Snow in November

Chapter 5: Derek's a Dickhead

When Stiles awoke he was alone, but he could smell pancakes wafting in from the kitchen and smiled.

He yawned as he rose from the couch and slowly walked towards the kitchen. The sight in front of him trying not to laugh.

In front on the stove stood Peter covered in flour, he even had some on his nose.

"Dude, what in the hell are you doing?" Stiles asked him through his laughter.

Peter turned to face him with a smirk covering his face, "I was attempting to make you pancakes for breakfast. Though it seems I have lost my touch at this cooking thing. I mainly reheat, bake from frozen or eat take out." he told him while trying to scrap a almost black pancake from the pan.

Stiles smile was somewhat smug as he walked over, "Move it mister, let me show you how it's done."

Peter rolled his eyes but moved over. He watched as Stiles carefully measured and then stirred ingredients together.

Once it was well mixed he walked over to the stove and removed the still burning pan that Peter had left on the burner. He took it to the sink and washed it.

When he got back to the stove, he turned it to medium and took a ladle from the stand on the counter.

He carefully scooped up some batter and put it into the pan and waited.

"See how wasy that was? And I didn't even make a mess." he smirked at Peter who was starting to look annoyed.

Once the top started to bubble he flipped them and two minutes later he had a perfect pancake.

Peter huffed out and walked from the kitchen as Stiles finished making breakfast.

When it was finished, he set the table and walked back to the living room. "Hey grumpy pants, breakfast is ready so get your butt out here." he said and turned back to the kitchen.

Stiles had just put the first bite in his mouth when he phone started ringing. He ignored it and kept on eating. Not even a minute later his phone rang out again.

He rolled his eyes and dug it from his pocket. When he looked at the caller ID, he froze.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Where the fuck are you?" his fathers voice roared from the other end. Peter looked over at him, an angry expression on his face.

"I'm with Scott dad, didn't you see the note I left on my door this morning?"

"Yes I did Stiles, however that went out the window when Scott came over 5 minutes ago looking for you and said he hadn't seen you since last night. So how about you try that one again!" his father roared.

Stiles mentally cursed Scott.

"D..dad I just needed to get out OK. I'll be home l..later." he stuttered out.

"No you will fucking be home in 10 minutes. And if your any later then that you will be sorry!" his father screamed as he hung up.

Stiles didn't bother hitting the end button. He chucked his phone into the nearest wall and it busted into pieces.

"It doesn't matter if I made it there in five minutes! He would still beat me into the floor! Fucking asshole!" he screamed.

He couldn't control the anger that was coursing through him. He wanted to lash out and punch anything he could get his hands on.

Just as he was about to punch the wall, Peter was behind him, wrapping his arms around him.

"As much as I know you need some release, punching the wall and breaking your hand isn't going to do any good." he told him, tightening his hold.