Remember When It Was Abandoned And Creepy Mansion, Saturday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was still maintaining his mature response to Stiles of avoidance and surly looks. Because that would totally make things better before college started. Honestly.

He was in the kitchen, aggressively mixing things to bake. Though eating raw cookie dough was more likely to happen in this mood.

Because cookie dough.

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[robinonadderall]

They really probably should have had the foresight to realize how incredibly stupid it was to pretty much live together so early in a relationship. It made flouncing so much harder when they got into stupid fights. Maybe things would loosen up a little when Stiles went to college.

Still, Stiles would rather not spend his last three weeks here avoiding Derek completely so he made his way to the kitchen to stand there awkwardly. He was prepared to either fight again or have make up sex. Or both. He was prepared for whatever would happen.

Or at least he thought he was prepared.

[newroutines]

"The fuck did that dough ever do to you?" Mike wondered as he wondered into the kitchen.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know. But he wanted some juice, so.

[justlurkinghere]

Excuse you, they were perfectly capable of more avoidance. It was a skill.

Derek looked over at the awkward standing, slightly slowing the whole angry baking thing down.

[justlurkinghere]

So yeah.

"Does it matter?"

[newroutines]

"Nope," Mike decided, heading for the fridge. Even held up both his hands. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's none of my business."

[robinonadderall]

"What are you making?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Cookies." They couldn't possibly argue about cookies, right?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shrugged one shoulder, deeming the dough mixed enough to eat some of. Still aggressively.

It was a talent.

[robinonadderall]

They could probably figure out a way.

"Oh." Yeah, it was sort of obvious now that Stiles was actually looking at something other than Derek. "You bake a lot when you're pissed, did you know that?"

[justlurkinghere]

"No I don't." He totally did. He was a stress baker.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, you do."

[newroutines]

Such skill.

Mike shook his head and went to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

[justlurkinghere]

Shut up, past series of events that proved Stiles correct.

"I wanted cookies."

[justlurkinghere]

It really was.

"What?"

[newroutines]

"Nothing," Mike said, over his glass of juice. "Just afraid you're going to, I don't know, break something. Either in your body or in my kitchen."

[justlurkinghere]

"Why would I break the kitchen?" He liked the kitchen. He was going to keep this kitchen, damn it.

[robinonadderall]

"You might want to stop eating the dough then," he pointed out.

[justlurkinghere]

HE'D DO WHAT HE WANTED.

"There's enough."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. It's not like he really cared how much cookie dough Derek ate.

"Did you want to talk?"

[newroutines]

"Because you're pissed off."

He was aware that people could tell, right? Mike was pretty sure he should have been.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek's eyebrows went up at that. He leaned back, disbelief in the entirety of his body language. "Do you?"

[justlurkinghere]

"And what? I can't control myself when I'm angry?" Derek snapped.

[robinonadderall]

"I don't want to spend the next twenty days fighting." Yep. That's how long they had left.

[justlurkinghere]

...rude with that small number.

"Well, talk then."

[robinonadderall]

"I thought we already established we're not going to resolve the whole me and Beacon Hills issue," he said. "So why do we keep fighting about it?"