Two of a Kind

The hot roommate

It was late, and Stiles still hadn't returned. Spencer was clearly worried. He kept checking his phone and shifting nervously in his seat. He'd attempted to call Stiles no less than three times over the past few hours.

"Does he normally do this?" Derek asked finally. He'd been trying to ignore the anxious twin, but he just couldn't.

"No," Spencer answered, looking relieved that Derek was showing concern as well.

"Would you like me to try and call him?" Derek offered.

"Would you?" Spencer asked eagerly.

Derek pulled out his phone, "What's his number?"

-

Stiles' phone rang once again. With a huff he pulled it out, expecting to see his brother's name. Only this time it was a number he didn't recognize. Normally he wouldn't answer a number he didn't know, but he'd had one too many shots and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Stiles, it's Derek," A gruff voice answered.

"Derek?" Stiles frowned, did he know a Derek? "Oh right, Derek, the hot roommate."

"Uh," Derek's tone shifted slightly, "You're uh, brother is worried about you."

"Tell him I'm not answering his calls for a reason. I'll be home when I get home," Stiles snapped.

"At least tell me where you are," Derek huffed in response.

"Some club, I dunno, the bartender is awesome, she's taking care of me," With that Stiles hung up.

-

"He hung up," Derek frowned down at the phone.

"I managed to track his phone to a bar just down the street," Spencer spoke typing away on his computer.

"You what?" Derek raised a brow.

"I hacked the server your call was on to track his location," Spencer gestured simply to the laptop.

"I thought your brother was better with that kind of thing?" Derek frowned.

"Are you kidding? I taught him everything he knows," Spencer snorted, "Anyway, he's at Bellevaire's."

"Oh, that's the bar Erica bartends at," Derek perked up then.

"Erica?" Spencer questioned.

"My best friend," Derek reminded him.

"I'm gonna go get him," Spencer grabbed his shoes.

"Wait, maybe I should go," Derek offered, "He said he was ignoring your calls for a reason."

Spencer sighed, "Yeah, alright. I'll work on my apology. Call if you need help."

Derek nodded as he made his way to the door.

The way to the bar Derek thought about what Stiles had called him. The hot roommate. He didn't realize Stiles found him attractive. He never hinted at it and he wasn't flirty at all. In fact, the first flirty mannerism he'd seen from Stiles was at Kai's party and that was only to make Jackson jealous. Still it stuck with him. It made him wonder if Spencer found him attractive as well. He didn't look anything like Jackson. Jackson had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Lighter features over all. Derek was more of a dark feature type. Black hair, green eyes. He assumed he wasn't Spencer's type. But perhaps he was Stiles'. He hadn't met an ex of Stiles'. He kind of wished he was Spencer's type instead of Stiles though.

"Derek," A female voice broke his train of thought as he reached the bar.

"Hey, Erica," Derek smiled at his best friend.