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The apartment is an utter and complete mess. There are boxes everywhere, some of them open, with their content scattered around the floor and every other surface. The furniture is distributed around the room without any kind of order whatsoever – there’s a desk chair next to the couch, a bookcase in front of the TV… Derek is contemplating all of his life choices at the moment. How can they have so much stuff?
“Weren’t Scott and Isaac supposed to come help us?” he asks while he tries to move the desk into its place in a corner of the living room. Try being the operative word here because Stiles is currently organizing their DVDs and Derek may be strong but he only manages to move the desk a couple of inches by himself.
“Yeah, that’s what they said,” Stiles answers putting the DVDs on one of the shelves. Derek doesn’t know what order he’s following to put Terminator next to A walk to remember but he doesn’t dare to ask. “They probably forgot.”
Derek makes a face. There’s no doubt in his mind that that’s what happened. He’s also pretty sure of why exactly Isaac and Scott forgot but he rather not think about that.
“Well, if you wanted our apartment to look remotely like a home by today you’re going to be disappointed,” he says.
“Don’t be so negative! I think the hardest part is already over!”
Derek looks around the room raising his eyebrows. “There’s nothing over – our toothbrushes are on the kitchen sink.”
“But all of our stuff is already in the apartment! I must admit I wasn’t sure everything was going to fit…”
“I’m not so sure it does. Maybe we’ll have to sleep on the hall to make a place for everything.”
“If I had known that you would be so grumpy about this I would have called Lydia for help. Everything would be perfect and in its right place already.”
“I’d like to see Lydia move the bookcase,” Derek mutters glaring at the offending piece of furniture. And now that he thinks about it, it doesn’t look so bad where it is – sure, it’s in front of one of the windows but Derek thinks that he can learn to live without sunlight if that means that he doesn’t have to try to move the bookcase by himself.
Stiles ignores him and jumps with triumph. “Well, the DVDs are already in their place!”
“Good, now maybe you can help me with the heavy stuff?”
“You know, I think now would be a good time to order a pizza…”
“Stiles!” Derek glares at him. “We can’t leave the place like this.”
“Sure we can – the bed is already in place and that’s all we need. We’ll just finish it tomorrow. Maybe by then our horrible friends would have stopped fucking long enough to remember about us and they’ll come help.”
Derek sighs. The fact that it actually sounds like a good plan right now gives away how exhausted he is.
“Alright.”
Stiles smiles like he already knew that he was going to cave (he did – Derek is a pushover with him) and heads towards the bedroom. Derek stretches his sore muscles. The idea of lying down is getting more attractive by the second. Maybe he can convince Stiles to give him a massage…
“Um, Derek?” comes Stiles’ voice from the bedroom. “Where’s the mattress?”
Derek looks around. “It’s not in there?” he asks even though he already knows the answer.
“If it was in there do you think I would be asking you where it is?”
Derek groans out loud. Of course they forgot to move the most important thing. That’s just their life.