The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! (Sterek)

Chapter 2

Stiles Stilinski wakes up on Sunday morning feeling like he's just had one of the most heavenly dreams. A dream about dating, holding hands, and kissing one steaming pile of hotness called Derek Hale.

He stretches his body and turns his head to the side, the frowny face of a wolf plushie greets him. Django.

Ha! He was dating, holding hands, and kissing one steaming pile of hotness named Derek Hale last night.

Derek had promised to see him today as well. Stiles mentally high-fives himself. To be honest, part of him was secretly insecure about his lack of charm would make Derek change his mind.

He grabs his phone from the bedside table, he already has few texts waiting. Scott's, Isaac's, Lydia's, and oh God, Derek's.

Stiles' heart leapt as he skipped the others and opened Derek's first. He doesn't even feel guilty about it.

[Morning, Snowball.]

Stiles smiles under the cocoon of his blanket.

[morning grumpy sry i jst woke up ;) x]

Stiles closes his eyes and enjoys the peaceful morning. His phone vibrates.

[Stiles, would you type the words properly? And what is the 'x'? Is it a code?]

Stiles laughs, he can visualize the bitchiness in Derek's voice and the annoyed frown.

[no i wudn't and no x isn't a code it means i sen t u a kiss see? xxx]

Stiles replies to the texts from the others while waiting for Derek's reply. Scott asked where he is, Isaac asked if he'll join the pack lunch this afternoon, and Lydia only said that they need to talk. Stiles tells Scott that he's home and sends the reply to Isaac that he will join the lunch when Derek's reply comes in.

[At least use punctuation marks, Stiles. My head starts to get dizzy. I see. Well, then. xxx]

Stiles presses his face to the pillow to contain his stupid grin. His heart bursts in silly happiness. He can't believe the constipated darkened soul is my default setting Derek Hale just sent him cute texts.

If other people do it, Stiles wouldn't sweat it. But this is Derek Hale. Derek and Cute had never met before.

Stiles is typing his reply when Lydia's number popping on the homescreen.

"Hello?"

"Stiles, why didn't you reply to my texts?"

"Why, good morning to you, my stunning, brilliant, Queen."

There's silence from the other line, and Stiles can picture Lydia narrowing her eyes. Stiles is afraid of her.

"And where did you go last night? You missed pack night, and so did Derek. We couldn't find him. His phone was off. Your phone was off. We couldn't contact any of you. We all went to the cinema."

"I had...things to do," Stiles weakly explained.

Long silence again.

"Uh huh. And what was that? Scott told us you visited some family. But the funny thing is, since your mobile was off, I called your house while I was in the ladies room. Your father was home..."

Stiles gulps. "Uhh—"

"...and when I asked him where you were, he said you were picked up by Derek Hale. On Saturday night. Without telling the others. Is there something you want to tell me, Stiles? Or should I start with my hypothesis?"

Bullseye.

Stiles laughs nervously. "Well, you see, Lyds. I, uh—we were kinda busy..."

Stiles tells Lydia about Derek's blocking his way out after pack meetings, Derek's confession, leaving the kissing part, his own reaction to it, and their amazing first date.