Okay, this isn't so bad. This is going kind of good. Actually no, this is going great.

"Stiles," Who said this was going to be a disaster? Well, he did, but that's besides the point. The point is he's got him in his house right now and the world hasn't exploded yet.

"Stiles," This small victory calls for yogurt. Yeah, the strawberry kind too. Strawberry yogurt. Wait, what about frozen yogurt? There's a foyo shop just down the street, it would be a five minute walk at most-

"Ow!" Stiles groaned, holding his nose gingerly as he looked at Derek with wide, questioning eyes, the dark haired man frowning a little at him. "Why'd you smack me?" Stiles whined. And on the nose of all places.

"Because," Derek huffed, sliding over the notebook he had been writing in for a while now. "I've been trying to tell you this whole page is full of grammar mistakes for the past five minutes," Derek muttered, Stiles opening and closing his mouth.

"Oh..." Stiles trailed, the only intelligible thing he could say at them moment as he slowly grabbed the notebook, looking at the bright red pen marks that littered the entire page.

"Stiles, are you okay, you've been zoning out a lot," Derek frowned, eyes focused intently on Stiles face.

"What? No- th-that's just a thing I do..." Stiles rushed, fidgeting underneath Derek's gaze. "If zoning out was a job, I would be rich by now..."

"Yeah, I don't doubt that," Derek smirked and Stiles could've sworn there was a voice in his head just now that actually screamed.

"Well, it's getting late, I should probably start heading out," Derek sighed, Stiles unable to keep from gawking at Derek as if he just suggested they swallow lava.

"O-okay," Wait, what the hell? This is the part where you rip off your shirt and climb ontop of the table and tell Derek to spend the night. "Here I'll help," Stiles offered, too much of a coward to actually do that- well, ask him to stay the night, not the other part. That would just be creepy and weird.

"Thanks," Derek hummed as he gathered up his things, grabbing at the stray pencils on the table.

You know those cliche moments that you only see in movies where two people who like each other are doing something and woops their fingers touch. Like when one drops a book and they both reach for it, or when their crush hands them a napkin and their skin touches and for some reason they just look up and stare longingly into each others eyes while slow music plays in the background. Yeah, that moment didn't happen just now.

"Thanks..." Derek drawled as he grabbed the pencil out of Stiles' hand, their fingers grazing against each other and honestly Stiles was the only one who was freaking out about it, quickly retracting his hand, debating whether not washing it for a moment would be admired or make him even creepier.

"I think that's it," Derek breathed as he stood up, Stiles heart doing this weird little jump as he watched Derek start heading for the door.

"Uhm, wait! I'll walk you out," Stiles muttered as he jumped to his feet, joining Derek's side. He may not be able to ask him to spend the night, but this little victory would be enough to hold him for a week. They reached the door, Stiles hand wrapping around the knob, the door slolwy opening when something hit Stiles.

"Actually..." Stiles bagn, closing the door again, Derek's brows furrowing in confusion as he watch the smaller teen turn to look at him. "There's something I need to tell you..." Stiles managed out, looking up at Derek.

"Okay, what's up?" Derek hummed, Stiles mustering up his courage. Just say it Stiles, just let the words come out.

"Okay so like, remember when we we were talking and stuff and I told you I was having problems with my boyfriend and what not...?" Stiles drawled. Okay, not what I was looking for, but keep going..

"Yeah, what about it?" Derek shrugged, patiently waiting while Stiles did this weird nervous dance, shifiting his weight from foot to foot.

"The thing is, we didn't have a problem..." Stiles muttered, a frown crossing Derek's lips as the smaller teen nervously licked his lips.

"I don't get it.. So you guys, weren't fighting?" Derek frowned, making Stiles internally scream. God, why was this so hard to say?!

"No, that's because..." Stiles trailed, just staring at Derek now, his mind whispering terrible things to him. What if he thinks he's a weirdo? What if he hates him afterwards?

"Because...?" Derek mutters, coaxing Stiles to keep going.

"Because the truth is that uhm..." Stiles began, leaning against the door. "He doesn't e-" Suddenly the words were being caught in his throat as gravity took hold, the door giving way as he started to fall backward, his hands flailing uselessy by his sides.

"Stiles!" The voice was loud and familiar in his ears as arms wrapped around his shoulders, his back falling against something soft yet hard all at the same time his eyes trained on Derek as the person behind him, hugged him even tighter, alcohol coming off his breath in waves as he spoke.

"Welcome home, Stiles!" It was his fucking roomate, the damn idiot yelling drunk and slurred words into his ear as he kissed the side of Stiles cheek.

"What? You're the one just getting home!" Stiles snapped, trying to push the drunk bastard off. "Not the point, stop kissing me!" Stiles frowned, pushing at his chest, but the dude wouldn't budge.

"Come on! Love meeee," He groaned, kissing Stiles' face once more, a laugh reaching Stiles ears, making the teen's whole body going tense as an 'oh shit' look crossed his face.

"Wow, he looks wasted," Derek laughed, Stiles slowly wondering if there was an available hole he could crawl in.

"Derek this is- Theo, stop!" Stiles groaned, pushing away his roomate's face.

"I should go," Derek breathed a grin tugging at his face, though it was clear he was uncomfortable as he slid past the two, Stiles gaping in utter shock and frustration as Derek moved to leave.

"But... Fighting or not.. It's cool to see you two cool," Derek hummed before closing the door to give the two 'love birds' privacy. Stiles just stood there for a moment as Theo started to fall asleep on his shoulder, drool slowly trickling down the corner of his mouth onto Stiles' shirt.

Wait, what the hell did Derek just say? Did he- Did he think him and Theo were a... No, just no. That's just ridiculous- Bizarre. How the actual hell did that happen! He was suppose to tell him he didn't have a boyfriend! So why the hell did things just get ten times worse for him!?

"Hey, stop moving, I'm trying to sleep," Theo whine against Stiles shoulder, Stiles' left eye starting to twitch.

"Ow! Stiles why'd you hit me!?"

"Are you serious!?" Allison breathed, eyes wide with disbelief, Stiles slowly nodding his head, this mortified look on his face.

"Really? Theo?" Scott forwned, face scrunched up in distaste. "I know he's your roomate and not your boyfriend and all, but... There's something about that dude I don't like..." The whole table just looked at him for a moment, faces void of expression.

"Anyway..." Jackson drawls out, heaving a small sigh. "Dude, you're fucked. Now you have to explain, not only that Theo isn't your boyfriend, but that said boyfriend doesn't even exsist and you just made him up to seem less lame,"

"Okay, pretty sure you could've left out the lame part," Stiles frowns, rolling his eyes at the jock.

"Wait, Lydia's been quiet this entire time," Allison frowns, gesturing over to the strawberry blonde.

"Lydia?" Stiles drawls out, noticing the smile on Lydia's lips as she turns to look at him.

"Hmmm?" She hums, her 'at peace of mind' look freaking them all out. She honestly looks like she could ride a freaking rainbow right now.

"You have nothing to say... about Stiles complicating things even more with Derek?" Allison frowned.

"Nope.. Cause things aren't complicated. Never were," She smirked, totally freaking Stiles out. Though he wasn't the only one who was freaked out.

"Okay...then," Stiles muttered, Jackson snickering to himself.

"She's totally high," Scott muttered.

"That or she finally got dicked down," Jackson snickered. "Ow! Lydia!"

"Well, at least she's still violent," Allison shrugged.

"Ugh, this is really eating away at me!" Stiles groaned as him and Scott walked down the hallway, school having ended for the day. "I mean, after Derek left, Theo just completely passed out and he got his nasty drool all over my shirt,"

"Dude, if you had moved in with me and Danny like I told you to, you wouldn't have this problem," Scott sighed, Stiles rolling his eyes at that.

"No way, I would try to kill you after three days of living with you," Stiles frowned, Scott clutching at his chest as if he were in pain.

"Dude, we're best friends. Living together would be freaking paradise," Scott frowned, Stiles scoffing at that.

"Yeah, I'll pass on that 'paradise',"

"Whatever," Scott pouted, heaving a sigh. "Oh yeah, do you wanna go get tacos? I'm really in the mood for mexican food right now,"

"Dude, I'm broke right now and so should you be,"

"Wait why?"

"Because I work and you don't"

"True.. But I live on campus unlike you,"

"Okay, you have a point, but is your mom sending you money every month really something to brag about,"

"Low blow dude," Scott pouted, Stiles silently adding a point for himself. "Oh, but I'm not the one who has to talk to derek in three seconds,"

"Dude that's not even a b- Wait, what? Scott, where are you going? "Stiles rushed as his best friend walked off, leaving Stiles confused.

"Hey Stiles," If you said Stiles actually jumped, you sir would be a liar.

"H-hey Derek," Stiles breathed out, turning to see the man himself standing there, a small grin on his face. Oh god, such a beautiful view, though Stiles could think of some equally beautiful views- wait, Derek's talking.

"Hey, are you doing anything right now?" Derek questioned, the teen's mouth falling half way open as he tried to catch the question that floated in the air.

"N-no," Stiles managed out, coughing roughly, trying to disguise the utter freak out he was going to have in a few seconds. "W-why?"

"You wanna walk with me? To the parking lot I mean," Derek gestured, Stiles almost nodding immediately at the offer of a lifetime.

"Cool," Derek hummed, starting to walk, Stiles falling in sink with him. What did he want to talk about? What could he possibly have to talk about with Stiles? "Uhm, sorry about last night..." Derek muttered, not looking at Stiles.

"What? Why are you apologizing? "Stiles frowned, looking at him in confusion, watching the way Derek shrugged his shoulders.

"I mean, I kind of left pretty fast and I don't know- I was kind of uncomfortable..." Derek frowned, glancing at Stiles as they made it to the parking lot, walking along the side of cars as they kept talking.

"Th-that was... What you saw," Stiles breathed, searching desperately for the answer he so badly needed. This is his chance to tel him. To explain everything. "You shouldn't apologize for," Stiles frowned. Crap, totally not what he wanted to say.

"I was a dick..." Derek frowned as they reached his car, Stiles suddenly feeling irritated. Crap, now Derek was feeling bad because he couldn't grow some balls and just say it. Just say-

"He's not real!" Stiles blurted out, wedging himself between Derek and his car before the tall, beauutiful man could open the door.

"Who?" Derek frowned and crap, Stiles didn't specify, his resolve and confidence slowly dissolving.

"Uhm, my... my boy..." Stiles trailed, his heart beating like crazy as Derek got closer, Stiles back against the car now as Derek stared at him intently, waiting for him to answer.

"Stiles?"

"He- uh... Theo isn't my uhm, he's not my boy...friend..." Stiles drawled, Derek slowly shaking his head in confusion.

"I don't get it... That wasn't your boyfriend?"

"N-no... Like,I may have.. Oh god how do I put this... I lied," Stiles breathed out, Derek's face scrunching up in confusion as Stiles stood there, the desperate need to move taking hold of him. God he wanted to run he was so embarrassed. "I don't have a boyfriend.. He never exsisted..." Stiles uttered and it was quiet for a long time, his eyes averted to the ground, unable to look Derek in the eye. God, he was such an idiot. He shouldn't have said anything.

"heh," He probably thinks he's a fre- Wait, did Derek just laugh? Stiles looks up, eyes wide with confusion as he stares, watching Derek laugh, his lips spread into the wide smile, his perfect white teeth on full display and Stiles should be getting a boner right now, but he can't do anything but stare in utter confusion. Was he laughing at him? Should he be offended?

"S-sorry," Derek breathes out, biting back his laughter as he looks at Stiles with this soft, amuzed gaze that makes Stiles want to die and live all at the same time. "It's just.." Derek trailed, suddenly leaning in closer, Stiles heart tripping over itself as that look of amusement in his eyes slowly turned darker, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as his fingers lightly grazed Stiles chin.

Woah, what is happening right now? What the hell is going on?

"I was wondering how long you'd squirm like that?" Derek muttered softly. Wait, something is different, his voice is different. What happened to the sunshine and warmth in his voice, why is it more like a rainy day with a tornado warning? Stiles could feel his heart jump into his throat despite the confusion that rendered his mind useless as Derek ran his fingers through Stiles hair, this mischevious grin on his face as he toyed with the male. "You shouldn't lie to your crush Stiles... It's not nice," Derek mumbled a 'holy fuck' moment washing over Stiles.

"W-wait, you knew?" He muttered dumbly, Derek grinning at that as he nodded gently, Stiles finding it hard to focus as Derek's thumb grazed along his bottom lip.

"Though I gotta say, seeing that guy rub all on you really pissed me off," Derek frowned, traping Stiles between him and the car. "But you'll make it up to me, right?" Derek whispered, Stiles brain officially melting. Where did the sweet and nice Derek go? The one who was tutoring Stiles and helped him out when his shop was in the Jeep. What happened to that sweet and nice Derek?

"W-wait," Stiles breathed out, though it didn't really matter what he said as Derek closed the distance between them, his hand gripping firmly at Stiles' jaw as he kissed the teen, their lips connecting in this deep kiss, Stiles entire body breaking down as he felt the warm sensation of Derek's tongue run across his bottom lip, before nipping it playfully. Okay, this is a dream. Or a nightmare? No, we're just gonna stick with dream. Maybe if Stiles just closes his eyes and open them-

Nope, he's still there and now he's pulling away- wait why? Not that Stiles is complaining or anything, but just for the record, he didn't have to stop kissing Stiles, that wasn't something he had to do right away or anything.

"Did I break you?" Derek mumbled, Stiles sort of just gawking at him. "Sorry if I shocked you there.. I just hate when people try to play with what's mine," Derek muttered, Stiles nearly choking on the word

"Mine?" Stiles breathed out, surprised he could find his voice as he tried to understand what was going on. Wait, what the hell was happening right now?