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“Come on Stiles, you haven’t gone out with us in like, forever!”
Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott, he couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t, at this moment Scott was sprawled across stiles bed, arm thrown over his head acting like the world was coming to an end, which it wasn’t not even close.
Now don’t get him wrong, he did understand Scott’s argument. It had been quite a while since Stiles had hung out with him, but he had a good reason!
He did!
And it had nothing to do with the fact that the last three times Scott had asked to go out, he consequently also invited his step brother. His arrogant, strong, attractive step brother.
Really it didn’t!
Last week he had to reorganize his room and then there was his drawers that needed going through, and of course then the rest house needed cleaning. He was a busy guy!
That lead him to today, sitting at his desk chair trying to come up with a good enough excuse to not have to spend the night with Mr. Perfect and his followers, but he could tell Scotty was not buying it. Especially since he wanted to go to the Beacon Hills Theater tonight to see a movie that Stiles had been talking nonstop about all week.
"Scott, I told you I just can’t tonight.” exasperation was dripping from his voice, but it wasn’t genuine.
The young werewolf took his arm of his eyes and leaned up on his elbow, narrowing his eyes at the human, “So, if I told you that Derek wasn’t going to go tonight….”
Stiles looked up from his desk, where he was picking at a red paint stain. He copied Scott’s expression, having learned from the past that just because Scott had said that, it didn’t mean that it was true. So, he stayed on the defensive trying to keep his face neutral, his heart steady, and his voice firm.
“I would say that I am still busy tonight.”
Scott let out growl and sat up completely on Stiles bed, hands scrubbing through his shaggy hair, “Come on Stiles, what am I supposed to do? Derek just moved into town and I haven’t seen him in six months. Why can’t you just come with us to the movies?”
Ah, you see, there it is, Stiles felt his heart drop in his chest. He had been right; Scott had invited Derek.
Looking away, Stiles turned his chair back towards his desk and away from Scott, he focused on the Deadpool cover he had on his computer, “I’m busy Scott…”
He let the sentence hang, knowing exactly what Scott was going to do.
From behind him, he heard a growl then Scott’s footfalls as he walked out of the room, followed by the door slamming closed. Stiles winced as the hinges rattled from the force of the slam, but otherwise didn’t move. He stayed where he was solely focused on his computer which was an actual feet within its self. With his ADHD, it used to be very difficult for him to focus on anything for very long, but then Scott got bit and their town became a literal beacon for the supernatural.
So, Stiles learned to focus.
Not that Scott noticed or really anyone.
His dad noticed but that was it.
The thought of his dad made him smile and shake himself out of his trance. Mr. Stilinski was the reason Stiles was busy tonight. he was going to make dinner for his Dad. Like an actual dinner. One that didn’t involve anything in a box or a can…. or involved reading a menu.
The grin stayed on his face as he trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. As he started to prepare dinner he allowed himself to fall back into his trance as he sliced veggies and cooked chicken. That was another thing that Scott didn’t know.
Stiles could cook.
Granted lately he really hadn’t had the time, what with school and fighting Creature every weekend, but before all that had happened… When Stiles wasn’t sleeping over at the McCall house or Scott was sleeping at casa le Stilinski, Stiles would have normally cooked dinner for his overworked father. The smile slipped form his face, as he recalled all the healthy dinners he had put together for his father in an attempt to show him eating healthy wasn’t so bad. That seemed so long ago.
Now the normal was takeout in the living room, but Stiles was trying to remedy that.
He had just finished stirring the chicken into the stir-fry when he heard the front door open. He smiled again when his father walked into the kitchen with his nose in the air.
When his eyes hit Stiles, they warmed in a way that made Stiles whole body relax. After they held each other’s gaze for a second, the older Stilinski saw the skillet and his eyes lit up even more.
“Please tell me that that is what I think it is?”
Stiles smirked at the hopeful glint that appeared in his father’s eyes, “Yep, spicy chicken stir-fry with fried rice.”
John set files down on the table then walked towards his son, throwing his arm around the boy in side hug. “Is there you have done recently that I need to know about?”
Stiles attempted to look affronted as he shrugged off his father’s arm and pointed the stirring spoon, still dripping with soy sauce, at his chest, “What I can’t prepare a nice dinner for my old man?”
John turned and dropped into one of the kitchen chairs, “Considering the last time you cooked was the dinner you tried to explain to me that your best friend was a werewolf, excuse me for being a little hesitant.”
Crap, had it really been that long?
Stiles pulled down plates from the cabinet and loaded up both plates with greasy fried rice and sauce covered chicken and veggies.
“I admit in the past I may have misused my talents for that one incident.” as he talked he carried the plates to the table.
His Dad cocked a brow and smirked as he turned in his chair to face Stiles across the table, “How about the time when you made double fudge brownies to cover up the fact that you wrecked a squad car."
Stiles snorted as he picked up his fork, “Pew, that purely coincidence. I just had a hankering for chocolate.”
Copying the actions of his son the older Stilinski speared a couple vegetables, then pointed them at his son, “Or the first time you wrecked your car and three plates of cookies appeared at my off-”
“Okay! So, I might have formed a pattern the last few months-”
His father smirked triumphantly.
“-but I that is going to change.”
That got his attention and the older man sent a meaningful look over to the teenager as he continued to eat, “Oh?”
Stiles started to shovel food into his mouth as he nodded his head rapidly.
“Yep, from now there will be more dinners like this one.”
John put down his fork and eyed his son. Stiles took another bite keeping his gaze level with his fathers. Trying to show with his eyes that he was serous.
“What about Scott?”
Stiles shrugged and dropped his eyes to his plate. he watched as his fork moved a limp piece of broccoli around the rice.
“He’s been busy lately, with Derek moving in.”
The sheriff eyebrows rose, and he leaned back in his chair, completely abandoning his food. “So, that’s why you are still here.”
Stiles looked up in confusion, “What do you mean by that?”
His father sent him a look, “Really Stiles, you think I wouldn’t catch what today is?”
Stiles just stared at his father.
“Stiles you have been waiting all month to see that movie, yet here you sit on opening night, alone with your old man.” his father leaned forward until his elbows rested on the worn table, “Not that I am complaining, but….”
Stiles shoulders dropped in defeat, of course his father would have seen all that. This was the one man that could always see through Stiles bullshit, every damn time.
When Stiles stayed stubbornly silent, his father nodded again, “I’m right, aren’t I? He Invited Derek.”
At the boy’s nod, Mr. Stilinski picked up his for once again, “I still don’t see why you don’t still go…. I mean have you even met Derek yet?”
Stiles pushed away from the table in a fit of nervous energy, “Yeah Dad, I did, and it was awful. He was all cool with a leather jacket and surrounded by his pack and here I am a scrawny human tagging along with Scott.”
As Stiles paced around the kitchen he watched as his father kept on eating like they were talking about the weather or something. Not about the fact that his BEST FRIEND WAS BEING STOLEN FROM HIM!
The sheriff watched his son paced and raised a single brow, “I know you Stiles, did you actually go over there and talk to him?”
That stopped the boy in his tracks.
“Of course, I…… well I mean I did go over there…”
His Dad nodded, “Right so you saw Scott’s step brother from a distance, made up your mind what he would be like, then you decided to avoid him.”
stiles sputtered, “No!”
When his father’s gaze sharpened he hung his head and slumped back into his seat, “Maybe….”
He watched as his father scraped his plate clean and ate his last bite before meeting the eyes of his son. “So, that settles it.”
Stiles foot started to tap under the table as his eyebrows furrowed, “Settles what?”
Standing up the Sheriff slapped his hand on his son’s shoulder as he carried his plate to the sink.
“You’re going to go see the movie tonight.”
Stiles jerked so hard in his seat he nearly fell of his chair, “Um, no I am not!”
“Yes, you are.” John’s voice was solid as he looked at his son.
“Dad, I already told Scott I wasn’t going.”
“And I’m telling you that you are.”
“Dad-”
“And if you don’t go I’m taking the jeep away”
Stiles starred helplessly at his father, “WHAT?”
His father looked at the clock above the stove, “Looks like you got about an hour before the movie starts, better go get ready.”
And with that, his father walked out of the kitchen. Stiles tripped over himself to follow him as he went into the living room and sank into his lazy boy.
Seeing that his son followed him the Sheriff rolled his eyes again, “Stiles as your father I am not letting you run from this situation. Go to the movie, meet Derek and hang out with Scott.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes, “No, you can’t force me to hang out with MY friends.”
The older man just shrugged and pulled the lever that lifted his feet into the air, “You’re right, but I can take your keys away.”
Stiles growled and while it did not sound like Scott’s he thought it was pretty impressive.
“You can’t be serious?”
His father had the gall to smirk at him, “As a heart attack.”
Oh, no he didn’t. He did not just use stiles own words against him. he can remember saying that same thing multiple times when trying to get his father to eat healthy. He stayed silent for a minute trying to think through his options. Not that he had any, he knew that look on his old man’s face. He was serious.
“Fine, I will go to the movie-”
The sheriff smiled.
“- but I most certainly will not talk to him”
Picking up the remote his father smiled, “Whatever you say, Bud.”
Stiles glared at his father on final time before making his way upstairs to change out of his oil stained clothes.
Thirty minutes later Stiles was standing in the theaters ticket line praying that Scott was already in the theater and wouldn’t see him come in. Despite what his dad thinks, Stiles is positive he is right about Derek. The guy acts so superior all the time and sure he is an Alpha but still have some humility.
Stiles had just bought his ticket when he turned around and saw them.
Ah shit!
They were all here.
All of them.
Stiles could make out six leather jackets and the tell tail jean green army jacket that belonged to Scott. Stiles sighed and pulled up his hood and walked to the concession line praying for a miracle.
Yea, great idea Stiles wear a bright red hoody, that’s not inconspicuous or anything.
Fuck, why is he even here. He could have just gone to the library or hell, he could have gone to the late-night coffee shop that just opened on main. It had free Wi-Fi and any caffeinated beverage you should desire. He smirked, yeah give him caffeine! Like that’s not going to go terribly wrong.
As he waited in line Stiles played on his phone, keeping his head down. Surprisingly he made it to the front of the line completely unnoticed and placed his order. As the Popcorn People, literally that’s what they were called, started to fill his order he started to relax. There was no way Scotty could sniff him out in this place, not with all the food and people moving around.
Grinning and beginning to relax he took is popcorn and drink before heading to a bench to wait for some of the people to head into the theater. He hated finding a seat then being stuck in a row, so he found waiting to be the best solution. Plus, some of the best seats are never taken because people would never try them.
He sighed, people were almost too predictable.
While waiting he pulled out his phone again and started playing a game. What happened next was totally the games fault. if he hadn’t been so focused on that he might have seen them heading his way and could have ducked his head or something but by the time he looked up he knew it was too late.
Just as he was beating his high score he heard, “Stiles!”
Stiles froze, then looked up and sure enough there was Scott along with six leather clad werewolves all walking passed him. Except Scott who had stopped right in front of the bench he was sitting on looking all sorts of excited which caused all the wolves to stop to look, and soon he had the attention of seven werewolves.
Stiles gulped, well shit.