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As far as first dates went, and hey Stiles is not saying that he was the expert on first dates or dates in general. There was that one disastrous date with Lydia where she had ended up getting attacked by Peter, but best not to think about that right now. Anyway, he was pretty sure that on a scale of suck-a-tude his first date with Derek was pretty high on the sucking meter and not even the fun kind of sucking either.
Nope.
This one sucked the big time and Derek was looking at him like he was simultaneously wondering why he was dating a seventeen year old teenager and how much heat he would get for murdering the sheriff’s kid. And for fuck’s sake, if that waitress winks at Derek again or makes another suggestive remark, Stiles will not be held responsible for his actions.
Yeah, this was not going well.
Then again, the day had not started out well. He had spent the day procrastinating on the x-box with Scott because he didn’t want to deal with the fact that he was going on a date with Derek Hale. What was he thinking?
Derek Hale?
Derek Freaking Hale?
Scott had agreed with this part, and Stiles had logged off their game and began pulling apart his closet searching for what clothes to wear.
He stood in front of his clothes drawer comparing the two clean dress shirts he owned, white and pale blue. White seemed to formal but then he wasn’t sure if blue would look good on him. He put that decision aside for the moment and began wondering where he had put those nice jeans he owned when someone knocked on his door and he screamed and turned around ready to attack them with his non-existent martial arts skills. He ended up just fanning his dad with his shirts.
His dad was looking at him unimpressed.
Stiles eyes widened.
“Oh crap! What time is it?” Stiles spun around on the spot and why the hell didn’t his room have a clock dammit! He lunged for his cellphone on the bed and checked the time.
“How is it 4:40 already!” He said in alarm banging his head on the bed
“Dad! Why didn’t you tell me it was already 4:40! Derek’s going to be here in twenty minutes!” he accused his dad as though his dad singlehandedly willed time to move faster to spite his son.
Stiles grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom, stopping in the hallway, “Blue or white?”
His dad opened his mouth to answer but Stiles was already closing the door and having the quickest shower on record.
“I’ll get it!” he said storming down the stairs when he heard the doorbell ring, okay so he may have been pacing his room and had a mild panic attack when he saw Derek’s camaro arrive in front of his house.
The last think he needed was for his dad to give Derek the Sheriff act, they did that part already when he had arrested Derek for the suspected murder of his sister. Oh god, he was going on a date with Derek Hale!
“Dad no,” he said as his dad walked to open the door, Stiles slammed into the door and rubbed his shoulder as he opened it wide to greet Derek.
“Hel -” Stiles gulped as he looked at Derek in normal clothes, meaning clothes that weren’t ripped or blood stained, “…lo.”
Derek was wearing a pressed white button down shirt, black tie and a nice dinner jacket, he didn’t even think Derek owned jackets that weren’t leather. Stiles eyes roamed down the werewolf’s body taking in the nice fitting black jeans. Oh boy, Stiles was in trouble. When he dragged his eyes back up to Derek’s face the Alpha was giving him a curious look. He may or may not let out a squeak and tripped slightly as he stepped towards Derek.
“You going to invite him in son or…?”
“What?” He said dragging his thoughts away from what he would rather be doing with Derek, who needed food anyway?
“Invite. Him. In,” his dad repeated slowly.
“What?! No, no we’re late, let’s just -“
Derek cut him off and stepped inside to shake his father’s hand.
“Good evening Sheriff,” Derek said before turning to look at Stiles who was pulling at his arm
“Derek,” his father said in response eyeing Stiles who was trying and failing to pull Derek out the door, “Back before ten -“
“Dad!” Stiles said in disbelief, “I am not twelve years old!”
“Fine, eleven-thirty and,” his dad turned to Derek, “The age of consent -“
“Oh god!” Stiles said in horror forcibly kicking Derek out the door and following after, “Bye dad!”
Stiles may or may not have tripped when he turned in time to see Derek smile at him. Derek grabbed his arm to stop him face-planting on the pavement but quickly let go and looked back at the house to see the Sheriff folding his arms and watching them carefully.
“Sorry about my dad,” Stiles said but Derek just shrugged.
Believe it or not that was probably the highlight of their evening. The rest of the night had been pretty uncomfortable, for him at least he really didn’t know what Derek was thinking or feeling.
They were having dinner at a pretty posh looking restaurant out of town where Stiles had flailed around so much that he had managed to spill his soda all over his own and Derek’s shirt. Derek’s eye had twitched but he didn’t say anything except wave away Stiles apologies. Stiles had blushed and cursed his body for always betraying him at the worst possible times. He played with his napkin and chanced a glance at Derek, he thought he had seen a smirk on the werewolf’s face but when he blinked it was gone and Derek was looking down at his plate.
There had also been that awkward moment when Stiles had ordered a soda and the waiter asked Derek if he wanted anything off the wine list.
‘Thanks dude for reminding him how old I am,’ Stiles thought as the waiter walked off.
Stiles cleared his throat and began eating his ravioli. He noticed Derek’s eyes on him and he looked up to see Derek staring at him strangely.
“What?” Stiles said through a mouthful of pasta.
Derek shook his head and looked away.
Stiles shrugged and thanked the waitress who came back with their refilled drinks eyeing Stiles for a moment and actually smiling at Derek. Derek didn’t notice but Stiles did and it didn’t improve his mood.
“So,” Stiles said taking a large sip of his soda before chewing the straw nervously, “This is probably the getting to know you part of the date.”
“Do you always date by rule?”
Stiles snorted and ended up with soda dripping from his nose as Derek gave him that look again. Stiles wiped his face and glared at the waitress who was rolling her eyes at him.
“Did you just Austen me dude?” Stiles laughed.
Derek blushed, holy shit! Derek was blushing and Stiles found himself grinning in response.
“Awww - ” Stiles stopped in his cooeing when Derek glared at him and instead cleared his throat, “What I meant was - well I’ve done enough talking for tonight so its your turn.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Derek questioned him pulling at his tie to loosen it slightly.
“Um,” Stiles said slowly his eyes focused on Derek’s neck before he looked up and saw Derek raise an eyebrow at him.
Stiles shook his head to clear it and damn Derek was smirking at him. He hated being the nervous kid in this relationship. He wished he could be confident and not feel threatened and angry when women seemed to be flirting with Derek. Derek didn’t even seem to notice even when every ten minutes a new waitress came over to ask if Derek needed anything. Maybe it was just normal for women to throw themselves at him that Derek didn’t even notice anymore. Stiles sighed and began playing with his napkin.
They finished their meal in silence. Every time he tried to start a conversation with Derek, the guy seemed distracted and staring at his plate as though it would reveal the answers to why he was on a date with Stiles in the first place.
He wondered if it would be cheating if he just went home and started to read that journal that his future self had written. Maybe his future self had written notes on how to talk to Derek outside life-threatening situations. He quickly dismissed that idea. He had made an unwritten rule that he would only read entries when he needed to, so if he landed in 1985 he would only read entries up to that year. Not that he thought that the entries went back that far - at least he hoped they didn’t he didn’t want to run into Michael J Fox. He laughed at his own joke earning a weird look from Derek as they split the bill. Stiles coughed and tried to smooth down his dress shirt as he pulled on his jacket.
They were now sitting silently in Derek’s car as Derek drove them back to Beacon Hills. Stiles looked down at his watch, eight-thirty, still early, was Derek seriously going to take him home now? Stiles rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked over at Derek.
Derek wasn’t paying attention to him at all, so Stiles started to fool around with the little buttons in Derek’s car. He accidentally turned on the radio and a loud rock song blasted through the car
“I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I’d love you to love me, I’m begging you to beg me!” the girl sang loudly.
He shared an awkward look with Derek and quickly turned the radio back off.
“Sorry,” he said clearing his throat and slowly sitting back in his seat, “So um - where -“
He was cut off by a loud screeching and something heavy and large hitting Derek’s side of the car.
“Thank god!” they both said simultaneously and they stared at one another before getting out of the car to fight whatever had just attacked them.