Perfectly imperfect

Suprising

*stiles

I walk past Derek who is apparently my new baby sitter, woohoo. My parents weren't anywhere in sight but I didn't expect any different.

I jump in the all to familiar private car that my parents owned. And look out the window, I needed to focus and show that I was ok, maybe then Derek would leave me alone and my parents would let me stay alone.

Derek slide in the seat next to me, I could tell he was watching me.

I look at him and he smiles kindly and I just roll my eyes before grabbing the aux cord and turning on YUNGBLUD as loud as I could.

I was just looking out the window listening to one of my favorites, original me, when I heard someone singing along lightly.

My head whips around to see derek singing along. I thought he wouldn't like it, huh.

"You listen to YUNGBLUD?"

"Yeah one of my favorites actually, I've been to a few of his concerts."

"Cool, I wanted to last year but things came up,"

I look down trying to push the thoughts of him out of my head. I shudder and just shut everything out, laying my head on the chair and closing my eyes.

I must of fallen asleep because I wake up to Derek slightly shaking me. I notice his eyes, originally I thought they were just green but they have some hazel and blue tints, hows that even possible.

"Stop shaking me before you give me whip lash," I growl.

"I wasn't even shaking you that hard," he mumbled.

I hop out of the car moving to the back to grab my bag, and then I follow derek to the pent house.

"This is your room, mines just right next door if you need me, are you hungry? I could fix you something." Derek says sweetly.

It's going to be hard to get him to quite if he's this nice. It's so infuriating.

"Um sure," I say lazily walking into my room to find all of my stuff.

I look through my drawers and find my favorite black pleated skirt and smile. It's been awhile since I've gotten to be me, but with my parents gone who could stop me.

I even had my trunk that was full of makeup.

*derek

I knew stiles was trying to push me away, possible trying to make me mad, but I rarely get mad so he's going to have a tough time.

I asked him if he wanted something to eat and he did, so I was going to make some chicken and noodle soup from my moms homemade recipe, maybe he would warm up to me.

Seriously Derek your trying to win him over with food?

Once stiles was in his room he closed the door. And I heard him unpacking his Louis Vuitton duffel bag.

The soup was almost ready when stiles walked out in the shortest black pleated skirt with black knee high socks, a tied band tee shirt with a black jean jacket, he was wearing the tallest pair of platform creepers.

He had on a black wig and makeup.

My mouth dropped open, before I clamped it shut. I just stared at him while he came into the kitchen.

He spun around the kitchen before getting cheese it's out of the pantry.

I snatch them out of his hands, "the soups almost ready."

He started to pouts and dramatically plopped on the barstool at the island.

I don't know why but I keep peeking over at stiles, he was different than I expected, a good different.