Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Message Received

Message Received by WeirdV
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Stiles smiles as he stretches out in his bed. He'd had a great night, finally getting some time off for the first time in weeks - celebrating after closing a very annoying case. He'd flirted with a girl, Nora something - he doesn't remember exactly, the place had been noisy - and gotten her number at the end of the night. She laughed a lot - warming up to him after coming across a bit distant at first. She couldn't stop laughing when she gave him her number, which was sort of weird at first. But she kissed his cheek and he was really liking his odds after that.

He pulls out his phone, scrolling through his phone to find the number named X, and sends off a text.

[...]

[Message received: Hi, it's me]

Derek frowns at his phone, thinking back for a moment as to who 'me' might be.

[Message received: I had a lot of fun last night]

Right. He'd met up with a few friends last night, and they'd introduced him to a potential client looking to perhaps order a commission.

[Message sent: Me too.]

[Message received: We should meet up again. When are you free?]

[Message sent: I'm free on weekends, you?]

[Message received: Not at the moment. Working weekends.]

[Message sent: I won't have time off during the week until at least a month.]

[Message received: We'll just have to wait, I suppose.]

[...]

Derek doesn't really get why the guy keeps texting him, but it's - okay. At first he goes along with it, hoping he won't back out of commissioning a painting of his, but after about a week he starts enjoying the conversation. The guy had been cute, to be honest. He was pretty sure his sister was trying to set him up - it wouldn't be the first time Laura pulled a stunt like that - but he had been cute. Honestly, Derek would've been fine with a one night stand. But then they started talking about art, and he'd said something about looking for a painting for his living room and - well.

After about three days he gets a strange text.

[Message received: what do you do for a living?]

[Message sent: I'm an artist, painter! Remember?]

[Message received: right, sorry!]

"What's wrong?" Cora asks from the couch as she notices her brother's confused frown, her knees pulled up her chin as she's watching a TV-show.

"This guy I've been texting, the one who was interested in commissioning a painting? He just asked me what I did for a living" he says, Cora looks up at him and grins widely, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing" she says, not remotely convincing, "Just - funny."

"Are you up to something?" he asks, Cora giggles and shakes her head, focusing on the TV again and ignoring her brother.

[...]

Derek's been inspired. He'd been painting a lot, almost non-stop - only pausing to reply to texts - in his studio. When Derek goes out for lunch that afternoon and takes out his phone, he realizes he hadn't even had a text that day. Which worries him for some reason.

[Message sent: Haven't heard from you yet! You okay?]

[Message received: Been better. It's my mom's birthday!]