Flirt Responsibly

Dinner

Stiles changed his shirt no less than three times before settling on a simple button down over a black tee. He didn't know why he was so nervous. So what Derek was going to be there. It wasn't like it was a date. In fact it very much wasn't a date, since their sisters were going to be there as well.

"You ready, Stiles?" Jennifer knocked on his door.

"Yeah, coming," Stiles yelled from his bathroom. He gave himself another once over before deciding he was putting way too much effort into someone who didn't even like him back.

"Whoa, you look nice," Jen smirked at Stiles when he stepped out of his room.

"Too nice?" Stiles panicked.

"No, it's just...you don't normally change clothes when we go out."

Stiles scoffed at her, "Yes I do."

Jen narrowed her eyes but didn't argue. "Paige is downstairs."

-

"Derek, come on," Cora huffed from the bottom of the stairs. Derek was still in his room getting ready.

"I'm right here, chill out," Derek walked around the corner then. He was in a nice Henley and black jeans.

"Did you change?" Cora frowned.

"Yeah, we're going to dinner."

Cora raised a brow and smirked. "You know it's not a date, right?" she teased.

"I'm sorry is it a requirement that I can only look nice on dates?"

"Whatever," Cora put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Ooh, Derek which Stilinski are you trying to impress?" Talia smiled at her son as he and Cora stepped into the kitchen.

"What? No one," Derek answered a little too quickly.

"Is it Paige? She's such a pretty girl," Talia gushed.

"I bet it's that spastic kid, Stine, Stan..." Derek's dad pondered thoughtfully.

"Oh Stiles," Talia cooed.

"Stiles, that's the one. I always did like him," Joseph snapped his fingers.

"You didn't even know his name," Cora rolled her eyes.

"It's an unusual name," Joseph waved a dismissive hand.

"It better not be Jen, she's taken," Laura piped in, keys hanging from her finger, "Ready?"

"I'm not trying to impress anyone," Derek groaned.

"You and Stiles would be cute together though," Cora poked Derek's cheek.

"Stop it," he swatted her hand away.

He did his best to hide the blush he was sure he was sporting. All he had to do now was get through dinner without embarrassing himself any further.

-

Stiles fidgeted nervously in his seat. He'd text Scott letting him know that'd he'd be late video chatting that night cause of dinner and he was now blowing up his phone for details.

"Do your sisters know you like him? Does he like you back? What's he wearing?"

Stiles rolled his eyes at his best friend's texts. "Paige knows. And no, I'm pretty sure he likes Jen...I can't decide. And he's not here yet."

"Let me know how it goes."

Stiles didn't respond because the Hale's walked in.

Stiles would normally have noticed the fact that two gorgeous girls just walked in especially when they looked like Cora and Laura did. But Stiles' eyes fell to Derek. He looked stunning. The dark red Henley fit Derek's shoulders nicely and the jeans he was wearing looked tighter than necessary. Stiles couldn't help but stare.