roscoe ; stiles stilinski

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Noah left Rose and Stiles to continue their studying after they'd finished the huge pizza he'd ordered, they both ended up falling asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks and pieces of paper with scribbled handwriting on.

Stiles woke up the next morning with his arms wrapped around Rose, he could feel her chest rising and falling calmly as she slept— for a moment he didn't want to get up, he wanted to stay like that all day, but he knew if he did it would make things awkward for them. Instead he slowly removed his arm from around her and shuffled away from her slightly.

It was the weekend and the only plans Stiles had were to take her shopping for her own clothes and he also knew he should buy her a mobile phone just in case something like the previous day happened and he could contact her directly.

Rose soon began to stir, rubbing her tired eyes as she looked around the room she'd fallen asleep in. She turned over and faced Stiles who was staring up at the ceiling, she stared at him in confusion, "did we fall asleep studying?"

Stiles turned his head towards her slightly, "yeah."

"Oh," Was all she replied before sitting up, "don't we have school today?"

"Nope. It's the weekend, no school on weekends." Stiles said, letting out a relieved sigh.

Rose nodded, "so what do you usually do on weekends?"

"Um..." Stiles struggled to think of something that didn't make him sound like a nerd for watching Star Wars every weekend, "I hang out with my friends..."

"Are you hanging out with them today?" She asked.

"Oh, um, no... I was hoping to hang out with you today— I thought we could go shopping and buy you some essentials like clothes." He said as he sat up, running his hand through his messy brown hair.

Rose smiled slightly, "that sounds like fun, Stiles."

"Really?" He asked, surprised.

She nodded, "I like hanging out with you."

Stiles couldn't help but smile at her statement, but their conversation was cut short when Noah walked in to the living room.

"Hey kids, I heard you're going shopping?" He looked between them, raising his eyebrows as he wondered why they were still downstairs in last nights clothes but he decided not to ask.

"That's right, dad." He replied.

Noah grabbed his wallet from one of the cabinets and handed Stiles two fifty dollar notes.

"Dad I can't accept this... it's too much." Stiles said, attempting to shove it back into his dads hand.

"No it's not, if Rose is here to stay she deserves her own luxuries." He said, offering her a warm smile which she returned.

"Thank you, sir." She said.

"Please, call me Noah." He replied, chuckling slightly.

Stiles reluctantly accepted the money, before asking for one more favour, "could drop us off at the mall?"

"Son I have to get to work..." Noah began, but he quickly changed his mind, "if you can be ready in ten minutes I'll take you — don't be late."

"Alright!" Stiles exclaimed, jumping up and rushing upstairs, gesturing for Rose to follow him.

Before their time was up they were both downstairs, ready. Noah dropped them off at the mall before heading to work.

Despite having one hundred dollars off of his dad, Stiles had also broken into his piggy bank and taken some of his savings for emergencies.