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Stiles switched off the tv and sighed.
He just watched another episode of MTV's Catfish. With everynew episode he watched, he got worried more and more.
He has been chatting with a a guy on facebook for a year now and even though they have been talking on the phone recently, he was scared of being a catfish's victim.
He got up and walked over to his kitchen and opened the refrigerator. At that moment his phone rang. He got it out of his pocket and answered the call.
"Hey buddy," Stiles said, putting Derek on speaker.
The two of them talked at least two times a week with each other over the phone.
"How was work?" Derek asked Stiles afer greeting him back.
"Terrible. As usual. I hate being with so many people," Stiles said, sighed and filled a glass with some milk and put some cookies on a plate before heading back to the living room.
"I told you to look for another job that suits you more."
Stiles laughed a bit,"That's not as easy as you think."
Derek sight.
"And how was your day?" Stiles asked, before Derek would try to convince him to get rid oft that stupid job again. They've discussed that topic already a few times but Stiles always told Derek that he's doing fine even though he isn't.
"Good, but I got stuck in traffic again this morning."
Stiles laughed,"Livingin San Fransico must be heard."
"I got to hang up now. Call you later again, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Stiles said before both of them ended the call.
Stiles' heart was racing and he could feel himself blush as he thought about Derek stuck in a car on his way to work. This would be a great opportunity for an early morning make out in public. Stiles got that thought out of his head and ate his cookies and gulped them down with the milk.
He didn't remember when the last time was when he got on a walk other way than going to work or back home. He got up again, put the glass and the plate in the sink, slipped on his shoes and a jacket and got out of the house, after grabbing his keys, his phone and his headphones. He put them on and turned his music on full volume.
His hands deep in his jacket pockets, Stiles started to walk. It was never actually too cold in California but right now Stiles just felt like being wrapped up in a warm jacket, that kept him safe.
Soon he reached the Third Street Promenade. Toursits were walking around, searching for a nice restaurant or other things. Typical toursitic stuff. Stiles just kept on walking until he reached the big mall at the end of the street. He decided to take a picture for Derek as he saw that the sun was about to set.
Stiles pulled out his phone and made a few pictures before heading back home.
When he got home, Stiles got out of his jacket and shoes, going into the kitchen to create something like a prober meal. In the end he ended up with noodles and a simple souce.
Just after he finished his meal, Derek called him again.
"Mr Hale, hey," Stiles happily said as he put his dirty plate in the sink, followed by a fork.
"You were on a walk," Derek said.
"Yes, apparently. I thought it was a good idea since I never leave the house for work or to go shopping. Fresh air is healthy, right Mr Hale?" Stiles chuckled a bit.
"Can you please stop calling me that. It makes me feel old."
"Because you are old," Stiles replied and chuckled again.
Derek sight and said,"I'm only a few years older than you."
"a few years are a few years, Derek." Stiles walked into the living room, putting Derek on speaker and sitting down on his sofa and switching on the tv.
"What are you doing right now?" Stiles asked.
"I'm in bed, doing some work," Derek answered. Stiles could hear him going through some papers.
"You're doing work while talking to me? Shame on you, Mr Hale." Stiles heard Derek groan.
"I can't do it when I'm asleep right? And I didn' want to go to bed before talking to you. So I combined both."
Stiles actually blushed at that. Sometimes there was hope rising inside of him. Especially in situations like this.
"But tomorrow is Saturday so you don't have to finish your work 'til tomorrow so quit it and tell me about your plany for the weekend," Stiles tried again.
Derek sighed again. "Okay, I'm putting my work away and tell you my plans for the weekend."
"Yes!" Stiles rose his fist into the air in victory.
Again, he could hear the sound of papers being moved and then he could hear Derek lay back on his bed.
"Before I start with my super exciting weekend plans, why aren't you in bed yet? I know that you don't work on the weekend but normally you're about to be asleep at that time."
Wow. Stiles wasn't aware of Derek knowing so much about his habits.
"Well, I need to finish a tv show and I'm only in season 3. So this is how I'm going to spent my precious weekend."
"My weekend will consist of working out and doing my actuall work."
Stiles groaned. "You're always talking about your work. Do you have any other things on your mind?"
Secretly, Stiles hoped that he was on Derek's mind but that was just rediculous.
"No, not really." Derek started to sound a bit sleepy. "I'm going to hang up now. Good night, Stiles."
"Good night, Mr Hale," Stiles said with a grin and ended the call.
He started the next episode of Catfish and put his laptop on his lap and started to write a mail to Nev and Max.
He wanted to meet Derek Hale and find out about his feelings.
Stiles was so ready for this.