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The blaring yet annoyingly familiar sound of his alarm clock going off wakes up Stiles. He's had probably the best sleep he's had in a very long time.
Okay, so maybe last night as a whole had some downs to it, but it also had some extremely high ups. The down being he had another nightmare. Currently Stiles doesn't even remember what it was about, but he knew it wasn't pleasant. The more confusing part of the night happened the second Stiles woke up from his nightmare to see half of his possessions flying around the room, creating a hurricane like whirlwind of papers, writing utensils and other some items (which are still laying, littered on Stiles' floor). The best part of the night, however, was after he had called over Derek Hale. The idea hadn't even crossed Stiles' mind at the time, but he was more than glad when Derek kissed him.
Reaching to his nightstand, Stiles forces the alarm off, then sitting up to look around his room. Derek had promised he would stay. The werewolf, sadly, is missing. The window is open so he must have left through that some time in the night.
Stiles has about two seconds to wonder when and where Derek left to, before there's a knock at his door. The door opens half an inch and Stiles' dad steps in after there is no scream of 'DAD GET OUT!'
"Feel free to sleep in some more," the Sheriff says. "There was a murder at the school last night, so you've got a long weekend ahead of you." He pauses, accidentally stepping on some paper that had been left on the ground from last night. "I better not find you and your friends trying to get in to the school and figure out what happened. That's my job, you hear? Since I've got to work to clean it all up. And tidy your room." The Sheriff's voice is warning, but there's no negativity towards Stiles; no harshness.
"You betcha!" Stiles gushes, grinning at his father, obviously excited for the day off of school. This means he can talk more with the pack about whatever the hell happened last night. And maybe even confront Derek too.
The Sheriff looks at his kid for a moment, smiles, and then leaves his room.
Stiles instantly goes to grab his phone. There are already a few texts from Scott, apologizing for not picking up the call last night (he'd been "sleeping") and informing Stiles of the now long weekend. He's about to text back a response when he hears a noise at the window. Pushing himself through the window frame is Derek.
"I heard your father talking to someone on the phone and mentioned coming up to talk to you so I left until he was gone," explains Derek quickly so Stiles wouldn't jump him with questions about his disappearance.
Stiles ignores the warm heat on his face at the sight of Derek, as the memories of their kiss flashes again in front of his eyes. "S-school's out. We get a long weekend. Apparently there has been a murder at the school. Another one. Y'know, again? Not sure if it's something related to our little group or not, but most exciting things that happen around here are, so... We'll probably check it out later. I was planning on going to Scott's. I swear, he's not going to believe a thing I say about what happened last night. Do you wanna tag along? I think we could use you there, especially if we're going to go check out the murder later."
The sigh Derek releases is small and quiet. "I think," Derek says after a moment, making Stiles put a stop to his rambling. "That you should take your ADHD meds first. Then, we have a little conversation about the other thing that happened last night. And then, go to McCall's."
The young human nods. "Yeah," he breathes out. "I'm gonna change too." Stiles stands up out of his bed and navigates his way through the thin layer of stuff on his floor. He grabs some clothes, feeling Derek's eyes on his back, and goes to the bathroom for his Adderall and to change.
Uncapping the bottle of meds, Stiles thinks to himself in the bathroom. He has a tendency to overthink things and he sure is going to overthink this.
What does Derek want to talk about when concerning their kiss? Did he only do it to calm Stiles down or was it genuine? It couldn't have been genuine, could it have? Derek has shown practically no hints that he likes Stiles. And sure, the man has basically no facial expressions besides a glare and a brooding face. But he has to have emotions right? He wasn't born without the ability to love, right? Right??
Stiles doesn't even notice that he's been changing into his actual clothes and has already swallowed his meds for the day. When he does, he looks up at the bathroom mirror to see himself. He looks tired, perhaps even a bit pale.
"I'm heading out!" Stiles' dad calls from downstairs. "If you do cause trouble, I better not find out about it!"
The younger Stilinski chuckles to himself. If only his dad knew... Now dressed and ready for the day, Stiles heads back to his room. Derek is waiting there for him, arms crossed and standing up in the brooding-like manner he's always in.
"So!" Stiles starts, sitting down at his desk rather than on his bed. "Serious chat time. You wanna start? Because I have no idea which direction you're about to take this in."
Derek grunts a yes. "Based on the fact that most werewolves' shifts are caused by emotions, I thought it would be the same for you when... doing that. Since you were still recovering from your panic attack, I thought the quickest and strongest emotion of your... uh, current state could be accessed that way..." He trails off.
Stiles stares at him. A few times, he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. When he does manage to speak, his voice is hesitant with a small hint of fear. Fear of rejection and embarrassment because from what it sounds like, Derek only kissed him to stop the objects from flying around.
"But was it real?" Stiles asks slowly. "The-the kiss, was there any genuine, actual emotion behind that or was it just so everything around us would stop?" Fear builds up more as he speaks. He's scared to hear the answer. And that shows when the bedroom lights flicker on and then off a couple of times, without anyone flipping the switch.
The werewolf is silent for a few moments. "Yes, Stiles. The kiss was real. It may have been to stop whatever force that was controlling the objects and making them float. But it there was also genuine, actual emotion behind it. It was real."
Stiles lets out a small sign of relief. "Then does that mean... you'd want to go out for dinner sometime? It doesn't have to be dinner but—" he cuts himself off from going on and rambling when Derek nods his head.
"Yeah. That would be..... nice."
Smooth, Stilinski, smooth.
Stiles can't stop the excited grin that appears on his face when Derek agrees. "Awesome!" The grin quickly fades, however, when Stiles remembers there's still plenty to do before he and Derek can have a chance to go out together. "I should probably call Scott, tell him we're coming over." Stiles stands up to get his phone. He stops halfway on his journey to retrieve his phone to look at Derek. "You'll back me up on the magic thing, right? He might not believe it if it's just me."
There's the smallest, tiniest hint of amusement on Derek's face when he says he'll back Stiles up.
"Scott, hey!" Stiles greets when his friend picks up the other line of the call. "So I'm with Derek right now. And this is one of the very few occasions where neither of us are on the brink of death. At least, that I'm aware of." He shoots Derek a glance, 98% jokingly, to make sure the werewolf isn't dying. "Is it cool if we drop by? Some crazy shit happened last night, that I swear you won't believe. But still, you have to hear about it."
It takes little to no convincing for Scott to give the pair permission to come over. Of course, they both don't need permission, but Mrs McCall has yelled at Stiles enough times that he probably should start calling ahead.
"Cool, we'll see you in a bit, Scotty."