3rd P.O.V
After a desastrous attempt at getting Allison's necklace and almost changing because of Jackson, Scott decided that it was better for Kylie to go with Stiles after school. And thta, my friends, is why Kylie was now in Stiles' room, watching Stiles and waiting for him to notice the other familiar figure in his room.
"Hey, Stiles!" His dad called him.
"Yo, D-Derek?" Stiles said, finishing his sentence as a question.
He had just noticed the Werewolf standing in his room. Derek placed his finger against his lips angrily and pointed towards the door. Stiles got the message and ran to the door.
"What'd you say?" His dad asked.
"What? I said: Yo, D-Dad."
"Oh, well, listen, I've got a few things I've gotta take care of, but, uh, I'm gonna be there tonight for your first game." Sheriff said.
Stiles had a little smile after hearing that even if he was trying to keep his cool.
"For my first game? Uh, great! Awesome! Uh, good..." Stiles rambled.
His dad gave him a soft smile.
"I'm very happy for you and I'm very proud of you." He said.
"Thanks. Me too, I'm very happy... and proud... of myself." Stiles replied, pausing his sentence at certain places awkwardly.
"So, they're really gonna let you play?"
"Yeah, Dad, I'm first line."
The two awkwardly smiles at each other.
"I'm very proud." Mr. Stilinski repeated.
"Me too again." Stiles answered.
Stiles' dad leaned forward and hugged his son, causing Stiles to awkwardly try to do it back.
"Oh, me too. Again, I'm-Huggie-Huggie, huggie."
His dad looked at him weirdly.
"See you there. You too, Kylie!" He said loud enough for the cub to hear.
A small sound was heard from inside the room.
"Take it easy." Stiles said as his dad walked away.
Then, Stiles walked back inside his room and was pinned against his door by Derek while Kylie watched amused.
"If you say one word-" Derek started, pointing a finger in the hyperactive's face.
"Yeah, you mean like, Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun?" Stiles cut him off.
The two stared at each other in silence for a while.
" Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles stated, hitting Derek's shoulder.
Derek gave him a look that could kill, nodded and replaced Stiles' jacket. Stiles did the same, but when he tried to move away, Derek stomped at him.
"Oh my god." Stiles said, startled.
Stiles then walked to his chair and sat down. Kylie who had gotten bored was rummaging around his room, trying to find something interesting.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked.
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." Stiles explained.
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