were glasses perched on his nose as he smiled at Harris. Smiled! Can you believe it? Stiles sure as hell could not. Who in there right mind would smile at Harris?!
"The answer to your previous question is carbon," the boy answered confidently and folded his hands together.
Harris stood there for moment, the glee in his eyes gone. "That is correct, Mr. Hale," he said grudgingly. "But perhaps next time you want to let Mr. Stilinski handle it."
The boy turned around, and Stiles's breath caught in his throat. The boy's eyes were beautiful. They had so many colors in them. Stiles could've gotten lost in them.
"Yes, sir," the boy answered Harris.
The rest of the day had gone without a hitch. Now for lacrosse practice. Finstock was his usual excited and loud self.
"LISTEN UP, LADIES!" Finstock yelled after another drill. He caused some freshman to flinch. Stiles had gotten used to it by now.
"I WANT YOU ALL TO SCRIMMAGE. ALL SENIORS PLUS DUNBAR. NO, GREENBERG, GO WITH THE OTHERS. YOU'RE AS NEW AS THE FRESHMAN, NO MATTER THAT YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING SINCE YOU WERE A FRESHMAN AND NOW YOU'RE A SENIOR. JOIN THE NEWBIES!"
Stiles glanced at Scott and smirked. They were seniors and some of the best players on the team. Others were Jackson, Danny, Brian, Boyd, and Isaac. All seniors. Liam was great too, for a sophomore. He exchanged wicked smiles with the seniors.
They all sprinted out, whooping and jumping. Danny stays in goal as Jackson takes the face-off. No matter how much of an ass he was, he was a damn good offensive player. Stiles sensed movement by the bleachers and turned to look. His eyes widened in surprise. It was the boy from chemistry. He brought his schoolwork and was doing it on the bleachers.
"Yo, Scotty," Stiles said to the boy next to him. Scott turned and cocked an eyebrow.
"Who's that kid over there? In the bleachers? He saved me from detention with Harris," Stiles questioned.
Scott followed his gaze to the boy. "Oh, that's Derek Hale. Total nerd and teacher's pet. He's taking, like, five AP classes. To top it off, he has straight A's."
"He's also a fag!" Brian interrupted, snickering.
Stiles frowned, feeling a wave of protectiveness towards someone he didn't know. "Danny is gay," he said, emphasizing the word because Brian seemed to love the word fag.
Brian shrugged. "They're both fags."
That disgusted Stiles. No real friend would insult their friend like that unless it was joke. Brian was an asshole.
"Got outta here." Scott scowled at Brian. Stiles glared fiercely at the boy, but Brian didn't retreat
"What?" he demanded. "You a fag too, McCall?"
"So what if I am?"
Stiles turned to his best friend, surprised, to say the least. Did he say that just to anger Brian? Or was there more to that statement that he didn't know of?
Brian sneered and marched up to Scott before grabbing Scott's shirt collar. Stiles started panicking. Brian was a pretty big guy, he didn't think he could help his best friend if things turned violent. He turned to see if Coach Finstock was watching, but he was yelling at Greenberg. Typical.
Brian opened his mouth, but was thrown off of Scott before he could say anything. Isaac stood there, glaring at Brian. "You alright?" he asked. Scott nodded, standing close to the other senior.
Coach blew the whistle and practice went along.
This is easy, he thought as he knocked another kid down and scooped up the ball. He lobbed it to Liam, who ran it down and scored. Again. His team cheered.
Against his will, Stiles looked at Derek Hale again. Derek's eyebrows were knitted together as he studied. His teeth were chewing his lower lip. Stiles stared. Then he was looking up at the sky.
"STILINSKI!" Finstock shouted. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
The freshman who knocked him down scored on Danny. Stiles groaned and covered his face with his hands.
"ALRIGHT, CUPCAKES! PRACTICE IS OVER. GO CRY TO YOUR MOMMY ABOUT YOUR BRUISES!"
Stiles forced back a grin. Coach was so weird. He grabbed his stick and walked to Scott. They watched the girls soccer team run past to the parking lot. Scott stared longingly at Allison, his girlfriend. Stiles chuckled.
"Go on. I can handle myself," he grinned. Scott gave him a grateful look as he started sprinting towards the brunette.
Jackson whistled as one girl passed him. "She's hot."
All the other guys gave their agreement. Stiles nodded absently, but his eyes were glued to Derek. The boy was talking to two other girls. One was a blonde one with bright red lipstick and wicked long nails. Erica Reyes, a senior. Boyd was dating her. Another was a redhead with a soccer jersey on. Wait, what? Stiles's eyes almost bugged out of his head. Lydia Martin was on the soccer team and he didn't know? What was wrong with the world? He saw the girl Jackson had called out jogging to the trio. When she got to Derek, she hugged him. Something stirred in Stiles's stomach. When he got a glance of her face though, the feeling disappeared. She looked a lot like Derek. Probably siblings.
Stiles changed quickly and walked to the parking lot and to his trusty jeep. He saw Derek in the car. And holy shit, was that a Camaro?! Damn, it was.
Lydia and Erica were outside the car. Boyd walked up to Erica and kissed her before smiling. He could see Derek's sister (most likely) talking to Lydia. After a minute, the brunette and Lydia walked back to her car. Wait. Back. The. Fuck. Up. What was Lydia doing with Derek's sister in her car?
Erica and Boyd leave and the Camaro's engine fires up. Stiles gathered up his nerves before sprinting towards the car.
Derek stared at him. Stiles motioned to the window and pointed down. The other boy rolled the window down slowly and raised an eyebrow.
"I just wanted to say thanks," Stiles explained. "For saving me from Harris. I don't think anyone else would do that."
Derek shot him a small smile. "Don't mention it."
They both stayed there for a few seconds before Stiles cleared his throat. "Well, I better get going. Talk to ya later." He walked to his jeep. Oddly, he was smiling to himself.
Stiles's eyes roam the page. There were a lot of articles. He clicked on one. Derek's mother and father were well-known lawyers. Peter Hale was notorious for getting in trouble with the police. Derek's cousin, Malia, went to their school. Failed junior year last year and had to retake it. His younger sister was named Cora. Older one named Laura. Stiles chuckled at the names. They rhymed.
Stiles shut his laptop quickly before heading downstairs. "Hey, dad."
"Hey, Stiles." John Stilinski wrapped his son in a hug. He holds Stiles by his shoulders and looks into the amber eyes. "What's for dinner? Please say something greasy."
Stiles snorted. His dad wished, but never in a million years. "No such luck daddy-o. Baked chicken with a side of salad. I get a hamburger with that."
His dad groaned. "Why do you get a hamburger?" And no, he was not whining.
"I'm a growing boy," Stiles answered. Gotta have my calories." He grinned cheekily at his dad.
The sheriff rolled his eyes before groaning dramatically and sitting down. Stiles handed him the chicken and salad before taking the opposite side of the table. He smirked into his burger when he saw his dad longingly looking at it.
Stile wagged his finger at him. "Eat up." His dad grumbled before cutting off a piece of the chicken and shoving it into his mouth moodily. Stiles's smirk turned into a full out grin.
"I saw that!" the sheriff said. "I'm your father and I will make you clean the house!"
Stiles held up his hands in mock surrender. After all, he didn't want to clean the house. "Alright, alright. Sorry." Stiles flashed a grin.
"You better be," muttered his dad, but the sheriff was smiling too.
"Okay, we'll be playing soccer today," the teacher said. "Team One has Jackson..."
Stiles's mind wandered until he heard his name. He was also on Team One.
"Okay, get in your teams, and we'll start!"
Stiles noticed Derek Hale was on his team. He didn't have long to ponder that though because the whistle blew, signaling the start of the game.
Stiles didn't really touch the ball. He wasn't much of a soccer guy anyway.
It wasn't until he heard a choked yell that he paid attention. His head whipped towards the sound. What he saw made him sick to his stomach.
Derek was on the ground. His glasses were cracked, and his nose was gushing blood. There was a bump forming on his temple.
Brian was standing above Derek, snickering. Stiles blood started to boil at the sight. He sprinted and knelt at Derek's side. He glared at Brian, his eyes on fire. "What the fuck happened?!"
Brian shrugged, increasing Stiles's anger. "I bumped into him, and he fell on his face."
Stiles stood and got into Brian's face. "A "bump" doesn't do that," he hissed. He helped Derek up and started to the nurse. His shoulder "bumped" into Brian's chest, and he went flying. That made Stiles smirk.
Stiles waited with Derek at the office. He had to throw away his glasses. One hand held a pack of ice on the swelling bruise and the other had a tissue pressed to the dripping nose.
"Brian did this?" Stiles asked.
Derek squinted at him. After a few moments, he nodded. "Yeah."
Stiles frowned. "He's an ass. Don't let him get to you."
"I try not to," Derek responded. An awkward silence follows. Stiles tapped a beat on the chair.
"Thanks for helping me," Derek said, smiling. Stiles smiled back.
A few more days of Stiles's eyes drawn to Derek, some awkward run-ins, and he finally was done. All he's seen in Derek so far was a goody-two-shoes. There had to be a devil somewhere. And Stiles was going to find it.
The redhead turned and looked expectantly at the boy running after her. Stiles skidded to a stop. "Do you know where Derek Hale is?"
Lydia arched an eyebrow. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"I was gonna invite him to the game tonight then maybe hang out later?" Stiles suggested and shrugged.
If possible, Lydia's facial expression was even more suspicious. "Why so interested in Derek Hale all of a sudden?"
Stiles sighed and threw his arms up for dramatic effect. "Fine. If you must know, he seems too good to be real." At this, Lydia smirked. Stiles shook his head quickly. "Not good looking! Not that I'm saying he's not good looking. He has very pretty eyes and dark hair that looks super soft. And those cheekbones are so sharp I could cut myself on them." Lydia's expression jolted him out of the Derek rant. "What I mean is, his behavior is too good to be true. There's gotta be something more than a rule follower. He needs to loosen up a little. Live a little."
The redhead's eyes narrowed at him, and Stiles gulped. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted.
Stiles nearly sighed in relief, until he saw who it was. Erica. The blonde looked from Lydia to Stiles, then back to Lydia. "What'd Stiles do?"
Said person flailed his arms indignantly. It wasn't always him!
"Stiles wants to bring out the naughty side of Derek," Lydia summed up. Stiles's ears turned pink. That sounded really dirty. It did to Erica.
"You're into Derek?" she asked surprised. "And into naughty boys? Ew. Gross."
"Its not like that!" Stiles protested. "I feel like Derek has to live a little more. He's too...good. He's gotta loosen up!"
There was a pause from both ladies. Lydia spoke first. "If you hurt him, even a little, on your quest to get the wild side out of Derek, I swear I will never speak to you again. Ever."
"I'll make sure he'll never speak again," Erica added. She rounded on Stiles. "Stilinski, if you hurt him, I will gut you with a dull pocketknife and feed your insides to the crows. Then I'll skin your body and make it into a rug for my room after feeding your jock friends the meat from your body. He is my best friend and you will die slowly and painfully if you hurt a hair on his head."
Stiles gaped. Wow. Too many threats. Way too many. "Alright," he squeaked. "Message received. I won't hurt Derek. Unless I want to die a very painful death. I swear I won't hurt him. It'll be good for Derek too. He's just got to find out."
Both girls smiled. "Great. Don't hurt Derek. Are we clear?"
Stiles took a step back. "Crystal."
Both nodded before leaving him. Stiles sighed in relief. He looked around the lunchroom before his eyes landed on Derek. He was reading a book. Stiles snorted. What a silly guy. He walked confidently to Derek and stopped in front of him. Stiles just stared at the other boy who was sucked into another world. Hazel eyes flitted across the page. Stiles stood there for another moment before clearing his throat. Derek jumped in his seat, and Stiles fought the urge to laugh. Slowly, Derek looked him up and down before squinting in confusion. "Yes?"
"Hey," Stiles greeted. He decided to be straightforward. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
Slowly, Derek shook his head, eyes wide under his new glasses. Stiles wanted to coo.
"You wanna come to the lacrosse game tonight? It's here at seven."
Derek stared at him for a second. Stiles wished he knew what was going through his mind.
"Um, I don't know," Derek said unconfidently. "I've never been to one before."
"Well," grinned Stiles. "That just means you have to go now!"
Derek shrugged. "I don't have a ride. Parents are having a date night." He wrinkled his nose. "And all the other cars I'm not allowed to use."
Stiles made a noise in the back of his throat. "I'll drive you!"
Derek looked surprised now. "Really?"
The dark-haired boy thought for a moment. "Alright," he said uncertainly.
"Great!" Stiles said. "See you then!" He winked at Derek, who turned red. Then he walked away.
Everyone cheered in the stands. All his teammates near him hit him affectionately and Scott gave him a high-five. Like every other day though, his eyes roamed the faces for Derek Hale. Derek was on his feet, clapping and smiling softly. He was surrounded by Erica, Cora, and Lydia, who was standing suspiciously close to Cora. He would have to investigate that later.
Two goals were scored by Jackson, one by Liam, and one by yours truly. A pretty successful game. At least Finstock wouldn't have them running laps. Stiles hated laps. A lot.
He took a quick shower in the locker room before heading back out. Derek was still surrounded by ladies. That came out a little wrong. Another girl joined the group. Allison, Scott's girlfriend. She smiled at him, dimples carving into her cheeks. Stiles had to grin back.
"Good game, Stiles!" she congratulated, hugging him.
"Is there something I should be worried about here?" a teasing voice asked. The boy stopped hugging Allison and turned around, seeing Scott walking up with Isaac and Boyd. He smirked.
"Yup. Better keep her close before I steal her," he joked, winking at Allison. She faked a giggle and blew a kiss. Scott's face morphed into mock anger as he marched up to Allison and swept her up in a hug.
Stiles fake gagged towards Derek, who laughed. And Stiles would've done anything in the world to hear that again. Something occurred to him.
"Hey, how'd your sister get here?"
Derek made a confused face. "How do you know it's my sister?"
Stiles froze. What was he gonna say? Oh, I just researched you through the police department. No biggie.
"The family resemblance is obvious," a voice floated in. Isaac was standing to the side, staring at Scott and Allison longingly. Stiles stared. Did Isaac...like Scott?
Derek nodded before turning to Cora. "How did you get here?"
"Lydia," she responded, and there was a tint of red on her cheeks. Stiles was so gonna interrogate the redhead about this later. He cackled internally.
Slowly, everyone trickled away until it was just Stiles and Derek. Stiles checked the time. 9:27.
"Looks like you're still my ride home, Stiles," Derek said. "We better get going. Or we're gonna break curfew."
"Aren't your parents out of town?" inquired Stiles. "Because it's not like they would know the second you break curfew."
Derek looked uncertain. "I've never done it before."
Stiles was sure he looked like a fish out of water. "You've never broken curfew?" Derek shook his head.
Stiles was quiet as he started up Roscoe. After a few awkward minutes, he spoke up. "You should do it sometime. Break curfew, I mean. Life isn't all grades Derek. Live a little."
Derek's head turned towards him. "I dunno. What would I do?"
"There's all kinds of things to do!" Stiles exclaimed. "You totally should do it."
Derek shrugged. "Maybe."
The rest of the ride was quiet. Stiles turned up the radio and hummed to the song. His fingers tapped to the beat. He felt a gaze burn into his head and turned. Stiles locked eyes with beautiful hazel eyes. There were so many shades of green, like a forest. And there were tiny hints of yellow. Derek flushed red as Stiles caught him staring. Stiles's mouth quirked upwards.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Stiles asked, his hand shooting upwards. Derek shook his head.
"Nothing," he answered. Stiles tilted his head as Derek smiled softly and faced the window.
After a few more minutes, Stiles had to ask Derek to tell him where to go. They were pretty deep into the forest when they came upon a towering mansion. Stile gaped as Derek told him to stop. This was his house?! He knew the Hales were wealthy, but this seemed like a stretch.
"This is your place?" Stiles asked incredulously. Derek blushed and nodded, rubbing the nape of his neck.
"Yup." Derek said.
"How many people live here? And which room is yours?"
"Most of my family live here. Including aunts, uncles, and cousins."
Stiles smiled wryly. "Not much privacy then?"
Derek laughed. "Not at all. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love my family, even if they are a bit annoying."
Stiles smiled. That was sweet of him. He didn't know if he could live like Derek did though.
"Well, thanks for the ride, Stiles," said Derek.
Stiles winked. "No problem. Anytime."
Derek started walking away when Stiles made a last minute decision. "Derek!" Derek turned around, eyebrows furrowed. "I'll see you soon!" And with that, Stiles drove off, leaving a slightly confused Derek Hale.
Stiles pondered what Derek had said about breaking curfew. After a while, he decided that was unacceptable. And that's how he found himself throwing rocks at what he hoped to be Derek's window. If not, then he was screwed.
After what seemed like an eternity, the window slid open. Derek's head stuck out. Stiles laughed out loud. The other boy's hair was sticking in every direction and there was drool stuck to one cheek. Derek had an annoyed face plastered on. He squinted. "Stiles?"
This is some Romeo and Juliet shit right here, Stiles thought, grinning. "The one and only!" he yelled and bowed.
"What are you doing here?" Derek hissed quietly. "And try to be a little more quiet. My whole family's asleep!"
Stiles nodded. "We're going to play a prank on Scotty. Get on some warm clothes and come outside."
Derek huffed. "Why? It's one in the morning!"
"Because you've never broken curfew! And that's about to change!"
Derek rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath before closing the window. Stiles stood there for ten minutes and was starting to worry that Derek went back to bed before the window opened again. Derek climbed out on the roof and climbed down the tree next to his house. He landed on the ground effortlessly.
"What do you want," he asked, his voice rough with sleep. Stiles shivered involuntarily.
"Okay. So Scott got me good with a prank he did a few weeks ago with Isaac. Like, I pissed my pants I was so scared." Stiles trailed off as he realized Derek was smirking at him. "Anyway, I'm gonna get him back."
He started walking back to his jeep before he noticed Derek wasn't following. "C'mon!"
Derek hesitated for a moment before jogging to join the other boy. "So what kind of prank is this?"
"You'll see," Stiles replied. They hopped into the car and drove off. Stiles prayed that none of Derek's family had seen them.
After a few moments, Derek looked in the backseat. He whipped forward. "Why do you have two ski masks and a pair of baseball bats back there?"
Stiles chuckled. "Uh, for the prank?"
"Is this gonna get us in jail?!" Derek hissed incredulously.
Stiles scratched the back of his neck. "Um, only if we're caught."
Derek stared at him. Finally he said, "Isn't your dad the sheriff?"
"Yeah...," Stiles drawled out. "Look it's cool. I've only been caught, like, once." It was when he and Scott tried pranking Jackson. It involved nailing his bed to the ceiling.
"Once? Just once?" muttered Derek. "That's great. I am so screwed."
"Lighten up!" Stiles said, clapping Derek's shoulder. "You gotta have a little fun!"
"That can happen without risky behaviors," Derek shot back.
"But that's the thing," Stiles said, looking at Derek. "Risky behavior creates so much more adrenaline. You'll see soon."
Derek raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a word.
Finally, they got to Scott's house. Stiles parked a block away so his jeep wouldn't get spotted. They both waited to put on the ski masks since two teenagers in ski masks and holding baseball bats looked crazy suspicious.
When Scott's house came into view, they pulled down their masks. Stiles was practically shivering in anticipation. This was gonna be so funny. He hoped Scott would piss himself.
"Get the bats out," whispered Stiles. "And your phone so I can call him. Try to look as intimidating as possible."
Derek gave Stiles a bat before holding his bat like gang members in a movie. He was drawn up to full height and looked pretty intimidating in the ski mask.
Stiles dialed Scott's number on Derek's phone. His best friend wouldn't know who's number it was since he didn't know Derek all that well. Perfect. He grinned as he raised it to his ear.
After a few rings, he answered. "Hello?" a groggy voice came from the other end. Stiles smirked victoriously.
He deepened his voice. "Look out your window," he said quietly. There was a pause as Stiles saw a head pop up from the window. Scott's eyes widened, and he looked horrified.
Scott's voice was shaky this time. "Stiles, I know this is you." His voice was uncertain though. He could be persuaded.
Stiles cursed quietly. Scott knew his voices pretty well. Without saying a word, he thrust the phone at Derek.
The other boy scowled at the sudden action, but took the phone. "Stiles? What the hell is a Stiles?" His voice was considerably deeper than Stiles. There was a hint of roughness to it.
Scott became worryingly silent. A few minutes passed before Stiles was about to speak again. "Hel-mphh!" Stiles was cut off by a hand to his mouth. He glared at the hand's owner. The very muscular hand. Derek raised his other hand to his lips in a shushing motion. Stiles strained his ears. Then it hit him. Sirens.
"We gotta go!" Stiles hissed. "Run!"
They sprinted down the street to Stiles's jeep. The sirens were getting considerably louder. Shit. If his dad found out, Stiles would be sent to a boarding school. They hopped in and Stiles slammed on the gas pedal.
"Slow down!" Derek warned. "You're just going to make the cops more suspicious if we're speeding."
They passed Scott's house, which had a police car. Stiles looked the other way. All the officers know his face, and he'd rather them not tell the sheriff that his underage son was out after curfew at a prank scene.
They got onto the main road. Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Then he started laughing. Derek stared at him like he was crazy. Stiles took a moment to breathe in deeply, but he cracked up again after replaying Scott's face in his mind. That was amazing!
Derek continued to stare as Stiles gasped. "Why on earth are you laughing?" he demanded after a few more seconds of Stiles's maniac laughter.
"Be-because," Stiles responded, mirth dancing in his eyes. "When you almost get in trouble, but barely get away, it always becomes funny because you got away with it."
The other boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "But we were so close to getting caught."
"That's the part that I love the most," the lacrosse player said. "I'm an adrenaline junkie."
Derek huffed and stared out the window. "I'm obviously not. I was freaking terrified we were gonna get caught."
Stiles elbowed Derek. "But we didn't! And that's all that matters. It takes time getting used to."
Derek rolled his eyes. There gonna get stuck there if he keeps doing that, mused Stiles. Not wanting to be caught staring, he returned his attention to the road.
They got to Derek's sooner then Stiles would've liked. The brunette found he liked Derek's company. Sure, probably not as much as Scott's, but Derek was...different. It felt different around him. It was a good different, Stiles decided.
Stiles rolled down the window and looked at Derek. "I had fun."
Derek grinned a little shyly. The sight took Stiles's breath away, and he listed Derek's smile as one of his favorite things in the world.
"I did too," Derek replied. "Maybe we can hang out sometime later. But, without illegal stuff."
Stiles laughed. "I'll try. Good night, Derek."
Stiles waited like a gentleman for Derek to safely climb the tree. Maybe next time, he could walk Derek to the doorstep instead of hiding out in his jeep and hoping Derek doesn't fall out of the tree. Stiles laughed joyously as he realized Derek wanted to hang out again. There would be a next time.