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„Seriously? He’s coming with us?“ Derek asked in disbelief.
Scott sighed. He should have expected something like this was going to happen.
„He’s the Sheriff’s son, trust me, it’s good to have him around. He saved my ass many times before!” It was true, Stiles helped him get out of some serious mess in the past. Besides, he didn’t want to ditch his best friend like that. He knew how much Stiles loved mysteries and always wanted to investigate everything, including his dad’s cases, no matter how many times it got him in trouble.
“Yeah, before, when you weren’t a werewolf yet. Now you can save your own ass.” Derek growled.
“He can still be helpful!” Scott started protesting, but the look on Derek’s face quickly shut him up.
“So, you really thought that bringing him is going to help somehow and won’t slow us down, and that this piece of crap jeep is a better choice than my car, which is actually fast and reliable?”
“Hey, don’t insult my jeep like that!” Stiles started defending his beloved car immediately. “It never let me down, actually, I always got where I needed and- “
“Shut up.” Derek said simply.
“Okay, Jesus… Can you just get in, please?” Stiles asked the older male impatiently.
“Come on, Derek. It’s gonna be fine. Having someone else drive us around can actually be an advantage.” Said Scott. He was trying to make things good before either of the two will get a chance to start arguing for real. There was a possibility of something like that happening, since they were both very prideful.
Derek huffed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t say anything though and finally entered the vehicle.
It was already dark by the time they arrived. The three of them agreed on staying in a small, cheap motel a few miles away from the city. They didn’t need anything luxurious anyways, and if something went wrong, at least no one would be able to track them down that easily. No one will ask them for any personal information in a tiny, no-name motel. They won’t leave a trace.
The old lady inside reached behind her and gave them the last key that was hanging on the wall. Apparently, there was only one room left. They went upstairs, looking for their room. It didn’t take long; the motel was super small. They were all tired and looking forward to some well-deserved rest. Especially Stiles, who has been driving the whole day. When Scott unlocked the door and they all walked in though, there was an unpleasant surprise awaiting them – there were only two single beds in the room. And there was nothing they could do about it. This was the last free room in this motel, and they were all too tired to go look for another place to stay.
“That’s fine, we can share a bed, right, Stiles?” Scott said quickly. Derek was already pretty butthurt about Stiles going with them, so Scott wanted to solve this little problem before Derek would start complaining again. He knew exactly what he would say: ‘If Stiles didn’t come with us, we wouldn’t have to deal with this, blah blah.’
“Yea… Yea, sure,” Stiles nodded when he saw the look on his best friend’s face. It said, ‘cooperate and don’t piss him off’.
“Just like when we were younger, remember all the sleepovers we had together?” Scott laughed and walked over to one of the beds.
“Yep,” Stiles nodded and threw his bag on the bed. “Good times.”
“Oww!” Stiles howled when he got kicked by Scott for like the fifth time. Many muffled sounds were coming from the bed where Scott and Stiles were sleeping. And constant rustling of the bed sheets, with occasional creaking of the bed.
“Oh, come on, you can’t keep the blanket to yourself, I’m gonna be cold,” Stiles complained. Neither of them realized that it’s been quite some time since they were having these sleepovers and it won’t be that easy anymore, considering how much they’ve grown.
“Scott? Scotty?” Stiles called, but there was no response. Scott managed to fall asleep as soon as he lied down and now Stiles had to deal with the fact that Scott was taking up most of the space, while he was nearly falling off of the bed.
“Come on, we have to do something about this, I can’t sleep like that,” He whined.
“And you better do it asap, because I can’t sleep here either with you constantly yelling.” An annoyed voice said, coming from the direction of the other bed.
“Really? Really?! I’m here being kicked and elbowed the whole time, he’s stealing my blanket and his arm – goddamnit – is in my face right now, but you’re complaining?!” Stiles whispered angrily.
“But you know what? I actually think I just came up with the perfect solution,” he said and got out of the bed.
Stiles made his way across the room, stomping furiously. He threw himself onto the other bed, next to Derek. Then he turned his back towards the sourwolf and quickly tucked himself in. He immediately regretted his decision.
‘He’s gonna kill me… God he’s gonna kill me.’ He thought.
Fortunately, Derek was too stunned to even say something. He definitely didn’t expect anything like this. When he recovered from the initial shock, he smirked. Stiles reeked of anxiety and nervousness. Served him right.
Despite the high amounts of stress Stiles was currently going through, he felt the tension slowly leave his body. His eyelids were getting heavier. The wolfman behind him was lying still, wasn’t hitting him by mistake every few seconds nor did he try to steal his blanket. It was calm and warm and before Stiles knew, he fell asleep.