Stiles pov
Well I didn't expect that to be the first thing I would do when I got home..
I throw away all evidence of my.. Sin.
Washing my hands I look up to the mirror, my face is a bunch of different shades of red-
I turn the nob to cold and wait for the water to turn cold with it, I splash the cool water on my burning cheeks then dry of my face with the hand towel. The red colour fades a little but my cheeks are still noticeably pink.
Who cares.
I drop the hand towel back down and open the door, I step out into the hall and the sound of the tv downstairs comes into my hearing range.
I trot downstairs, the tv and couch come into my vision-
The back of Derek's head as well.
Before my cheeks become any redder I quickly walk over to my father.
"Heyya dadda, wha'cha making for dinner" I lean against the counter and stare intensely at my father
"Stop speaking like that"
Is all my father says, I hear a small snicker from Derek.
"Uhm- what do you mean" I gulp down the sarcastic remark I could have slapped Derek in the face with
"Wha'cha , dadda, and Heyya- don't say those words, again" My father cuts a carrot with the sharpest knife we have,
I suck my teeth, scoffing as I head over to Derek.
"Move over" I sway my arms around as I speak to Derek, keeping my eyes away from him and on the tv
He moves over right after I ask- he seems very focused on the tv..
I sit- the couch bounces and I fall into Dereks.. Uhm- lap. right.. I forgot my couch is broken, And if I sit with someone heavier then me- well I will almost always end up in there lap.
My hands are on Dereks leg, my face, let's just say - way to close - to Dereks... Zipper.
I hear Derek take a sharp breath, bending my elbows I push off him and lean against the arm of the couch.
Why God!!
Derek pov
I can hear Stiles walking down stairs, the sudden images of him in the bathroom flash into my mind, I cut them off my staring at the bright colourful tv.
"Heyya dadda, wha'cha doing"
"Stop speaking like that"
Over hearing there conversation I can't help chuckle, Stiles says something else but I drown it out by turning the tv up loader.
My focus souly on the tv Intel Stiles voice comes from beside the couch
"Move over" Stiles hand sways around in the corner of my eye
I keep my eyes on the tv while I move over to almost the edge of the couch.
Stiles weight is pushed on the couch, but is soon lifted and pushed onto my leg.
Taking a sharp breath I stare down at Stiles head.
A rush, a rush I thought I'd never feel for stiles suddenly takes over my whole body
Hehe, Stiles and Derek are starting to liiike each other
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The fire that started it all
RomanceStiles sees Derek with Scott a lot, he has also hung out with Scott and Derek just happens to be there, but truthfully Stiles never liked it when Derek was there, he was dam scary. Stiles never had an interest in Derek, not even a little. Intel one...
