Rhythm

Part 6

The doorbell rang, and you clamored down the steps before your parents could reach the door. "I'll get it!" You yelled, stumbling slightly as you took the steps two at a time, skidding to a stop in front of the door before smoothing your hair quickly.

You saw your dad eyeing you from the doorway, and you shrugged your shoulders. "What?" He walked into the kitchen to join your mother, shaking his head.

Swinging the door open, you came face to face with a brooding Stiles.

"Oh, don't look like such a sourwolf. You're getting free food out of this."

His glare only intensified, making you smile.

Your parents had wanted to finally have a dinner with you and your "boyfriend" of four months. Malia didn't even care at this point. The two of you had an unspoken bond, and all it took was a look from you and a wave of her hand, and the clearance had been given, despite a thoroughly confused looking Stiles.

"I resent that comment," you heard a familiar voice say behind Stiles, and looking up, your eyes grew wider at the sight of Derek, grinning like an idiot.

Stiles gestures behind him, his face still creased. "Now do you see why my face is like this?"

Stepping outside, you closed the door behind you, talking quietly. "Derek, what the hell-"

"He insisted on being my ride." Stiles said grimly.

"What happened to Roscoe?"

"Derek."

You leveled your gaze on the alpha's face. "What did you rip out this time?"

Holding up a set of keys beside his face, he grinned like a school boy. "These."

Suddenly Stiles leapt for the key ring with a small war cry, only to be swatting at air as Derek easily tucked them away behind his back, smiling over your shoulder. "Hello!"

Turning, you came face to face with your parents, the door held wide open. How was everyone sneaking up on you today?

"Mom, dad, this is Stiles." You grabbed his hand, pulling him in with a smile plastered on both of your faces. Derek's heart began to beat rapidly, the smell of jealousy and anger coming off of him in waves, and you wanted to smirk. Serves him right for being an overprotective little- You tried to kick the door closed, slightly miffed at Derek, but your father caught it just in time.

"Who's this?"

Looking over your shoulder, meeting Derek's expectant eyes as he played the part of innocent bystander, you snarled slightly, catching the slightest lift of the corner of his mouth. "Oh. Sorry. This is Derek. He just gave Stiles a ride, today. He was just leaving-"

"Nonsense!" Your mother said, and you could swear you heard Derek snicker softly. And Stiles groan under his breath. "You'll stay for dinner!"

"Oh, no, I couldn't-"

"Yes you can, and you will!" She said, pulling him inside, but you intercepted, releasing Stiles' hand and taking Derek's arm from your mother's grip.

"Okay, but first, can you show me that thing you said you brought?" Derek looked at you with knit eyebrows. "You said it was in your trunk? Outside? In your car?"

"Oh! Yes, I saw him put it there," Stiles said, catching on. "I'll come, too."

Your parents looked beyond confused, but you just smiled and pulled the door shut as you all made your way out to the car. Opening the trunk, as soon as it was up, you leaned into Derek. "What the hell?! You are not staying! This is ridiculous!"