A Car Somewhere In The South | Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Visiting college campuses had seemed like a good idea at first. Bringing Derek along for the ride seemed like an even better one. However Stiles was greatly beginning to regret both decisions after a few hours in a car that was not his beloved jeep and after realizing that the South was really boring. Really, really boring.

"We should have just taken a portal."

[For the road trip buddy!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Seriously?" But Derek turned into the parking lot like a dutiful chauffeur.

[robinonadderall]

"Seriously about what? The Waffle House or me not being a irresponsible drunk?" he asked. "'Cause the answer is both."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shook his head, parking the car. "I like IHoP."

He would.

[robinonadderall]

"Do you see an IHoP near here?" he asked. "Breakfast is breakfast. Kind of hard to mess up the whole plate of bacon you're going to want to order."

And which Stiles will not allow.

[justlurkinghere]

EXCUSE YOU. HE WOULD ORDER ALL THE BACON.

"Maybe. As long as you're not the one cooking it."

[robinonadderall]

HE WOULD NOT IF STILES HAD A SAY IN IT.

Stiles sighed. "I can cook bacon, Derek. You just stick it in the pan and heat it up until it's done."

[justlurkinghere]

"You'd walk away and ruin the pan," Derek shot back, waiting patiently for Stiles. Because he was a gentleman.

[robinonadderall]

"Shut up," Stiles grumbled, following along. "You're getting two pieces of bacon. Just two."

[justlurkinghere]

"Uh huh." And half the menu. Wanna see how many waffles a hungry werewolf could eat? A LOT.

[robinonadderall]

"Whatever, it's your heart attack." Honestly, Stiles knew that werewolves couldn't get heart attacks, but there were only a few ways he knew how to care in a platonic way. Anything after that went towards the whole Lydia Martin obsessive level of caring.

[justlurkinghere]

"Werewolf," Derek reminded him, holding the door open for Stiles. Platonic door holding.

Strictly platonic.

[robinonadderall]

Totally platonic!

At least the waitress led them to the booth so platonic chair pulling out couldn't happen. "Well it's not Denny's but it'll do."

[justlurkinghere]

"And we can't be banned from here." Yeah they could.

[robinonadderall]

"We could," he said, browsing a menu that felt like there had been a whole can of soda spilled on it. "But it'd probably take some effort."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek wasn't smirking at him. At all. Really.

"Enjoying your restaurant choice?"

[robinonadderall]

"Bite me," Stiles said from behind the menu before flipping Derek the bird.

Such class.

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't offer that to a werewolf," Derek shot back before realizing how that might have seemed weird.

So, he picked up his own menu to hide his face.

[robinonadderall]

"You're not an alpha," Stiles pointed out. "And most alphas I've known have understood sarcasm and insults."

[justlurkinghere]

"Still have fangs." WHY WAS HE CONTINUING THIS?

[robinonadderall]

"Trust me, when it's an invitation, you'll know it." Oh god, he did not meant it like that. Okay, he kind of did but he didn't mean for it to come out. "That goes for all werewolves."

There. All better.

[justlurkinghere]

Which got him awkward staring. So much awkward staring.

DAMN IT, STILES.

"...good."

[robinonadderall]

"Good." Stiles went on reading the menu before stilling when he realized he had said 'when' instead of 'if' when it came to the biting invitation. God, he was an awkward mess. No wonder Lydia ignored him for ten years.

Just ignore how red his face was. Ignore it.

[justlurkinghere]

YOU MEAN HOW DEREK HAD GOTTEN HIS BITE COMMENTS ALL OVER STILES AND MADE THIS ENTIRE TRIP AWKWARD, RIGHT?

Derek stared at his menu like it could fix this horrible day. "I think someone has thrown up on this."

BOOM. SUBJECT CHANGED.

[robinonadderall]

"I would not be surprised," he said. "Drunk people love these kinds of places."

[justlurkinghere]

"And this is what you pick."