Help me save my balls? (Sterek)

Chapter 32

Stiles POV

Despite the fact practically none of my questions were answered, I feel a lot more at ease curling into Derek's body. My mind is still humming with questions and I think Derek can tell.

"If you wanna ask me anything, go ahead. It's hardly relaxing when your mind is practically about to explode."

"My head is not going to explode!" I say indignantly.

"So there's nothing you wanna ask?"

"I just realised I actually know hardly anything about you." I mean, yeah, I know a lot about him now, but what about his past? Or his nice side? I know he has a nice side, it just doesn't come up a lot.

"You know more than you think. We've spent way too much time together."

"Hey! I'm a joy to be around."

"Yeah, of course!" He says, with more than a hint of sarcasm, but I let it slide. I'm cool. "What about this, you ask me a question, I ask you one." I think about it and realise there's not much, if anything I wouldn't tell him...

"Deal. You go first." I can't be the first, what if I ask something too personal?

"Ok... What's your real name?" Damnit! Of course he'd ask that!

"Anything but that. Please! Anything!" I beg.

"Fine, how about... Uhh... I don't know... You talk so much I'm pretty sure I know everything about you."

"Fine, I'll go first... best friend?" I ask. Derek doesn't really seem to have any friends other than the pack.

"Umm... When I was a child, I guess it was Laura, but I don't know now. I never really had too many friends." He says.

"Oh come on, sexy, sporty teenage boy, you were in the popular clique!" I say, remembering before the fire. Derek was THE popular kid. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. (To be fair, I'm pretty sure boys wanted him too)

"Yeah, I guess but they weren't really real friends, you know? They were the fake ones that leave when you're down. I guess jack was ok? In guess I felt I had all I needed in my pack. After... The fire... It was just me until you guys came and ruined my life."

"But you're happy again now, right?"

"Yeah. You guys are my best friends. You're my new dysfunctional family. Lydia's the controlling mum that knows everything, Jackson's the asshole younger brother that always gets his way, Isaac's the baby that gets coddled all the time, Erica's the bitchy little sister that always gets the last laugh, Boyd's the protective older brother that always gets overlooked, Allison's the psycho aunt that you love but also are terrified of, Scott's the retarded cousin that everyone loves anyway, the twins are those creepy uncles you see once a year and sometimes get a fiver in a card from, ... Is that everyone?" He says, planning it out in his head.

"What about me and you?" I ask. I just have to know. The rest I agree with. Though the twins have joined us sort of, they still don't quite click like everyone else. Erica seems pretty attached to Aiden and I'm pretty sure there's something going on with Danny and Ethan.

"I'm... I don't know what I'd be... I guess you'd be the sexy pack mom."

"I thought you said Lydia was-" he interrupts me. I gloss over the sexy bit, but it really boosts my ego casually thrown into conversation like that.

"Lydia is... You're the mother figure, the carer. You're... It's amazing when you're around them. You just switch into momma Stiles mode and I don't think you even know you're doing it."