𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 | 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘶

number eight

,,I'm just saying that they want us to find them. It's always like this- people get kidnapped, we find them, they negotiate, they threaten us, we fight, and we get our friends back," Stiles said as they were on the road, heading back.

,,I know, but the fact they would first rush us into Mexico? It doesn't sit right with me. There was no one at all waiting for us, no one attacked us, no one showed up, it was just an old church, that somehow had something to do with my family, which I'm gonna have to investigate further when we get back," Derek replied, turning at Stiles.

,,That you will do," Stiles pointed his finger at him, looking ahead. ,,I don't understand why you and your family are always somehow connected to all this mess," he shook his head.

,,What's that supposed to mean?" Derek spat out.

,,What? N-nothing-"

,,You know, Stiles, I've been asking myself this question for a long time and I got no answer at all. It's really starting to get annoying so if you wanna help me figure it out, you're welcome to do that because I sure am helpless!" Derek snapped. Stiles sighed frustratedly.

,,I didn't mean it like that. It was a rhetorical question. We're on the same team, Derek, you're not my enemy. I am not attacking you."

Derek paused and parted his lips to say something else but he stopped himself. He swallowed.

,,I-" he blinked. ,,You-you're right. I'm- sorry," he mumbled quietly and cleared his throat.

,,You could at least consider the option that people might actually wanna help you sometimes... That people might actually care about you and... you don't have to push them away you know," Stiles said quietly, eyes fixed on the road.

Derek shivered at those words. They terrified and comforted him at the same time. He decided not to respond since Stiles knew he heard him and if he spoke, his voice would probably break and he didn't need that right now.

So they found themselves sitting in the familiar emotionless silence once again.

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,,Just do whatever, I don't care," Derek spat out when Stiles informed him he would have the first shower.

Aaand, he's moody again, great.

,,Okay? Just informing you, Jesus," the boy rolled his eyes.

,,Well, don't, I don't care," the sourwolf threw his bag beside his bed.

,,Yeah, well I do! I don't want you barging in while I'm in there," Stiles said coldly.

,,If you're not here, where else would you be? And I'd hear the water running, remember? I have a supernatural hearing ability?"

,,I don't know, Derek, I could be kidnapped or something. Whatever, I'm taking the shower," Stiles gave up and took what he needed from his bag.

What's with him and this kidnapping thing? he wanted to ask, but instead, he blurted out:

,,I don't care."

,,Okay, you're just repeating yourself at this point," Stiles disappeared into the bathroom.

Derek crashed himself on his bed.

Why does he keep doing this?

Why does he start these completely pointless arguments with Stiles?

He's been so nice to him and yet, Derek is still being a jerk to him.

,,Ugh," he sighed frustratedly as he rubbed his eyes.