[ The "oh my god" that slips out of his mouth is definitely not actually supposed to, but he can't help it. This stupid crush on Derek has reached Lydia like proportions, and Stiles has the distinct feeling that it's only going to get worse over time.

But if Derek doesn't return the favor, then so be it. Stiles is damn good at the pining game.

His smile shifts up to something lopsided as he looks at him, a little bit of unbridled affection in his brown eyes before the compliment registers and the flush on his cheeks darkens a little. ] It's my parent teacher conference outfit.

[ A hand comes up, waves a little like he's trying to dissipate it, don't be ridiculous, he doesn't know what you're talking about. Stiles pauses and looks at him, though, mid gesture, then holds up a finger, only to stumble back into the apartment. He returns a couple of seconds later holding a round tin full of thumbprint cookies in a bunch of different colors and flavors.

Then, he shoots him a little more of a stupid grin, nodding at Derek, and rests the tin on his cocked hip.

God he still looks stupidly attractive--Stiles wants to fist his fingers in that sweater. This is the worst. ] Yeah, didn't want to go to the sharks without the chum first. Let's go.

[ He's not a plus one. He was invited too. That's just all he needs to keep repeating to himself. ]