Flirt Responsibly

Bi disaster

Paige knocked on Stiles' door the next morning, only to met with silence.

"Stiles, let me in. I know you're awake, I heard your alarm," Paige called through the door. Stiles had a habit of pouting if he was in a bad mood.

"Leave me to die," Stiles yelled back, though it sounded muffled. It was obvious he was buried beneath his blankets.

Paige opened the door to see she was right. There was nothing but a pile of blankets on the bed.

"Stiles."

"Stiles isn't here."

"And now the blankets are talking," Paige rolled her eyes before grabbing a spare pillow that had found it's way to the floor.

She slammed the pillow down where Stiles' head was buried beneath the dark blue comforter.

Stiles grunted in response.

"Stop being so dramatic. So the guy you like is into someone else," Paige huffed dismissively.

Stiles threw the covers down, revealing an impressive crown of bed hair. "Not just someone else, but the other guy I like."

Paige gave her brother a sympathetic smile, "I'm sorry. I know it sucks, but you'll find the right person and when you do you won't even think twice about Derek or Danny."

"I thought Jen was supposed to be the inspirational one," Stiles frowned.

"Come on, we're supposed to meet Allison and Scott," Paige changed the subject. Stiles was right, Jen was better at these kind of talks.

"Fine, fine," Stiles threw the rest of the covers off of him and headed for the bathroom.

-

Derek had been made unaware that when Isaac invited him to hang out that he was meeting other people. The sight of Stiles' jeep in the parking lot caused him to falter.

"Uh, Isaac," Derek didn't like to be surprised like this.

"Yeah?"

"What is Stiles' jeep doing here?"

"Oh, he and Scott wanted to practice, I overheard and asked if I could join. Why? Is that a problem?" Isaac grinned.

"Yes, it's a problem, things are super awkward between him and I right now," Derek groaned.

"What? I thought you had dinner with them last night?"

"Yes, and Cora, being the little shit she is, decided to press me about who I was into. She mentioned Stiles and I panicked," Derek ran a hand over his face.

"Oh lord, when you panic it never ends well, what did you do?"

"I said it was Danny."

Isaac's jaw dropped. "You what?"

"And to make things worse, I forgot Stiles has a thing for Danny."

Isaac face palmed. "You are what we like to call a bi disaster, Derek. How do you even function on a day to day basis?"

"I don't know," Derek huffed leaning his head on the steering wheel.

"Well you're not leaving me here, you're my ride, so come on. Get your disaster ass out of the car."

Derek glared but obliged. He couldn't ditch Isaac because of an idiot move he made.

Paige and Allison were sitting on the sidelines chatting about whatever it was girls chatted about while Scott and Stiles tossed the lacrosse ball back and forth.

"So he likes Danny too?" Scott whistled as he caught the ball.

"I can't compete with that, he's like a Greek god," Stiles huffed.

"Hey, you're a good looking guy, and you're just as smart as Danny," Scott offered kindly.

Stiles only rolled his eyes, "To make it worse, I think I have a thing for Derek now too."

"You what?" This caused Scott to miss the ball.

"I know, and I can't compete against Danny either," Stiles groaned.

"And Derek knows you like Danny. Does he know you like him?"

"No, god no. Could you imagine?" Stiles grimaced at the mere thought.

"So are they gonna date?" Scott pressed as he tossed the ball back to Stiles.

"I don't know. He said he wouldn't pursue him but it's not like we're friends he doesn't have to answer to some bro code."

"I'm sorry, dude. That sucks."

"Sorry I'm late," Isaac apologized running onto the field then.

It was Stiles turn to drop the ball as he saw Derek striding up behind the honey haired blonde.

"Derek." The name tumbled from Stiles' lips before he even realized it.

"Hey, Stiles," Derek gave a small smile. "Scott."

"Hey," Scott glanced at Stiles to see the way his shoulders tensed.

"Derek, are you gonna play too?" Paige called over then, her eyes also falling to her brother.

"No, I think I'll sit out. Lacrosse isn't really my sport," Derek shook his head. He'd intended to help Isaac practice but now he had Scott and Stiles.

"What? No, you have to join. It's uneven otherwise," Isaac pleaded.

Derek glared at his best friend.

"You can be on my team," Scott offered. "Stiles and I can't be on the same team, that give Isaac the unfair advantage."

Derek let out a huff but conceded. "Fine."

Stiles wished he hadn't gotten out of bed. He would be murdering Paige for this later. She did, however, look sympathetic. And he guessed by the way she was now whispering to Allison, the brunette was being caught up on the drama that was Stiles' life.

"We'll go easy on you," Isaac winked at a murderous looking Derek.

-

Keeping the ball from Derek wasn't as hard as Stiles thought, however when it came to tackling, Derek was solid. Derek had for the first time taken Stiles down and was now laying on top of him.

Stiles felt his face flush with heat and prayed that all the blood stayed in his face and didn't travel anywhere else.

"Sorry, you okay?" Derek asked, lifting himself off Stiles, though he still hovered.

"I've been in worse situations." Stiles answered automatically. He could kick himself. "Under Jackson for instance." He quickly recovered. This earned a laugh from Derek.

"I'm guessing a better situation would be under Danny."

Stiles tensed.

Derek closed his eyes and let out a groan before quickly sitting up, "That was really inappropriate, I'm sorry." Why was he like this? Bi disaster as Isaac called him. Something about being around Stiles made him a bumbling, fumbling idiot.

"It's fine," Stiles lifted himself off the ground. "Besides, I'm sure you'll know what that situation is like soon enough."

Suddenly the field was thick with awkward tension.

"I told you I wouldn't act on it," Derek said in a quiet tone.

"Why not? Like I said we're not friends," Stiles snapped a little too harshly.

"I kind of thought we were," Derek gave a small shrug.

"We barely know each other, Derek. Date whoever you want," with that Stiles headed for the sidelines. "I'm done," he called over his shoulder to Scott and Isaac who were standing awkwardly to the side.

Derek wanted to dig a whole and bury himself alive. It would be less uncomfortable than this situation was.