IHoP on the Mainland, Monday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Tomorrow was Stiles' eighteenth birthday, which meant Derek was taking him out to dinner tonight. So that he could spend tomorrow with his dad and Scott.

Aren't you glad Derek was in contact with the Sheriff, Stiles? Aren't you?

Derek put the sensible, highy safety rated car into park and stared at the windshield. "Do you want your gift now or inside?"

[[For the guy with him]]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"What about Lydia and Allison?"

[justlurkinghere]

"...you talked to them about us?"

[robinonadderall]

"Um duh. What else am I supposed to talk to them about?" He couldn't join in on the conversation about fashion or knives!

[justlurkinghere]

"Things?" Okay, he didn't have a good answer for it. "They were okay with us?"

[robinonadderall]

"Of course, why wouldn't they be?" Sure, Allison thought their own Derek was sort of a butthead, but she could separate the two in her mind. "They want me to be happy."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave him a look that was overly pleased by the fact that Stiles was saying he made him happy.

Because he was easy to please like that.

[robinonadderall]

Which of course meant that Stiles gave him a pleased look in return. "Yeah, yeah you make me happy. Like you didn't already know that."

[justlurkinghere]

"It's different when you say it."

[robinonadderall]

"You're such a sap." And Stiles was falling for the whole sappy thing, hard. Don't make him think about the L-word in public, Derek, that was just rude.

[justlurkinghere]

He was a rude guy like that, Stiles. Rude.

"Eat your dinner." THEY WERE JUST TOO SCHMOOPY FOR WORDS.