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“Stiiiillllesss.” Scott’s voice slurred over the phone. “Buddy. How’r you?”
“Hey man.” Stiles mumbled, dragging his hand over his face as he sat up in his seat and looked around. He had fallen asleep at his desk while he had been working on his chem homework. He twisted in his seat to look at his clock, squinting his eyes at the little red numbers across his room. 2:35. He groaned and rolled his neck, trying to get the cricks out of it.
“What’s up Scotty?”
“I love you man.” Scott replied on the other end, giggling softly to himself. “You are just like the best friend you know? I mean it’s…it’s …uh late I think, and you still answered the phone.”
“Are you drunk?” Stiles asked, finally waking up enough to hear how much Scott was slurring.
“Yep!” Scott replied happily. “I went to that party with Allison.” He said. “I need you to come get me.”
“Where’s Allison?” Stiles asked confused, already dragging himself up and trying to find the pair of jeans he was wearing earlier.
“Lydia took her and left like an hour ago.” Scott said and Stiles could practically hear his pout.
“Why didn’t you go with them?” He asked, stumbling into his shoes and throwing on his hoodie.
“Lydia said that I had to find my own ride. She didn’t want me puking in her car.” Scott replied.
Stiles frowned at that.
“Allison just left without you?”
“No, she told me that they’d take me home, but I was cool with staying for a bit. It’s a pretty good party, ya know?” He said.
“Yeah, I bet.” Stiles said with an eye roll.
“But I wanna go home now.” Scott said.
“Alright buddy, I’m coming to get you. Don’t leave with any strangers okay?” Stiles told him, half joking and half serious.
“Okay. See you soon Stiles!” Scott practically shouted into the phone. Stiles jerked his head back and shook his head at his friend’s antics.
He grabbed his keys from where they were on his desk and went downstairs. He found a piece of paper and scrawled a quick note to his dad about where he went in case he woke up in the middle of the night and found him missing, before placing on the kitchen table and leaving.
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“STILES! You came!” Scott yelled, pouncing on Stiles and almost knocking them both to the ground. Stiles steadied them hastily.
“Yeah, of course.” Stiles told him, holding onto his friend’s elbow as he swayed where he was standing. “I can’t believe Allison left you in this condition.”
“I think I’m in love with her Stiles.” Scott said, a dreamy look coming over his face as he heard her name.
“I know.” Stiles said with another eye roll. “Let’s get you home so you can sleep off what I’m sure is going to be an impressive hangover.”
“Okay.” Scott said, nodding agreeably. Stiles tightened his grip on his arm and began leading him to the front door, trying to weave through the drunken crowd with difficulty.
“HEY!” A voice rang out through the crowd. Stiles glanced around, but didn’t really pay it any attention. It was almost three in the morning at a party where most people were drunk, there was bound to be people yelling. Then his arm that was supporting Scott was being wrenched away and he was being shoved.
“Get your hands off of him!” The voice said. Stiles staggered to the side before whirling around to see just who the hell did that. His eyes laid on the most attractive man he had ever seen. He also happened to be the angriest asshole he had ever seen, but the scowly look worked unfairly well for the stranger. Still he had randomly attacked Stiles for no reason, and Stiles was too tired to deal with any bullshit at the moment.
“What the hell is your problem man?” Stiles asked, crossing his arms to glare at him.
“My problem?” The man asked, his eyebrows drawing further down, a feat that genuinely shocked Stiles. “You’re my problem! He’s drunk.” He practically growled, gestured to Scott who was standing off to the side, watching the confrontation with a soft smile on his face, as if he didn’t see the fact that a random, leather clad, angry stranger hadn’t just come in and attacked Stiles for no reason.
“Yeah, I know.” Stiles said, his voice projecting the ‘Duh’ clearly. “That’s why I’m taking him home.” The man’s face transformed from angry to livid in half a second and Stiles almost took a step back away from the man, unsure of what he was going to do.
“You need to leave before I call the cops on you.” He said, turning to grab Scott’s arm and drag him away, and uh no way was that going to happen.
“Uh, I don’t think so.” Stiles said, jumping forward and intercepting the man before he could reach Scott. He turned, ready to grab Scott and just run for it, but the man spun him by the shoulder and oh hey, that was a wall that he was being slammed into.
“Oh my god! What is your deal?” Stiles shouted at him, trying to pry the guys hands away from where they were bunched up by his collar and this was his favorite hoodie, he was so totally gonna ruin it with this whole hulk smash thing that he was doing.
“I told you not to touch him!” The guy growled at him, and Stiles was really over this whole thing now. What was this dude’s problem and why was a stranger getting all creepy overprotective of his friend? He started debating whether or not he was going to have to call his dad. Yeah, being the one to have the Sheriff bust the underage party wasn’t going to be winning him any favors in the whole social setting, but at the same time, he figured that the situation warranted it. Scott apparently had some overly attached stalker and he was not gonna just let that slide by.
“Hey, guys, why-why’re you fighting?” Scott broke in, apparently having just realized the situation that was happening.
“Scott you should probably call my dad and tell him to come here cuz this creep totally needs to be arrested.”
“What? Why would I call your dad on Derek?” Scott asked, confusion clouding his face, and he honest to god cocked his head to the side and Stiles wished he could take a picture to put on his phone and taunt Scott with over his absolute puppy face, but he was still pinned against the wall by Mr. tall, dark, and terrifying.
“You know him?” Stiles asked, gesturing wildly at the guy and saw that the guy also looked confused.
“Yeah, that’s Derek.” Scott said. “I called him to come get me.” As if that made any sense.
Stiles groaned, throwing his head back against the wall and rubbing at his eyes.
“Scott, why would you call him when I was coming to get you?” He asked his friend, turning his head to the side to see Scott just shrugging. He sighed, sagging against the wall. Scott was never allowed to get this drunk ever again.
“Hey, scowly face.” Stiles said, turning to Derek again. “Mind letting me go now?” He asked.
Derek looked down in surprise, as if he had forgotten that he had a person held tightly against a wall, and seriously how often did he do that that it became natural to just hold someone there?, and let Stiles go. Stiles straightened out his clothes, huffing when he saw that his hoodie was indeed stretched out.
“You owe me a new hoodie.” Stiles mumbled before looking Derek in the eyes again. His truly beautiful eyes. He couldn’t even peg what color they were. Hazel didn’t really do them justice. He shook himself out of his mental rant when he saw the guy’s brow crease further in confusion.
“I’m Stiles.” He introduced, holding out his hand for a handshake. “Best friend of that idiot over there. Also called here to bring his drunk ass home.”
Derek’s brow immediately smoothed in recognition and he took Stiles hand to shake, opening his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Scott.
“I think I’m gonna puke!” He cried, before darting off and down the hall of the house. Stiles rolled his eyes, pulling his hand back.
“I better make sure he’s found an actual bathroom and not a closet or vase or something.” He told Derek, who nodded and followed Stiles down the hallway that Scott had disappeared into. Stiles followed the sound of retching and poked his head into the room that was thankfully a bathroom and wrinkled his nose before leaning against the wall outside of the room, turning to Derek.
“You don’t wanna go in there. Not a pretty sight.” He told him, and Derek nodded, settling against the opposite wall, mimicking Stiles position, arms crossed.
“Well, this is awkward.” Stiles said, breaking the silence. Derek’s lips quirked up at the sides, as if he were fighting a smile.
“Yeah, um.” He coughed. “Sorry about all of that.” He said, tipping his head in the direction of the main room.
“Don’t worry about it.” Stiles said, trying to wave off his apology.
“I just…I didn’t realize who you were. I thought you were some stranger trying to take advantage of him in his condition.” Derek continued and yeah, that seemed pretty legit.
“Dude, really it’s fine. In all honesty, I thought you were some creepy stalker that was like obsessed with Scott or something.” Stiles said with a laugh. “So I think we’re even. And I’m actually glad that you would totally beat the shit outta someone if they tried to pull something like that with Scott."
Derek nodded awkwardly, not sure what to say to that. Stiles turned to the bathroom, poking his head back in.
“Scott? You doing okay in there buddy?” He called, and only got a groan that sorta sounded like no in response.
Stiles turned around and saw Derek’s eyes snap up, back to his face. Stiles raised his eyebrows at him, and Derek’s face flushed. It was the most adorable thing Stiles had ever seen.
“I think we should give him another minute or so.” Stiles said, cringing as the retching started up again. “Yeah, definitely give him another few minutes. I don’t want him puking in my jeep.” He said, letting his eyes wander over Derek’s body, feeling confident after catching Derek checking out his ass.
“So, are you going to take him home then?” Derek asked him, clearing his throat nervously.
“Yeah, I’m fine to deal with him. I’m sorry he made you come to pick him up. He’s told me where you and Isaac live before and I know that’s a bit of a drive.”
“It wasn’t a problem. I’d rather drive for a bit and have him get home safe, rather than get a call that he was in a crash.”
“Same here.” Stiles said, grimacing at the thought.
“Stiilees.” Scott groaned out.
“Yeah.” Stiles replied, turning and going into the bathroom. He wrinkled his nose and flushed the toilet.
“I wan’ go home.” Scott moaned, his face pressed against the side of the toilet.
“Okay, let’s get you up then.” Stiles said, pulling Scott to his feet and suddenly Derek was there next to him in the small space, helping him hold Scott up and begin to walk him out of the bathroom and Stiles could feel his body heat, and his arm brushing against his own and he could feel his face flushing from the close contact.
Together they got Scott out of the house and buckled into Stiles’ jeep, a stolen trash bag clutched in his hands in case he got sick on the way back to his house.
Stiles shut the door and turned back to Derek.
“Can I see your phone for a sec?” Stiles asked him, and Derek pulled his phone out and handed it over hesitantly. Stiles grinned, pulling up the contacts and adding his name in under ‘Stiles :)’ and sent himself a text message.
“So that we can check in with each other next time we’re called to be the designated driver.” Stiles said, pressing the phone back into Derek’s hand. “Or if you wanna take me to get dinner or something.” He finished with a wink, and chuckled when he saw Derek’s ears turn bright red, watching the flush travel down his neck.
“Call me sometime, Derek!” He said before skipping around the front of his car and climbing in. He saw Derek slowly walk over to his own car that was parked nearby. Stiles pulled away, and drove Scott home.
He let them into the house with the key that he had on his key ring and helped Scott into bed. He put a glass of water on his nightstand and placed the trashcan from the bathroom next to Scott’s bed in case he had to puke in the middle of the night. He drove back to his house, mind still reeling and wondering if maybe he had misread the situation.
He looked in the mirror and let out a cry of despair when he saw that he had a major case of bedhead, not caring what he had looked like when he was just going to pick Scott up. He most definitely misread the situation. Derek was too hot to be interested in Stiles. And Stiles had made a complete fool out of himself.
He pulled into his driveway and parked, and then hit his head against the steering wheel, wishing he could go back in time and stop himself from acting like an idiot. He would have to make Scott swear that he’d never have to see Derek again, and though Scott would laugh at him, he would do what Stiles asked. Because he was a good friend like that and Stiles was his best friend. And because Stiles had too much material to blackmail him with.
He let out another groan and finally went back inside and upstairs to his room. He stripped off his jeans and hoodie and fell back into bed. He dragged his jeans closer to him and pulled his phone out of his pocket to charge it, when he saw the text notification waiting for him. It was an unknown number and his stomach flipped as he read the short message.
‘Dinner, 7 pm Sunday?’
Stiles couldn’t help the wide grin that broke out over his face.