Stiles flinched at the glare. “God damn it, Derek, stop glaring at me,” he snapped, frowning and attempting a glare back at him. It didn’t look half as good as Derek’s but hey, at least he tried. “Besides, you’re too much of a dog for me not to call you that.”
“Oh, of course, especially if you’re paying every time,” he replied, shaking his head and grinning back slyly at him. Impishly, even. Dinner with Derek was. . nice. It was different from dinner with his dad, or dinner when he and Scott and Allison went out. With his dad. . he had to watch everything he ordered, or what he was eating. With Scott and Allison, well. . Scott ignored him, most of the time. In favor of Allison, of course.
“I’m guessing we’re almost ready to go home?” He prompted, raising an eyebrow as he shoved the rest of his curly fries into his mouth, grinning around them.
Stiles’ attempt on glaring back at him was almost cute. Derek frowned at him and breathed out through his nose audibly. “I am not a dog. I am a wolf.”
There’s a difference..
“Excuse me? What makes you think I’m going to pay for your food from now on? You have a father who is supposed to do that.” he replied a bit grumpily although he wasn’t really offended or mad. For a moment he allowed himself to imagine how actually having dinner with Stiles could be like. Maybe Stiles wasn’t the best conversational partner - but to be honest, he wasn’t either - and pretty much everything was better than being alone all the time.
Derek nodded and got up. “We are.” he said and waited for Stiles to hastily finish his curly fries (or take them with him, whatever). They left the diner again and went back to Derek’s car and got in.
“You are alright again now.. right?” Derek asked, looking over at Stiles before starting the car.
There’s not much to say about Derek and me. We’ve always been kind of an ‘unfortunate duo’, as he likes to say. I know he gets easily annoyed by my non-stop rambling and hyperactive self but he still likes me. It’s still pretty strange to me, all this, considering the beginning when he slammed my head in the steering wheel of my car, just to bring an example. Then again, I guess we always kinda looked out for each other, saved each other. It kind of took a while for both of us to realize that there is more. But yeah, we just have a connection.