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Stiles chugged down the last sip of his whiskey. His dad was at the police station sorting out a criminal, so stiles had decided to have a small drink, knowing his dad wouldn't be back till late. This may not have been the best idea, as two whiskeys and three beers later, stiles was puking his guts up. He rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash, leaving a minty smell behind, then looked up into the mirror. The alcohol had hit him hard, dilating his pupils and producing a pink blush on his cheeks. Stiles turned to leave the bathroom, steadying himself by leaning against the cold wall. He entered his room and slumped into his chair which creaked at the sudden heaviness. Stiles sighed.
He scrolled through the contacts on his phone. He only wanted one person right now, one person to cure his loneliness. He fumbled his fingers pressing the call button and brought the phone up to his ear. The ringing went unanswered for a few seconds until stiles heard a click on the other side. "Stiles? what do you want?" a male voice answered. "Y-you to come over. Like nowww." Stiles heard a sound on the other side. "...are you drunk?" the male asked with a slight chuckle. "noo!" Stiles laughed. "seriously..." "yeh I'm drunk okaay, jus come over pleease?" stiles begged. There was a long pause. "ugh okay." Then he hung up, leaving Stiles smiling to himself with relief.
Five long minutes later Stiles heard a car pull up on the road opposite his house. He looked through the window and saw a figure walking towards his house in the dark. Stiles stumbled to the top of his stairs and sat down at the top of them. He lowered himself down them one by one, not wanting to fall down. When he got to the bottom he hung onto the stair-rail and pulled himself up, just in time to hear three loud knocks on his front door. Stiles waddled over and unlocked the wooden door, peeping through a small gap. He smiled to himself before opening the door completely. The cold November breeze raised bumps on Stiles' warm skin and he shivered. "Derek." Stiles grinned as he spoke. He scanned his eyes down Derek. He was wearing slim, dark blue jeans, with a light grey top and black leather jacket. Derek always looks good. Stiles thought to himself.
"so are going to let me inside or?.." Stiles was still smiling, holding onto the door handle. "uh yehhh of course come on in!" stiles answered enthusiastically. Derek strolled through the doorway, his lips curling up at the edges. He was trying to hide his smirk at the sight of Stiles drunk. "let's go the stairs..upstairs." Stiles corrected himself looking slightly embarrassed. Derek let out a heavy breath of air, trying not to laugh at Stiles. "sure uh..do you need some..help?" he asked as he watched stiles start to warily climb the stairs, hugging his body to the stair-rail. "pfft. nahh 's cool I got thiss!" He trips on the next step, and falls forward throwing his arms on the steps in front of him. Derek laughs and steps up to Stiles to pull him up from under his armpits. "I think you do." Derek pushes stiles up the remaining steps, his palms spread across the younger boys back. They finally enter stiles' bedroom.