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robinonadderall) wrote2014-01-13 11:50 am
robinonadderall) wrote2014-01-13 11:50 am
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Room 329 | After Class
Stiles was not still moping. He wasn't. Shut up. He was laying in bed and thinking 'cause it wasn't like he'd get to sleep any time soon. It wasn't his fault if he was thinking about stuff that might make him slightly...forlorn. But not mopey!
He was on the phone with Scott and Puppy Joe had managed to make his way back to him, he couldn't be mopey right now. Because Scott was sunshine and Puppy Joe was rainbows.
"Dude, if he's not going to talk to you, why don't you talk to him?" Scott asked. He was a werewolf; when all else failed you stalk the person you were interested in.
"Because he doesn't want to talk to me, Scott, we've been over this," Stiles said. "Remember when Allison wanted you to leave her alone, what did you do?"
"I left her alone." There was a pause. "Do you want to get a tattoo to make you feel better?"
"No, I'm still busy regretting my last tattoo," Stiles said, rolling over onto his stomach so he could reach over and grab a half-eaten bag of Cheetos off the floor. He had been pretty much living the Elle Woods post-breakup life for the last two weeks. Everybody was lucky he showered a couple times this week.
The chewing noise on the end of the line let Stiles know that he wasn't the only one eating his feelings. Or maybe Scott was just hungry. "I think you've got this all wrong. Pretty sure Derek's like crazy in love with you."
Stiles groaned. "Really not in the mood for your fanfic right now, Scott."
"Dude, it's not just me that thinks that," Scott said. "I heard your dad talking to my mom about it the other day."
"...my dad talks to your mom about my love life?" Oh that was just great. Thanks, Dad.
"Yeah he was telling her about your fight and how it was kind of sad because he could tell Derek was crazy about you, asking for your mom's soup recipe when you were sick and how he's all protective over you," Scott said. "Dude, he bought your dad a Christmas gift. Friends don't do that."
Stiles was silent for a long moment, mostly out of shock. He hadn't known that. "You never buy my dad gifts."
"Yeah that's because I don't want your D," Scott replied. "So I don't need to buy your dad gifts to make up for wanting to defile you."
"Oh my god." Stiles sat up in bed, ignoring the bag of Cheetos spilling everywhere. Puppy Joe would clean up the mess. "Oh my god. He bought me a laptop. He wears the wolf slippers I got him. He knows how I like my coffee."
"Dude, I've been telling you this for months."
"Oh my god I'm an idiot," Stiles said, feeling a little lightheaded. This was a shock, okay? "He totally loves me."
"Yeah, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know." Like a part of him was freaking out in the good way. Somebody was attracted to him. Somebody he found attractive back, even! He never thought Derek actually hated him, but this was totally different. He could have a future with Derek---oh wait, no he couldn't, because they weren't talking. What the fuck? What kind of piss poor timing was this?
"What do I do, Scott?" he asked.
Scott rolled his eyes. "Do what I've been telling you to do for the last half hour."
"I can't talk to him." Especially now about this. "He doesn't want to talk to me."
"Derek never wants to talk to anybody," Scott pointed out. "When did that ever stop you before?"
...he had a point there, Stiles had to admit. "I'm still mad at him."
He was! He wasn't about to get all googly eyed and forget what Derek had said to him. Even if he really wanted to get googly eyed.
"You want to stop being mad at him at some point, right?" Scott asked. "Not gonna happen if you don't talk to each other ever again."
Goddammit, McCall, with your alpha wisdom. Stiles sighed, knowing he was going to eventually take up Scott's suggestion. He just needed some time to process the fact that holygodderektotallylovedhim first. "I'll think about it."
"Good. Look, I've got to head out," Scott said. "Let me know if Derek's a good kisser."
"Scott!"
[NFB and NFI but OOC is fine]
He was on the phone with Scott and Puppy Joe had managed to make his way back to him, he couldn't be mopey right now. Because Scott was sunshine and Puppy Joe was rainbows.
"Dude, if he's not going to talk to you, why don't you talk to him?" Scott asked. He was a werewolf; when all else failed you stalk the person you were interested in.
"Because he doesn't want to talk to me, Scott, we've been over this," Stiles said. "Remember when Allison wanted you to leave her alone, what did you do?"
"I left her alone." There was a pause. "Do you want to get a tattoo to make you feel better?"
"No, I'm still busy regretting my last tattoo," Stiles said, rolling over onto his stomach so he could reach over and grab a half-eaten bag of Cheetos off the floor. He had been pretty much living the Elle Woods post-breakup life for the last two weeks. Everybody was lucky he showered a couple times this week.
The chewing noise on the end of the line let Stiles know that he wasn't the only one eating his feelings. Or maybe Scott was just hungry. "I think you've got this all wrong. Pretty sure Derek's like crazy in love with you."
Stiles groaned. "Really not in the mood for your fanfic right now, Scott."
"Dude, it's not just me that thinks that," Scott said. "I heard your dad talking to my mom about it the other day."
"...my dad talks to your mom about my love life?" Oh that was just great. Thanks, Dad.
"Yeah he was telling her about your fight and how it was kind of sad because he could tell Derek was crazy about you, asking for your mom's soup recipe when you were sick and how he's all protective over you," Scott said. "Dude, he bought your dad a Christmas gift. Friends don't do that."
Stiles was silent for a long moment, mostly out of shock. He hadn't known that. "You never buy my dad gifts."
"Yeah that's because I don't want your D," Scott replied. "So I don't need to buy your dad gifts to make up for wanting to defile you."
"Oh my god." Stiles sat up in bed, ignoring the bag of Cheetos spilling everywhere. Puppy Joe would clean up the mess. "Oh my god. He bought me a laptop. He wears the wolf slippers I got him. He knows how I like my coffee."
"Dude, I've been telling you this for months."
"Oh my god I'm an idiot," Stiles said, feeling a little lightheaded. This was a shock, okay? "He totally loves me."
"Yeah, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know." Like a part of him was freaking out in the good way. Somebody was attracted to him. Somebody he found attractive back, even! He never thought Derek actually hated him, but this was totally different. He could have a future with Derek---oh wait, no he couldn't, because they weren't talking. What the fuck? What kind of piss poor timing was this?
"What do I do, Scott?" he asked.
Scott rolled his eyes. "Do what I've been telling you to do for the last half hour."
"I can't talk to him." Especially now about this. "He doesn't want to talk to me."
"Derek never wants to talk to anybody," Scott pointed out. "When did that ever stop you before?"
...he had a point there, Stiles had to admit. "I'm still mad at him."
He was! He wasn't about to get all googly eyed and forget what Derek had said to him. Even if he really wanted to get googly eyed.
"You want to stop being mad at him at some point, right?" Scott asked. "Not gonna happen if you don't talk to each other ever again."
Goddammit, McCall, with your alpha wisdom. Stiles sighed, knowing he was going to eventually take up Scott's suggestion. He just needed some time to process the fact that holygodderektotallylovedhim first. "I'll think about it."
"Good. Look, I've got to head out," Scott said. "Let me know if Derek's a good kisser."
"Scott!"
[NFB and NFI but OOC is fine]
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It's easy to write because you just have to write the best friendship of all time tbh.