Stiles' POV
After a ridiculously nice breakfast, Derek decides to force Ma to let him do the washing up. He's showing me up, but I can't really bring myself to care.
"Hey, if you're just standing there, do some drying!" Derek says, throwing a dish rag at me.
"Woah, no!" I say. "You decided to be the good boy and do the washing, I don't want to be dragged into that!" Derek gives me the 'now-you're-just-being-stupid' look and I sigh melodramatically. "It's not my fault Ma DOESN'T HAVE A DISHWASHER!" I shout the last bit, loud enough for Ma to hear.
"Don't trust the technology dear!" She shouts back, but I know it's really just because it's usually only her alone here, there would be no point. Besides, dirty dishes give her something to do. My mind starts to drift onto how lonley it must be to be single and old, the empty house, the lack of energy to go out, the lack of work to meet people, not to mention the fact that Ma lives in a tiny town so there's only a small number of new people that pass through now and then. Before I can make myself to sad, I try to focus on more positive things, but not before making a mental note to visit more.
I begrudgingly pick up the rag and start to dry the plates, cups and cutlery Derek places in front of me.
"There's a good boy." He coos and I (maturely) stick my tongue out at him.
"There's no need to be rude." He says, acting offended at my gesture. If he's offended at that, I wonder how he'd react to some other gestures I'm thinking of showing him if he keeps with the patronising voice.
"There's no need to be patronising." I mimic.
"I was being supportive." He says defensively.
"You really are emotionally retarded!"
"Says you!"
"Hey, I can be supportive and kind, I just choose not to!"
"Maybe if you chose to be nice once in a while, you would ave more friends."
"I'm pretty sure in the friends department, I have you beat any day!"
"That's different, you're a teenager!" At this point, dad walks in and decides to embarass me, because that's apparently his job.
"That's right!" Dad says, butting in. "A teenager. Completely not legal for any dubious activites you two lovebirds want to get up to. And I'm very strict on the law." I blush furiously and I'm pretty sure Derek goes a little pink too, but before either of us can create a coherent sentence to deny and 'dubious activites', Ma butts in and piles onto the 'embarass Stiles in front of his super hot... whatever we are... day' train.
"Don't be silly! They're obviously perfect for each other, better two people in a comitted relationship than some random stranger from... wherever the kids go nowadays, isn't that right boys?" Oh god... Kill me now...
"But the law's the law mum." Dad insists and I groan out loud.
"That's right, thanks Dad, we'll be going now." I say, grabbing Derek's hand, still wet from the washing. I push through them to get me and Derek out the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" Ma says, as I get all my stuff to leave, as does Derek, getting the hint with a dazed look on his face.
"Out. We'll be back before tea." An estimation, presuming we don't get kidnapped again.
"It's only 11!"
"All the more time to enjoy this beautiful town! Bye!" She gives in and says nothing else. "No bacon or pancakes, Dad! Be healthy!" I call behind me as I tow Derek out the house. He smirks a bit at dad's reply, and I didn't have to hear him to know it was something along the lines of "No bacon my ass!"
Once we're walking, I realise I have no idea where I thought we should go, so I decide the cliff. Its breathtaking, quiet and the perfect place for talking.
"Remind me again why we're here for Christmas Eve, and leaving tomorrow, on Christmas day?" Derek says as we walk along at a snail like pace, taking in the fresh air. ***Yeah, remember this was supposed to be a Christmas story...? oops....***
"Tradition. We Stilinski's celebrate Christmas eve more than Christmas day. I have no idea why, but if you ask Ma later,she'll probably give you a very long back story. So yeah, presents and food and celebration tonight, fucking long car journey tomorrow,"
"Joy." He says, very sarcastically.
"Come on, you could at least pretend you'd like to spend hours with me."
"In a confined space? I don't think I could do that without crying." I pout and act offended. I don't have to try hard. What an ass. "No! Not as in I dont enjoy spending time with you!" Here we go, trying to drag his rude ass outta the hole he just dug himself into "I just mean you can get very... agitated... when you don't have something to do." He sighs, realising what he said may have been a bit rude. "Now I get what you mean about emotions." He jokes, but I hear a bit of truth and self loathing to the words.
"Hey, no sourwolf, I get it, car journeys aren't exactly the most fun." I say, remembering how crabby I can get after a while of driving.
"Yeah, well I guess it depends on who they're with. I look forward to it."
"Really?" I ask in disbelief.
"No, I just don't want to offend you."
"There's a first."
"Oh ha ha, lets all laugh at the guy with trust and emotional issues!"
"Fine, whatever. Pick up the pace slow coach, if we're to get all the way to the cliff before the apocalypse, you might want to speed up a bit."
"The cliff?"
"Yeah, Romiet's point has a beautiful veiw from the top. Apparently it's a perfect place for lover's suicide."
"Why?"
"You'll see when you get there."
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So that was all a bit confusing...
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FanfictionA short Sterek story. Will the holiday spirit finally get Stiles and Derek to confess their feelings? Look, it's my first story and it was just a little idea I thought I'd write down. Read it, don't read it, I don't really care, but I'm going to try...
