Nameless House | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

As of  this morning Stiles was no longer a teenager. Twenty didn't feel too different from nineteen though he did have a minor crisis over the last few days that would be much more appropriate on his twenty-fifth or thirtieth birthday. How did this getting old thing happen? Who allowed this?

Ignore the fact that he still had a babyface and probably would until he was forty.

At least he had classes this morning to make him feel young. And homework to do this weekend. He tossed his bag on the floor of the living room when he got home, deciding he could worry about that on Sunday night. It was his birthday he shouldn't have to do homework.

[For Derek and whoever else feels like pinging]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Like you haven't already called a bakery."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek muttered something that might have been 'They don't take orders that far in advance' but it was hard to be sue.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm sorry, what was that?" If only he had wolf hearing.

[justlurkinghere]

"They have a limit of taking orders a year in advance," he muttered.

Which wasn't fair at all.

[robinonadderall]

"Aw, poor Derek," he said, patting him on the shoulder. "The wedding's ruined."

[justlurkinghere]

"You might leave me at the alter if there aren't brownies."

That was totally going to happen.

[robinonadderall]

"I'd never leave you at the altar," Stiles promised. "Even without brownies."

[justlurkinghere]

"Thank you," Derek replied, stretching up to kiss him. "You're the best fiance I could ask for."