The Preserve, Monday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

In Derek's defense, he had noticed an increase of energy today. But he'd assumed it was the sort of restlessness that came along with the season change.

Because he made poor life choices.

Like dragging Stiles' idiot self out running this week. Poor, poor choices. You'd think he would have learned from that singing day.

Derek stood still, listening for anything happening nearby. Because teal deer were a nuisance. Also, he was waiting for Stiles to catch up.

[for the modded slowpoke]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, but that was all sans... happy.

"If you stopped flinging yourself at the ground it would work." Guys. Take a step back and stop trying to reinact Twilight.

[robinonadderall]

The moving was so not happening right now. Stiles blamed Derek for looking good even when he was sweaty.

"I do not fling myself to the ground," Stiles said. "I'm just not all graceful and crap like you are."

[justlurkinghere]

"Then pay more attention." Yeah, you tell him, Derek.

Derek? Derek, boo? Derek, stop staring at things.

[robinonadderall]

"I was paying attention!" To Derek's ass. Now Stiles was paying attention to his eyes because looking at Derek's mouth or body in proximity to himself seemed like a bad idea.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, they were the sort of color fan girls fought over. You could get lost in them.

When they weren't glaring.

"Not to that!" He was just assuming you were thinking about this Lydia person who he harbored no resentment toward at all. Honestly.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, don't tell me what I was or wasn't paying attention to," he said, giving Derek's arm a shove. Better than admitting what he was thinking about.

[justlurkinghere]

Whoa now. Whoa. With the bossing Derek around in a forceful manner.

And the... Derek lost his train of thought somewhere along the way, taking a step back as he looked down at his arm. Stiles, this was cheating.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. Jeez, he was so unappealing Derek looked like he was going to vomit just from Stiles touching his arm. "You're right, this was a bad idea."

He walked past Derek, purposely knocking his shoulder into him as he went by before mumbling, "You should have just jogged with Ms. Day instead."

[justlurkinghere]

Wait, who now?

But this was good. Yes. Stiles made at him during this torture meant Stiles staying away from him as well. This was all going according to his master plan that had only just sprung into existence.

Good, good.

Derek huffed in annoyance anyway, watching him stomp off.