I'll Be Your Batman

Chapter 17: Responsibilities

"Favorite food?" I ask, walking into Stiles' house as soon as he opens the door.

"Oh. Hello Derek, nice to see you. Please come in." Stiles says sarcastically.

I cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to answer.

"Curly fries, obviously."

"Obviously. Favorite color?" I ask, sitting on the couch.

Stiles sighs and takes a seat next to me.

"Blue."

I hum and look around his house. I haven't got to study it too much. Thinking back, I've never seen Stiles' room.

"I want to see your room." I say, as Stiles' cheeks turn pink.

"Alright." He stands up and I follow him upstairs.

He stands awkwardly in the doorway of his room, waiting for me to walk in. I do, and am immediately struck with the strong scent of Stiles. I have to pause.

"What is it?" Stiles asks.

"Nothing just. . . you're very strong here."

"Huh?" Stiles asks, walking into my line of vision.

"Your scent. It's very strong."

"Oh. Sorry."

I laugh. "It's nothing to apologize for, you can't say you're sorry for smelling so appetizing." I tease. I look back towards his room. He has baby blue walls, black furniture, and a batman bed spread. Along with that, he has several posters hanging up, some of batman, and some of lacrosse players.

"Fan of batman?" I ask.

"Duh." Stiles says as if I just asked the most stupid question ever.

"You know." I stroke my chin. "I'm a big fan of superman. . ."

"Dude. You are not seriously comparing batman and superman right now."

I laugh and take a seat on his bed, while Stiles remains in front of me.

"Is your father working?" I ask. Stiles crosses his arms and nods.

"When will he back?"

Stiles glances at the clock. "A couple hours."

"Good." I say.

Stiles' cheeks turn pink again.

"Um. Why is that good?" I stand up and walk closer to Stiles.

"Because," I step closer. "You need some serious practice," I trail my fingertips over Stiles' cheek. "On your lacrosse skills."

With that, I walk out the door and head outside, stunning Stiles.

I hear him soon though, calling out my name.

"Dude! Derek! That was so not cool!"

Once outside, I grab the lacrosse sticks and balls, ignoring Stiles for the moment.

"You can't do stuff like that to me!"

"What stuff?" I ask innocently.

"I am a teenage boy, with raging hormones! You can't just act like you're going to do something and then walk off! I mean I know I may be lacking in several departments, and I always figured Lydia would help me with some, but trust me, I am open to help from you as well, I mean, look at you!"

"First of all, did you just admit that I'm attractive to you, to your raging hormones?" I air quote. "And second, who the hell is Lydia?" I put down the lacrosse sticks and cross my arms.