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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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"Wow, Scott was right." The relationship talk would never be over, Derek. Never. "I decided to go to Maryland. They sent me the acceptance letter last week."

Actually three of the four schools he applied to sent acceptance letters, and he had a feeling the fourth one would be coming soon. He might be an ADHD-ridden mess a lot of the time, but he knew he was smart.

Good thing he applied before he stopped being able to read!

DAMN IT, SCOTT.

Derek sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course they did."

That was a very odd compliment.

"Thanks?" Yeah, that was weird. "Just have to start gathering scholarships and stuff now."

Oh god, Derek don't be a weird sugar daddy and make this creepier...

"I have money."

...goddamn it.

...

"I'm not going to let you pay for my tuition."

Because it was weird, right? It was weird.

"I could pay for housing."

HOW WAS THAT ANY BETTER?

"You don't need to pay for anything," Stiles said. "My dad and I can manage."

He didn't know if his dad would accept that kind of money from Derek anyway.

Probably not. As it was creepy.

"Fine." He got you a fancy laptop. So deal with it.

"Thanks though," he said. "For offering."

Derek shrugged because all his money was blood money. And not particularly wanted.

Which led to another awkward silence. As one does.

"Are you okay with all this?" he asked. Stiles realized he was kind of steamrolling him right now.

"Are you?" This is why you don't offer to pay for someone's college, Derek.

Also, Derek was the one who had been a bag of dicks here.

"I'm the one pushing you here, dude," Stiles said. "That kind of indicates that I'm all for it."

Yeah, but he was attempting to be the mature one. Failing, but you know...

"Stick to the rules and fine."

"I would like for you to eventually be more than fine with it," Stiles told him. "But, you know, only if you want to be."

He really didn't want to force anybody into liking him.

"I stopped eating bacon." Just, you know, throwing that out there.

Stiles gave him a small smile. "You're totally into me."

"Unfortunately," Derek replied, looking ever so slightly pleased by the smile.

"I'm not saying this won't be awkward sometimes." Because, really, they'd have to change how they were around each other re: couch cuddling and everything. "But we'll make it work."

Which was going to be interesting to see happen.

Well, they stopped with the spooning before. So. It couldn't be too difficult, right? Right?

"Maybe stop sharing clothing." Since that was also weird.

"You're wearing my clothes right now." So...

...well, this was awkward.

"They were clean."

"Uh huh." Like he was gonna believe that. "I think sharing clothes is fine."

Derek sighed. "Am I supposed to feed you now?"

Or was that too much like a date?

"Do you want to feed me?" He knew how you were, Derek. Oh he knew. "It's been awhile, do you even remember what I like?"

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