Fill: Derek/Stiles Flat Tires and Subtle Hugs 3/6
2 updates in one day..... Oh yeah. I personally love this chapter. Phineas and Ferb reference and a small tribute to Seth Rogen.
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3. “So this theory that you have?” Allison asked, making herself comfortable on Stiles’ bed. Stiles sat down in the chair at his computer desk. He grabbed another slice of pizza and devoured it. Allison watched in awe as it disappeared in less than a minute. “Your appetite never ceases to amaze me.” Stiles smiled at her, blush painted on his cheeks.
“Right, so as we both know, my tires were slashed by a mysterious werewolf. How many werewolves do we know?” he asked, spinning around to face Allison completely.
“Four, including Scott.”
“Right. Except Scott doesn’t count in this scenario. He’s on the other side of the country. That leaves three possible tire slashing bandits. First would be?”
“Derek?” Allison asked uncertainty in her voice.
“Pack alpha and resident bad ass? Check! But what would his motive be?” Stiles quizzed.
“He doesn’t really seem to want you around. Not that you would care about that if you wanted to see him. Slashing your tires would keep you away from him.”
“Okay….A little harsh with the bluntness,” Allison giggled at the hurt expression on Stiles’ face. He smiled at her and threw his balled up napkin at her. “But true nevertheless. But it wouldn’t make sense for him to slash my tires to keep me away from him if he’s just gonna let Jackson and Lydia hang around and give me rides.”
“So then Lydia?” Allison suggested.
“Motive?”
“Um…I’m not getting anything,” Allison replied after thinking a while.
“Exactly! She just doesn’t have enough of a reason. Besides, she wouldn’t want to mess up her manicure. Which leaves…?” Stiles trailed off.
“Jackson!” Allison blurted, sitting up in the bed.
“Bingo!”
“You really think Jackson did it?” Allison asked, slowly.
“Yeah. I mean, he clearly doesn’t like me and would do anything to make my life hell.”
“But you said that he gave you a ride afterwards,” she reminded him.
“Sure, but that was the cover up. If he offered me a ride then surely I wouldn’t suspect him of vandalizing my baby.”
“So you’re saying that Jackson slashed your tires. Then to cover his tracks, conveniently drove by to give you a ride so you wouldn’t suspect him.”
“Ding, ding, we have a winner!”
“I don’t know Stiles. Doesn’t that seem a bit…complex for Jackson?” Allison asked, chewing her thumbnail. “And wouldn’t he want you to know that he caused your pain and suffering?”
“Not if Derek warned him against it.”
“But why-?”
“Allison don’t question it!” Stiles cut in. She giggled at him again.
“Okay, okay. So Jackson did it,” Allison reiterated. “But what about Lydia?”
“I’m getting to that. Okay so Lydia, obviously, knew about the harsh prank and felt bad about it. So she tried to talk to me about it in the library but lost her nerve.”
“You don’t honestly think that Lydia would lose her nerve do you?” Allison asked, eyebrow raised
“Deep, deep under all that animosity and attitude and deep, deep, deep down past the bitchiness, is a regular, insecure girl.”
“Right…. So she lost her nerve?”
“And so she tried to make it up to me by getting me a job. But then she realized that she gave me a job with the only woman in the world who can withstand my awesomeness. So she gave me a ride,” Stiles informed as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“And the hugging?”
“I’m still trying to work that out.”
“Right,” Allison replied. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up to stretch. Stiles watched her carefully as she rambled through his drawers until she found a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. She held the t-shirt up and raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s Derek’s. He left a few shirts and underwear here from before. I keep forgetting to give them to him. No seriously, I totally didn’t keep them because they’re comfortable and still smell like him or because they’re super big on me.”
Allison rolled her eyes and stripped out of her shirt. Stiles chewed his lower lip and looked away as she finished changing. “So your dad is cool with you spending the night here?”
“Yeah. He told me to tell you hello, by the way.”
“Why is he so chill with this? His teenage daughter hanging out with a teenage boy? One who dances with wolves in fact?”
“You’re not a werewolf though.” Allison replied. She dropped her pants and picked up the basketball shorts. “Besides, he knows you’re gay.”
“What?! What?! Why would he think that?” Stiles looked up at Allison, but quickly snatched his head down. “Whoa, the shorts! Put on the shorts!”
“Well the fact that you won’t even look at me while I’m standing in your room half naked might have something to do with that.” Allison pulled the shorts on and sat down next to Stiles. “It’s not a big deal.”
“How do you explain me loving Lydia?” Stiles folded his arms over his chest and turned his nose up. Allison smiled slyly before answering him.
“You used to have fantasies about her pegging you. Scott told me.” Allison watched Stiles’ head snatch around as he gawked at her. She was almost sure that he pulled something in his neck or at least had whip lash.
“Scott told you I was gay?” he choked out. My best friend pushed me out the closet”
“He didn’t mean to. I don’t even think he realized he’d said it. If it makes you feel any better, he promised some serious pain if anyone found out before you were ready.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Stiles huffed. He crossed his arms and pouted.
“You underestimate how much Scott values your friendship. I used to be so jealous,” Allison admitted. She gathered her hair and pulled it up and out of her face.
“Funny. I used to be insanely jealous of you.”
“Me?” Allison asked shock evident on her face. “Why?”
“Because since kindergarten it’s always been Scott and me. There was a point where our moms literally gave us a blood test to make sure we hadn’t been separated at birth. Then all of a sudden the only time I ever saw him was when he was trying to use me as a chew toy or when he needed me to cover for him or save his ass. And even then all he talked about was you. I got so sick of hearing the name Allison. I used to cringe when I saw you. I felt like you replaced me completely.”
It was so quiet at first that Stiles was sure that he imagined it. But it slowly got stronger and louder. Stiles’ mouth dropped open and he was, for the first time in a long time, completely lost for words. Allison, sweet, gentle, friendly Allison, was laughing at him. He’d just spilled all his insecurities about his and Scott’s friendship. Stiles isn’t sure what it is, but he’s laughing too. When they’re finally able to breathe again, Stiles elbows her in her ribs. “Thanks for laughing at my feelings.”
“I’m sorry! It’s just, well, Scott talked about you so much when we were together that I thought he was gay too. I never realized that he did you the same way.” Allison laid her head on Stiles’ shoulder and sighed. “I miss him.”
“Do you ever regret anything?” Stiles asks after a while.
“I use to. I regretted so much. But I wouldn’t change anything. Besides, if you love something let it go.”
“What,” Stiles said, swallowing, “if he doesn’t ever come back.”
“I don’t think of it that way. What Scott and I had was good. But I screwed up. I don’t think he’ll ever come back, not to me anyway. But it’s okay because you live and you learn. Scott taught me a lot about myself and my family. I’ll always treasure him for that.”
Stiles opened his mouth to comment when he heard the knock. He frowned at Allison, frown deepening when she shrugged. He ran down the stairs, Allison hot on his heels. He peeked out the window and almost screamed when Derek Hale’s face stared back at him.
“Holy shit! It’s Derek!” Stiles hissed.
“Not just him, he has company,” Allison pointed out.
“What do you think he wants?” Stiles asked. He was freaking out. What if they’d come to finish him and his baby off?
“You’re freaking out for no reason.”
“Easy for you to say! You can defend yourself from angry werewolves.”
“Stiles!” Allison hissed.
“Fine, fine!” Stiles stood back, took a deep breath and threw the door open. Derek immediately barged in, shouldering past both him and Allison without a word. The pack plus two followed behind him. “Oh sure, come right in. No need for an invitation.”
“Hi,” Allison let out shyly when Derek turned to stare her down.
“NO! Bad dog! No scaring my company,” Stiles fussed, slapping Derek on the nose gently. Derek turned his glare to Stiles then. Stiles gulped before continuing. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We heard you were having a party,” Jackson butted in when Derek just continued to stare.
“It’s not a party, it’s an intimate get-together,” Stiles corrected. “How did you hear that?”
“I may or may not have snuck a look at your text messages when you were busy freaking out in my car. This party blows,” Lydia said casually.
“Don’t call it that. It’s just a get-together.”
“That’s incredibly gay,” Jackson responded.
“You’re incredibly stupid!” Stiles defended. He turned back to Derek, only to notice that he and Lydia were trailing up the steps. “Hey what are you doing? And who the hell is that?”
“Come up stairs,” Derek replied, “And we’ll explain everything.”
*
“So Danny’s a wolf now?” Stiles asked. “And so is he,” He pointed to the other mystery guy, Mark, Danny’s boyfriend. “Because Jackson accidently bit Danny and Danny accidently bit Mark?”
“For the tenth time, yes,” Lydia droned, lying across the foot of his bed. Her head rested comfortably on Allison’s lap, as Allison ran her fingers through her hair.
“Is that my shirt?” Derek asked suddenly, staring at Allison.
“I may or may not have given it to her,” Stiles answered, rubbing the back of his neck.
“How did you get it?” Lydia asked, sitting up.
“He may have left it here when he was staying with me.”
“And you didn’t think he’d want it back?” Jackson asked, knowing smirk in place. Smug bastard.
“I don’t know! Returning an old t-shirt wasn’t high on my list of priorities. I was kinda busy tracking down a killer werewolf and trying not to get eaten or molested!” Stiles shouted.
“Molested? Stiles was molested? You guys did leave some info out,” Danny responded, taking a sudden interest in the conversation.
“I wouldn’t say molested. Maybe prepositioned by Chester the Molester aka Creep Show aka Peter Hale.”
“He came on to you?” Derek asked, suddenly in Stiles’ space.
“He offered to bite me. What are you doing? Oh my god you’re sniffing me.” Stiles should have been used to the weird factor, but he had been out of commission for a while. So instead, he focused on not popping a boner.
“You turned down the bite?” Jackson asked incredulously.
“Well don’t sound so surprised! I was too busy being badass and saving Lydia and subsequently the day to lie writhing in the mud. Guys that was decades ago. Can we change the subject to one that doesn’t require everyone recalling near-death experiences?”
“What were you and Allison discussing before we got here?” Lydia asked, sly smile spreading across her face. Stiles dreaded that grin.
Pegging, Stiles thought. “Politics,” he answered instead.
“Whatever you say, Peggy,” Jackson laughed out.
“Oh my god, Jackson! Have you ever noticed how weirdly close Peggy sounds to pegging?” Lydia asked, fake shock written on her face. Stiles didn’t fail to notice the small upturn of the corners of Derek’s mouth.
“Fuck my life!” Stiles squeaked out, burying his face in a pillow. “You guys are creeps! Seriously, how long did you stand outside my house, eavesdropping on private conversations?”
“Long enough to know that Danny and Mark aren’t the only rainbow troops in Beacon Hills,” Derek replied.
“Did you just call me a rainbow troop?” At Derek’s sly grin, Stiles collapsed back on his bed. He’d officially entered the twilight zone. “Oh my god, someone kill me.”
“I can’t kill you, with you being the sheriff’s son and what not, but I have the next best thing?” Mark replied, reaching into his book bag.
“A lifelong coma?” Stiles asked.
“Jack Daniels,” Mark said, pulling the amber liquid from his bag.
“My new best friend! Don’t tell Scott!” Stiles grabbed at the bottle and took a swig. The burn in his throat felt better than the burning on his red cheeks.
“You plan on sharing?” Lydia asked, reaching for the bottle.
Stiles immediately pulled it out of her reach. “It’s your fault I’m suicidal. Get your own.”
“I brought two more bottles,” Mark told her, tossing another bottle her way. “And a little herbal.”
“Cool!” Jackson responded, reaching for the bag of weed.
“No,” Derek growled. He tore the bag from Jackson’s fingers.
“It’s Pineapple Express,” Danny informed, shy smile on his lips.
“Just one,” Derek corrected. The others watched as he rolled the first one quite quickly and easily with shock on their faces. “I was a teenager once.”
“Dude, you’re 21, not 30,” Stiles replied grabbing a lighter. “I get first pull.”
“No fair!” Lydia growled. “You got your own bottle.”
“My house, my depression, my first dibs.” Stiles took a long drag, and then passed it to Allison. She pulled off it a little too hard and ended up in a coughing fit. Derek slapped her on her back and took the joint from her fingers.
“It’s gonna be a long night,” Derek said, taking a pull.
*Stiles had a totally bitching dad. When the sheriff got home, he found the seven drunk, high teens in Stiles’ bedroom, half the kitchen strewn across the floor. Lydia, Jackson, and Allison were tangled in a human knot on what appeared to be the good sheets and bed spreads, on the floor. Danny and Mark were lying wedged between the computer desk and the wall on the couch cushions. Stiles and who he was sure was Derek - even with his face buried in Stiles neck, it was apparent - were tangled up in the sheets on Stiles’ bed. He shook his head, stepped over the tangled limbs, and closed the blinds. He scooped up the empty Jack Daniels bottles, chip bags, and Froot Loops boxes and threw them into the waste basket in the hall. Derek’s head jerked up and his hair looked wild.
“Nugh gurlsh pumf?”
The sheriff took one look at the look on Derek’s face as what were supposed to be words tumbled from the younger man’s mouth, and laughed. Derek looked thoroughly confused and slightly mortified. He went to get up, but the sheriff held up a hand. “Don’t. You look comfy and you’ll wake Stiles. I don’t even want to begin to deal with that mess right now.”
“Huysh Nargh shrumg.”
The sheriff let out another chuckle as Derek stuck his tongue out and tried to get the feeling back in his tongue. “That’ll wear off after you’ve gotten some more rest. Pineapple Express will do that to you. Oh yeah, I know,” The sheriff said at Derek’s look. “I’m going to bed. Clean this up before you leave. Oh and Derek? Thanks.”
Yes. Stiles had one bitching dad.
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3. “So this theory that you have?” Allison asked, making herself comfortable on Stiles’ bed. Stiles sat down in the chair at his computer desk. He grabbed another slice of pizza and devoured it. Allison watched in awe as it disappeared in less than a minute. “Your appetite never ceases to amaze me.” Stiles smiled at her, blush painted on his cheeks.
“Right, so as we both know, my tires were slashed by a mysterious werewolf. How many werewolves do we know?” he asked, spinning around to face Allison completely.
“Four, including Scott.”
“Right. Except Scott doesn’t count in this scenario. He’s on the other side of the country. That leaves three possible tire slashing bandits. First would be?”
“Derek?” Allison asked uncertainty in her voice.
“Pack alpha and resident bad ass? Check! But what would his motive be?” Stiles quizzed.
“He doesn’t really seem to want you around. Not that you would care about that if you wanted to see him. Slashing your tires would keep you away from him.”
“Okay….A little harsh with the bluntness,” Allison giggled at the hurt expression on Stiles’ face. He smiled at her and threw his balled up napkin at her. “But true nevertheless. But it wouldn’t make sense for him to slash my tires to keep me away from him if he’s just gonna let Jackson and Lydia hang around and give me rides.”
“So then Lydia?” Allison suggested.
“Motive?”
“Um…I’m not getting anything,” Allison replied after thinking a while.
“Exactly! She just doesn’t have enough of a reason. Besides, she wouldn’t want to mess up her manicure. Which leaves…?” Stiles trailed off.
“Jackson!” Allison blurted, sitting up in the bed.
“Bingo!”
“You really think Jackson did it?” Allison asked, slowly.
“Yeah. I mean, he clearly doesn’t like me and would do anything to make my life hell.”
“But you said that he gave you a ride afterwards,” she reminded him.
“Sure, but that was the cover up. If he offered me a ride then surely I wouldn’t suspect him of vandalizing my baby.”
“So you’re saying that Jackson slashed your tires. Then to cover his tracks, conveniently drove by to give you a ride so you wouldn’t suspect him.”
“Ding, ding, we have a winner!”
“I don’t know Stiles. Doesn’t that seem a bit…complex for Jackson?” Allison asked, chewing her thumbnail. “And wouldn’t he want you to know that he caused your pain and suffering?”
“Not if Derek warned him against it.”
“But why-?”
“Allison don’t question it!” Stiles cut in. She giggled at him again.
“Okay, okay. So Jackson did it,” Allison reiterated. “But what about Lydia?”
“I’m getting to that. Okay so Lydia, obviously, knew about the harsh prank and felt bad about it. So she tried to talk to me about it in the library but lost her nerve.”
“You don’t honestly think that Lydia would lose her nerve do you?” Allison asked, eyebrow raised
“Deep, deep under all that animosity and attitude and deep, deep, deep down past the bitchiness, is a regular, insecure girl.”
“Right…. So she lost her nerve?”
“And so she tried to make it up to me by getting me a job. But then she realized that she gave me a job with the only woman in the world who can withstand my awesomeness. So she gave me a ride,” Stiles informed as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“And the hugging?”
“I’m still trying to work that out.”
“Right,” Allison replied. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up to stretch. Stiles watched her carefully as she rambled through his drawers until she found a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. She held the t-shirt up and raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s Derek’s. He left a few shirts and underwear here from before. I keep forgetting to give them to him. No seriously, I totally didn’t keep them because they’re comfortable and still smell like him or because they’re super big on me.”
Allison rolled her eyes and stripped out of her shirt. Stiles chewed his lower lip and looked away as she finished changing. “So your dad is cool with you spending the night here?”
“Yeah. He told me to tell you hello, by the way.”
“Why is he so chill with this? His teenage daughter hanging out with a teenage boy? One who dances with wolves in fact?”
“You’re not a werewolf though.” Allison replied. She dropped her pants and picked up the basketball shorts. “Besides, he knows you’re gay.”
“What?! What?! Why would he think that?” Stiles looked up at Allison, but quickly snatched his head down. “Whoa, the shorts! Put on the shorts!”
“Well the fact that you won’t even look at me while I’m standing in your room half naked might have something to do with that.” Allison pulled the shorts on and sat down next to Stiles. “It’s not a big deal.”
“How do you explain me loving Lydia?” Stiles folded his arms over his chest and turned his nose up. Allison smiled slyly before answering him.
“You used to have fantasies about her pegging you. Scott told me.” Allison watched Stiles’ head snatch around as he gawked at her. She was almost sure that he pulled something in his neck or at least had whip lash.
“Scott told you I was gay?” he choked out. My best friend pushed me out the closet”
“He didn’t mean to. I don’t even think he realized he’d said it. If it makes you feel any better, he promised some serious pain if anyone found out before you were ready.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Stiles huffed. He crossed his arms and pouted.
“You underestimate how much Scott values your friendship. I used to be so jealous,” Allison admitted. She gathered her hair and pulled it up and out of her face.
“Funny. I used to be insanely jealous of you.”
“Me?” Allison asked shock evident on her face. “Why?”
“Because since kindergarten it’s always been Scott and me. There was a point where our moms literally gave us a blood test to make sure we hadn’t been separated at birth. Then all of a sudden the only time I ever saw him was when he was trying to use me as a chew toy or when he needed me to cover for him or save his ass. And even then all he talked about was you. I got so sick of hearing the name Allison. I used to cringe when I saw you. I felt like you replaced me completely.”
It was so quiet at first that Stiles was sure that he imagined it. But it slowly got stronger and louder. Stiles’ mouth dropped open and he was, for the first time in a long time, completely lost for words. Allison, sweet, gentle, friendly Allison, was laughing at him. He’d just spilled all his insecurities about his and Scott’s friendship. Stiles isn’t sure what it is, but he’s laughing too. When they’re finally able to breathe again, Stiles elbows her in her ribs. “Thanks for laughing at my feelings.”
“I’m sorry! It’s just, well, Scott talked about you so much when we were together that I thought he was gay too. I never realized that he did you the same way.” Allison laid her head on Stiles’ shoulder and sighed. “I miss him.”
“Do you ever regret anything?” Stiles asks after a while.
“I use to. I regretted so much. But I wouldn’t change anything. Besides, if you love something let it go.”
“What,” Stiles said, swallowing, “if he doesn’t ever come back.”
“I don’t think of it that way. What Scott and I had was good. But I screwed up. I don’t think he’ll ever come back, not to me anyway. But it’s okay because you live and you learn. Scott taught me a lot about myself and my family. I’ll always treasure him for that.”
Stiles opened his mouth to comment when he heard the knock. He frowned at Allison, frown deepening when she shrugged. He ran down the stairs, Allison hot on his heels. He peeked out the window and almost screamed when Derek Hale’s face stared back at him.
“Holy shit! It’s Derek!” Stiles hissed.
“Not just him, he has company,” Allison pointed out.
“What do you think he wants?” Stiles asked. He was freaking out. What if they’d come to finish him and his baby off?
“You’re freaking out for no reason.”
“Easy for you to say! You can defend yourself from angry werewolves.”
“Stiles!” Allison hissed.
“Fine, fine!” Stiles stood back, took a deep breath and threw the door open. Derek immediately barged in, shouldering past both him and Allison without a word. The pack plus two followed behind him. “Oh sure, come right in. No need for an invitation.”
“Hi,” Allison let out shyly when Derek turned to stare her down.
“NO! Bad dog! No scaring my company,” Stiles fussed, slapping Derek on the nose gently. Derek turned his glare to Stiles then. Stiles gulped before continuing. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We heard you were having a party,” Jackson butted in when Derek just continued to stare.
“It’s not a party, it’s an intimate get-together,” Stiles corrected. “How did you hear that?”
“I may or may not have snuck a look at your text messages when you were busy freaking out in my car. This party blows,” Lydia said casually.
“Don’t call it that. It’s just a get-together.”
“That’s incredibly gay,” Jackson responded.
“You’re incredibly stupid!” Stiles defended. He turned back to Derek, only to notice that he and Lydia were trailing up the steps. “Hey what are you doing? And who the hell is that?”
“Come up stairs,” Derek replied, “And we’ll explain everything.”
*
“So Danny’s a wolf now?” Stiles asked. “And so is he,” He pointed to the other mystery guy, Mark, Danny’s boyfriend. “Because Jackson accidently bit Danny and Danny accidently bit Mark?”
“For the tenth time, yes,” Lydia droned, lying across the foot of his bed. Her head rested comfortably on Allison’s lap, as Allison ran her fingers through her hair.
“Is that my shirt?” Derek asked suddenly, staring at Allison.
“I may or may not have given it to her,” Stiles answered, rubbing the back of his neck.
“How did you get it?” Lydia asked, sitting up.
“He may have left it here when he was staying with me.”
“And you didn’t think he’d want it back?” Jackson asked, knowing smirk in place. Smug bastard.
“I don’t know! Returning an old t-shirt wasn’t high on my list of priorities. I was kinda busy tracking down a killer werewolf and trying not to get eaten or molested!” Stiles shouted.
“Molested? Stiles was molested? You guys did leave some info out,” Danny responded, taking a sudden interest in the conversation.
“I wouldn’t say molested. Maybe prepositioned by Chester the Molester aka Creep Show aka Peter Hale.”
“He came on to you?” Derek asked, suddenly in Stiles’ space.
“He offered to bite me. What are you doing? Oh my god you’re sniffing me.” Stiles should have been used to the weird factor, but he had been out of commission for a while. So instead, he focused on not popping a boner.
“You turned down the bite?” Jackson asked incredulously.
“Well don’t sound so surprised! I was too busy being badass and saving Lydia and subsequently the day to lie writhing in the mud. Guys that was decades ago. Can we change the subject to one that doesn’t require everyone recalling near-death experiences?”
“What were you and Allison discussing before we got here?” Lydia asked, sly smile spreading across her face. Stiles dreaded that grin.
Pegging, Stiles thought. “Politics,” he answered instead.
“Whatever you say, Peggy,” Jackson laughed out.
“Oh my god, Jackson! Have you ever noticed how weirdly close Peggy sounds to pegging?” Lydia asked, fake shock written on her face. Stiles didn’t fail to notice the small upturn of the corners of Derek’s mouth.
“Fuck my life!” Stiles squeaked out, burying his face in a pillow. “You guys are creeps! Seriously, how long did you stand outside my house, eavesdropping on private conversations?”
“Long enough to know that Danny and Mark aren’t the only rainbow troops in Beacon Hills,” Derek replied.
“Did you just call me a rainbow troop?” At Derek’s sly grin, Stiles collapsed back on his bed. He’d officially entered the twilight zone. “Oh my god, someone kill me.”
“I can’t kill you, with you being the sheriff’s son and what not, but I have the next best thing?” Mark replied, reaching into his book bag.
“A lifelong coma?” Stiles asked.
“Jack Daniels,” Mark said, pulling the amber liquid from his bag.
“My new best friend! Don’t tell Scott!” Stiles grabbed at the bottle and took a swig. The burn in his throat felt better than the burning on his red cheeks.
“You plan on sharing?” Lydia asked, reaching for the bottle.
Stiles immediately pulled it out of her reach. “It’s your fault I’m suicidal. Get your own.”
“I brought two more bottles,” Mark told her, tossing another bottle her way. “And a little herbal.”
“Cool!” Jackson responded, reaching for the bag of weed.
“No,” Derek growled. He tore the bag from Jackson’s fingers.
“It’s Pineapple Express,” Danny informed, shy smile on his lips.
“Just one,” Derek corrected. The others watched as he rolled the first one quite quickly and easily with shock on their faces. “I was a teenager once.”
“Dude, you’re 21, not 30,” Stiles replied grabbing a lighter. “I get first pull.”
“No fair!” Lydia growled. “You got your own bottle.”
“My house, my depression, my first dibs.” Stiles took a long drag, and then passed it to Allison. She pulled off it a little too hard and ended up in a coughing fit. Derek slapped her on her back and took the joint from her fingers.
“It’s gonna be a long night,” Derek said, taking a pull.
*Stiles had a totally bitching dad. When the sheriff got home, he found the seven drunk, high teens in Stiles’ bedroom, half the kitchen strewn across the floor. Lydia, Jackson, and Allison were tangled in a human knot on what appeared to be the good sheets and bed spreads, on the floor. Danny and Mark were lying wedged between the computer desk and the wall on the couch cushions. Stiles and who he was sure was Derek - even with his face buried in Stiles neck, it was apparent - were tangled up in the sheets on Stiles’ bed. He shook his head, stepped over the tangled limbs, and closed the blinds. He scooped up the empty Jack Daniels bottles, chip bags, and Froot Loops boxes and threw them into the waste basket in the hall. Derek’s head jerked up and his hair looked wild.
“Nugh gurlsh pumf?”
The sheriff took one look at the look on Derek’s face as what were supposed to be words tumbled from the younger man’s mouth, and laughed. Derek looked thoroughly confused and slightly mortified. He went to get up, but the sheriff held up a hand. “Don’t. You look comfy and you’ll wake Stiles. I don’t even want to begin to deal with that mess right now.”
“Huysh Nargh shrumg.”
The sheriff let out another chuckle as Derek stuck his tongue out and tried to get the feeling back in his tongue. “That’ll wear off after you’ve gotten some more rest. Pineapple Express will do that to you. Oh yeah, I know,” The sheriff said at Derek’s look. “I’m going to bed. Clean this up before you leave. Oh and Derek? Thanks.”
Yes. Stiles had one bitching dad.