Chapter Thirteen

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So here are some things about Derek's band Unknown Artist:
They started out when they were all sixteen.
Derek, Erica, and Isaac are all best friends but they met Jackson at school.
Erica's is the lead singer, Derek plays bass, Jackson plays drums, and Isaac is lead guitarist.
Jackson and Erica used to date, but they're still friends.
They're rivals with One Direction, it's more of friendship rivally since Isaac and Louis Tomlinson hooked up once and Louis never called him back.
Their music is Punk Rock.

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Stiles is picking at his shirt while
Deaton talks to Derek about something, and he's not really paying
attention to either of them at the moment. "Stiles?" Deaton says
after a minute, and Stiles looks at up him while trying to pull a
string off of his shirt that still attached. "I asked if things
were going better with you and Derek?" Deaton asks, and Stiles
smiles as he nods his head. Derek watches him while he answers.

"Yeah. We're getting along
better." Stiles says, and he leaves out the part where they haven't
stopped sleeping together. Stiles was lying when he says it was a one
time thing, it's been about a ten time thing since last week, and he
doesn't know what to say to that. "We're getting along." Stiles
repeats, lamely. Derek chuckles as he moves to sit just a little
closer to Stiles, and Stiles hums as he tries not to blush. He's
still not used to Derek being so close to him and nice to him, but he
likes it.

"That's good. Marriage is work,
but it's worth it in the end." Deaton tells him, and Stiles nods
his head while moving to smile at him. They're out of time and Stiles
just wants to leave as soon as he can so he can go back to the loft
or maybe go to the library. He really has too much free time on his
hands now that he doesn't have to work on his doctorate anymore. He
gets bored easily now, but Derek's been helping him.

"Yes,well, thank you. We'll see
you next week." Stiles tells Deaton, and the doctor nods at them
while Stiles moves to go to the bathroom before they go. Stiles hears
Derek follow after him, and he hums to himself while he moves to wash
his hands after he relives himself. Derek is leaning against the sink
while he watches him, and Stiles turns to look at him. "Ready?"
Stiles asks, and Derek nods his head before he moves to crowd Stiles
to the sink. Stiles gives him a curious look before Derek kisses him,
and Stiles smiles some before he kisses him back.

Derek smiles as he picks Stiles up
to push him against the wall, and Stiles groans as he wraps his legs
around Derek's waist while he kisses him back. Derek rolls his tongue
against Stiles', and kneads his hands into Stiles' jean covered ass
making him moan again. "Please take this elsewhere." Deaton says,
opening the bathroom door. Stiles blushes while he moves to get on
his own feet before straightening his shirt, and he looks away from
Derek while walking past Deaton. He mumbles an apology to the doctor
before he waits for Derek, and Derek doesn't seemed to be bothered by
it.

"I can't believe that we did
that." Stiles says, and Derek rolls his eyes as he opens the door for Stiles.

"We were just making out. I mean
I was going to try to blow you, but the doctor ruined that." Derek
says, and Stiles rolls his eyes as he walks towards the car. Derek
chuckles as they turn the corner, and Stiles gasps when he sees that
their car is surrounded by paparazzi. "Stay near me." Derek tells him, and Stiles doesn't like this. He hates the paparazzi, why can't they leave him alone, and he moves closer to Derek.

"Stiles, what's the relationship between you and Jackson?"

"Derek! Derek! Derek!"

"Are you aware what Louis Tomlinson is saying on Twitter about UA?"

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