Turning Year

Chapter 19: Derek's Own Ceremony

"Derek!"

"Huh-wha?" Derek asked, confused. When his eyes were fully open and adjusted to the bright morning light, he saw Stiles was straddling him, yelling his name.

"Wake up! Well, I guess you're woken up now. Anyways, get up, we have stuff to do!" Stiles started to climb off, but Derek gripped his hips and flipped them over. He burried his head in Stiles' neck, and groaned.

"Can't we just lay here all day?" Derek mumbled.

"While that doesn't sound like a bad idea, no. I want to start getting this house cleaned up, and besides, you're ceremony is today!" Stiles said. Derek froze. He completely forgot.

"Come on!" Stiles said, gently slapping Derek's arm. "Let's go!" Derek rolled off of Stiles with a groan, but still didn't get up until Stiles started tugging on his arm so hard he felt like he was going to dislocate it.

"Alright, alright!" Derek got up and yawned.

He followed Stiles inside to the kitchen.

"What's for breakfast, honey?" Derek said sarcastically.

"I am not your slave. . . pancakes, I picked them up while you were sleeping." Derek mentally cheered and moved towards the take out box Stiles slid on the counter.

He took a seat and grabbed his pancake, taking a huge bite out of it.

"You know, there are such things as utensils." Stiles said, smirking.

Derek looked up with his mouth still connected with the pancake. He bit the rest of it off, then set the pancake down.

"Oh yeah." Derek grabbed a fork and knife, then spread some butter and poured some syrup.

"So I figure we can work on the master bedroom, then go to your ceremony, then come back and work some more."

Once they were done eating, they headed upstairs. Stiles stood still for a moment, contemplating what he wanted to do first.

"Alright, I'm going to continue with the bed, you can start taking apart and wiping down the furniture." Stiles said. Derek got working immediately, unbothered by the fact that Stiles kept giving him tasks. He would do anything, as long as he was with Stiles.

Stiles carried the wad of pillows, sheets, and blankets that he had stripped off last night and carried them in a wad downstairs.

He then started to try and move the mattress, which proved to be very heavy, and Derek watched silently, trying not to laugh.

"Need some help?" Derek finally asked.

Stiles nodded his head, panting. Mattresses should not be this difficult to move.

"You grab that end, I'll grab this one, then turn it on it's side."

Stiles did as Derek said, and started walking towards the door. They made it out successfully, but there was a different story when they got to the stairs.

"Okay, now turn." Derek said. Stiles moved to the side, but his foot got caught on the side post. He wobbled and let go to the mattress, which therefore made Derek wobble and let go as well. They watched as it tumbled down the stairs and landed quietly.

"Well at least it didn't break anything." Stiles said, looking towards Derek, who rolled his eyes and walked back into the master bedroom.

Once the bed was only a frame, Stiles began to wipe it down, while Derek continued with the dresser and bed side tables. The furniture was old and beautiful, they were both glad they had the chance to keep it.