Yyyeah. I teach their kids, I don't need their wrath incited on me for another reason. I mean, I've already gotta sugarcoat the conferences for the host. [ Picking up the cookies proper, Stiles slips out under Derek's arm and heads down the stairs of his brownstone, making his way out to his car. It feels natural, just to be walking around with him like this--hell, to be going to some kind of party with him, really--and even if they're just as friends, it's still kind of nice. Stiles has his friends, but most of them through Scott.
But Derek--Derek's different. They argue and banter and fight over everything, but it's settled into a rhythm that pulsates through every one of his actions, finds it's way into his heartbeat and settles there.
He leans on the window of the Cruiser while he waits, raises his eyebrows at Derek and grins at him as he comes closer. God only knows how this is going to go--he likes most of the ladies, even if he spends most of his time gravitating naturally towards Derek whenever they hang out with them. They mother over him as much as they do over Stiles, and honestly, it's--kind of hilarious to watch. ]
stupid distracting anchorman i want stereks
But Derek--Derek's different. They argue and banter and fight over everything, but it's settled into a rhythm that pulsates through every one of his actions, finds it's way into his heartbeat and settles there.
He leans on the window of the Cruiser while he waits, raises his eyebrows at Derek and grins at him as he comes closer. God only knows how this is going to go--he likes most of the ladies, even if he spends most of his time gravitating naturally towards Derek whenever they hang out with them. They mother over him as much as they do over Stiles, and honestly, it's--kind of hilarious to watch. ]