Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Any Stile Of Hat{1}

Any Stile Of Hat by Sushi Chi
{Two Parts}

Derek was glad that he and Laura didn't live too far away from each other, he could walk to her place and back whenever she had a problem. Like when her sink had broke. And her microwave. And when her door handle fell off. Laura was a leader, that was apparent, but she also had the worst luck with her household appliances, plumbing and electricity. Luckily Derek could usually fix them without much hassle.

He wasn't paying much attention to the people around him as he walked back to his apartment from her's, but then he heard a familiar laughter. Panic over taking him, he looked up and spotted Kate. Laura usually called her "that crazy ass insane ex and what the hell did you ever seen in her?" He always pointed out that when they started dating he didn't realize how psychotic she was. You date people to get to know them, and he got to know her. And her dungeon she had her basement, which she had locked him in for some torture and sex.

Which, yeah. No.

Never again.

What was Kate even doing in the area? Last he knew she moved across the country to torment other poor, unfortunate souls. Not that he was going to stop and chat with her, instead he ducked into the closest shop to hide out until she wasn't around.

Because he didn't trust her to obey the restraining order.

Derek blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting of the shop. Looking around he saw that it was some sort of hat shop. Shrugging, he stepped in to look around. The decor was over all calm, with neutral colors, but every so often, there was something out of place. A little spark of personality. A weird painting on the wall or a hat rack that was bright pink. The mesh of the neutral and the wild shouldn't have worked, but Derek thought it did.

While Derek was looking at some rather well made black hats, a kid skidded into the room. Actually, he wasn't a kid, but he had to have been in his early twenties if anything. "Customer! Hello. Greetings and salutations. Hi."

Derek raised his eyebrows, "Hey."

"Oh, looking at my black hats, I see. that's 'd look great in black hats. I figure. I mean," the kid started saying, arms moving about to add emphasis to words that didn't need any emphasis, "you look great right now in your black shirt and dark blue pants that oh my they hug don't they." He laughed nervously, "And that leather jacket is just- what I mean is. Hello and welcome to my shop. Anything I can help you with?"

Derek stared at him for a few seconds. This kid was something else. He also wished he'd risked running into Kate. Instead he got told that he was wearing tight pants. Lovely. "Your shop?"

The kid nodded, "Yeah, see, I'm Stiles?" He pointed to his name tag, which had gold star stickers all over it, "And that's the name of the shop? I also make all the hats myself, so if you want to order one, I do custom orders too. And I do kind of want to measure your head because it's a nice head. Well, your face. And other stuff." He licked his lips, "S'nice."

Did he just run from one crazy person to another? Fantastic. "I don't need a custom hat."

"And although you'd look smoking a black hat, and clearly it'd go with your attire," Stiles started, gesturing to Derek's clothes, "what you need is to mix it up. Add some color and stuff, because that could just make things pop, y'know? I know you know." He nodded.

"I think I'll stick with black." Derek said.

"No." Stiles replied, grabbing Derek's arm and pulling him further into the shop, "I mean, sure you can buy a black hat, but you must try on these other hats. And buy those as well. Because I think you could pull off the weird looking hats. They would look magical on you, y'know? Can I take your picture?"