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Not Even Remotely Creepy Mansion | Thursday Evening

Stiles had immediately regretted sending that text last night, but what was done was done and he couldn't take it back now. Well he could chicken out now, but he wasn't about to. If only because he didn't want to be accused of taking Puppy Joe hostage.

So he grabbed the dog after it started getting dark and headed over to the mansion to get this over with. He was at least nice enough to shower beforehand, out of courtesy and because he didn't want Derek to think he had been in a moping spiral for the last two weeks. Which he had been, but that was beside the point.

And look! He even rang the doorbell for the first time ever.

[For Derek! And SP since I have to work later]

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Which was deeply, deeply weird. But such was their lives.

And the moment that door was opened, the drama of the scene was ever so slightly ruined by the fact that the dog had to run inside in order to make sure those fucking slippers hadn't gotten out of line.

"Stiles."

Oh my god, Derek. Just move away from the door to let him in and stop being an emotionally repressed creep.

Oh god he just wanted to turn around and go back to the dorms right now. What was he thinking?

"Hey." Good start, Stiles. Good start. "It's really cold out."

So if you could let him in...

Oh right, acting like a mature adult. Who did that?

Derek took a step back, opening the door more to let Stiles pass. All while working up to what he wanted to say. Which was difficult because ~feelings~ and ~words~.

Stiles mumbled an awkward "thanks" and slid past Derek in order to get into sweet blessed warmth. He didn't go too far into the house, instead deciding to hover near the living room without actually going into it.

He automatically assumed he should speak first (because this was Derek he was dealing with) but he had no idea how to start.

It's like he forgot about his history of just blurting stuff out. Oh well, he'd remember in a few seconds if it got anymore awkward.

Derek shut the door and slowly followed after him in silence.

Well, other than the savage growls of the dog as he attacked an inanimate object. Live the dream, Puppy Joe. Live the dream.

After a few more awkward seconds ticked by, Derek wondered if he should off to get him a glass of water. So that he could hide in the kitchen for the rest of the visit.

Oh god the crippling awkwardness. Stiles stood there for a few more moments wondering what the hell he should say. Asking Derek how he was would have been stupid, especially since Stiles was supposed to be mad at him and therefore didn't care. Even if he actually did care.

He could say something about Puppy Joe but that would be a cop out and quite frankly sort of lame.

Finally it all became a little too much and Stiles blurted out, "So I know you're pretty much in love with me."

Which was immediately followed by a wince because, wow, he hadn't meant to say that. Well he had, but he completely intended to use safe and mature words like "crush" or "like like".

Which was an interesting thing to start with. And made Derek go all spooked deer in headlights on him, eyes wide enough to show the whites around them and eyebrows way on up his forehead.

That wasn't fair or okay at all.

Just because it had the tiny, minuscule virtue of being true didn't alter the not okayness of it.

"Well actually I didn't know that, Scott and my dad knew that and then stacked up the evidence until I knew they were right," Stiles said, unable to keep babbling now. "Which makes what you did to me even more of an asshole move because you're a liar on top of being an asshole."

"I started therapy." Wait, not how he planned to respond to that. But it was the only thing he could think of right now, okay?

"What?" That wasn't the response Stiles had been expecting either. "Wait, what?"

Why was this the worst conversation ever? Why?

Derek huffed in annoyance, looking at the dog rather than him. "It's been pointed out that I could use it."

Don't acknowledge the weird ~feelings~ and they didn't exist. Yes.

"Oh." Stiles could have said something mean there, and in all honestly he was entitled to right now, but he found himself not wanting to do it. "Oh, well, I hope that works out for you. I know talking to somebody helped me...well she was an emissary, not a school guidance counselor like I thought but still..."

Ugh he sucked at being mad.

Well, the awkwardness helped with that.

"Yeah." Oh, the intelligence of that response! It was dazzling!

And back to awkward silence. Which Stiles wasn't about to put up with, no sir.

"Were you ever planning to talk to me again?"

"Yes." Eventually. When you'd moved on and found someone your own age to date. Because that was healthy. "You're a teenager," he started, trying to use his words.

"Yeah, I know. A desperate one, as you so kindly pointed out to me." No, he wasn't going to let that go even if he wasn't quite as mad as he used to be.

Derek huffed again, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. "You are a teenager," he started again with more conviction in his voice. "And I'm five years older than you. And a teacher."

Did you not realize how creepy and fucked up that was for Derek to feel, oh, anything? Because it was. And he was so kindly repeating that cycle thanks to Kate.

"Things I am all aware of," Stiles said. "I wasn't going to try anything; I was happy with keeping my feelings to myself and avoid any type of embarrassment because I know what I look like and act like, okay? I don't need anymore rejection in my life."

Maybe he should go back to Morrell and see if she would emissary therapy him about his self-esteem problems.

"But you were the one that brought it up. You started this."

Didn't she get stabbed? Whatever happened with that?

"I know that now," Derek snapped, moving away for some pacing. Then paused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means..." Oh god, what did it mean? Stiles hadn't thought that through. "...it means that we can't just ignore it now that it's out there!"

Yes they could! They could ignore a lot of things!

"You don't even know what you're saying," Derek replied, quickly putting distance between them again.

"Yes I do." Or at least he thought he did. "I know you're into me and somehow I still feel the same way about you despite what you did to me, which I think is saying a lot about how much I like you. I'm graduating soon, so why not give it a shot?"

This had not been in Stiles' plans for the evening, but he was finding it to be a much more preferable way to go than being angry and bitter all night.

"You shouldn't," Derek snapped, shoulders hunched defensively. "What's wrong with you?" Wasn't his terrible sexual history warning enough about this sort of thing?

Couldn't they just go back to when he thought Stiles was only interested in his body? That was way easier to deal with.

"Dude, I have done so many stupid things in the past two years that I knew was going to result in serious injury or my death because of this werewolf stuff. I have done a stupid thing that did result in my death," Stiles said. "So maybe for once I want to do something stupid that I actually want to do, and that I think has a decent chance of working out for the both of us."

"Well, I already know how this will end. And it won't be good."

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