One Night

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Stiles returned home to his fathers cruiser in the driveway. His dad had been frantic when he called and know he'd seemed to be missing a day of work. The teen returned for a quick shower and change of clothes so that he can head to school again, although the moment he saw his father that plan seemed to dwindle and disappear. The sheriff engulfed his son into a hug and pulled the boy to the kitchen.

"Jesus stiles! You scared the hell out of me boy!" Noah yelled more to himself in worry then at his son.

"Sorry dad, I left my phone in Derek's jacket and forgot to text you while we were watching the movie. It got late so I just stayed over at Allison's place."

"You were with Derek. As in Derek hale. The guy you accused of murder, twice." The sheriff snapped back warily.

"Well- that was a misunderstanding." Stiles chuckled out as he rubbed the back of his neck with a grin. "He showed up with Isaac, one of the runaways that ended up coming back. Derek kinda took him in."

The sheriff stared back at his son. His shock showing over his face in a mimic like way to Stiles's own shock. "Right. I don't want you near him. Not till I'm convinced it was a misunderstanding." Noah grimaced, scrunching up his face.

"Yeah, sure.." stiles answered as he kicked aimlessly at the floor, hands stuffing into his pockets with a cheek pushed out. His thoughts wondered to his fathers reaction if he'd know about the night of the full moon.

"Hey kid, I'm sorry. go ahead and get ready for school. I'll call you in late." Stiles' smile returned as his father patted his shoulder thankfully and sent off stiles. The teen rushing off to shower and dress for school.

    The teen rushed down the hall and into his room, flicking on the light and pulling up his shirt to toss it aside as he began to unbuckle his belt. He manages to at least get his clothes in his hamper and some blue jeans one size two big half way up his thighs before his window slides open scaring stiles. The man hops to turn and face his window to see Derek creeping half way through, his eyes glued to the teen with wide surprise. Stiles hopped again attempting to pull up his pants with a deep red spread across his cheeks and nose, reaching to each ear.

    "Jesus, what are you doing!" Stiles yelps as he watches the man look down and pull himself fully into his room. The man buttoned up his jeans and spun to gather a shirt, noting the fact that he needed a belt as well.

    "I thought you'd be with Scott already," Derek coughed out half embarrassed and half broody toned. Stiles settles with a black-gray t-shirt and a red flannel.

    "Thought I might change out of yesterday's clothes at the least." Derek watched stiles, who only has one arm through his flannel, gesture down at his new outfit. "Actually I meant to shower as well but it's fine- plans change." He mutters as he pulls on the red and brown flannel properly.

    The boy spins and bends forward not minding Derek at all despite the fact that his being here is completely out of the ordinary. Stiles pulls off his socks with ease- his shoes having already been toed off when he entered his room. Quickly he grabs a pair of socks and then snatched up an all white pair of large high top vans, spinning to make way for his bed before stopping and catching his eyes on Derek a second time. He opens his mouth to say something before his lips pinch closed again, stiles attempts to speak two more times before he huffs with defeat and practically stomps toward his bed where he drops down.