A Hotel by UC Irvine | Monday Evening

[robinonadderall]

It was time for another campus visit trip, this time to a state that didn't completely suck. The tour wasn't actually until tomorrow so that left Stiles with a whole evening to watch TV and take advantage of Derek's credit card by ordering a ton of room service.

What? At least he was sharing.

"Ugh. I got pepperoni on the bedspread."

[For the werewolf sugar daddy]

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[robinonadderall]

"They're not gonna charge you for getting pizza on the sheets," Stiles said. "I'm sure worse things have happened on this bed."

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't remind me." Ugh. Hotels.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "You could have said no when I asked you to come here, you know."

[justlurkinghere]

"I didn't say that. If you didn't want me to come, you could have just said so."

Wow, you two. Wow.

[robinonadderall]

It was going to be one of those nights, wasn't it? And they were doing so well on Christmas.

"Obviously I want you to be here," he said. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

[justlurkinghere]

Excuse you, they were having a completely mature night. So mature.

"Well, I want to be here," Derek snapped. Maturely.

[robinonadderall]

"Well good." Such a mature evening, yes it was.

[justlurkinghere]

"Good," Derek replied. Because mature.

He huffed, dropping the pamphlet onto the bed to grab some food before Stiles ate it all.

[robinonadderall]

Excuse you, he wouldn't eat it all. Just the majority of it.

"What do you think about the area so far?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"It's nice," Derek replied with a shrug. Just go to the school that was a short drive from Fandom. Because he had all the issues.

Yeah. That was healthy.

[robinonadderall]

"I feel like I'm not fashionable enough to be around here." It was Orange County after all.

[justlurkinghere]

"I thought nerd was in," Derek replied dryly, taking about half the pizza to turn into a cheesy sandwich of artery clogging goodness.

[robinonadderall]

"Hilarious," Stiles said. "And that's gross."

Big talk coming from the open mouth chewer.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek ignored that in favor of licking grease off his thumb.

"Clothes are easy to change." Yeah, you keep giving Stiles an out.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah but personality isn't," he said. "It might be Beacon Hills High all over again. I didn't start making friends there until werewolves started trying to kill me."

[justlurkinghere]

"Stay away from the local pack," Derek said with a sigh.

[robinonadderall]

"It's not like I try to find these things on purpose," he said. "Well not anymore. Back before I knew this stuff existed, yeah, I had the habit of trying to find weird stuff."

You know. Like half a dead body in the woods.

[justlurkinghere]

You mean Derek's sister? That body?

"Try to avoid that at college."

[robinonadderall]

"I'll do my best," Stiles said. "I'm sure I'll have enough excitement between Beacon Hills and Fandom to look forward to in the future, I won't need it at school."

[justlurkinghere]

"A normal environment," Derek said, finishing off the pizza. "Maybe Florida would be better."

Ugh. Florida.

[robinonadderall]

"Nothing about Florida is normal." Nobody could deny that. "I don't think normal's possible in any place I happen to be in. The nemeton stuff is going to follow me around no matter what."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek took that as his cue to retreat to his bed again. Because Nemeton.

And things.

"Still that place in the Midwest."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was just hoping that Derek just felt like stretching out and wasn't fleeing to his own bed because Stiles was now a freak of nature thanks to his heart being tied to a tree.

"Maryland too."

[justlurkinghere]

Who here was a werewolf whose very touch killed everyone he could possibly begin to care about? C'mon now.

"It's close to Fandom," Derek pointed out.

[robinonadderall]

"That's not a bad thing," Stiles said, picking at some leftover cheese in the box and wondering if it wasn't too late to order a sundae. "Can I ask you something? Two things."