Ronnie

Pathetic & adorable

By Wednesday, Stiles & Derek didn't go an hour without texting out calling each other. Sometimes they'd talk about how their day was going, or what they were doing, or sometimes it was literally about nothing. Conversion between the two of them came so easily. They set a date for Thursday night & Stiles was basically jumping out of his skin when he woke up that morning. Until he got a text saying the older man was sick & wouldn't be able to make it. And that was just not acceptable to Stiles. So he made some home made soup, with some rolls, & packed it into a reusable Wal-Mart bag. He had Derek's address already, because he was supposed to pick Derek up for their date, so he headed over there to make Derek feel better. When he got to Derek's floor, he looked for apartment B-5 & found it easily enough. When he knocked on the door, a blonde woman in sweatpants & a black tank top, opened it. She looked vaguely familiar, but Stiles couldn't place it. "Can I help you?" "Uh ya, is Derek here?" The woman looked at him for a second, before a big smile came across get face. "Oh my God! You're lover boy." Stiles squinted in confusion. Where did he hear that before? "You probably don't remember me. I'm Erica, Derek's best friend." Stiles' mouth formed an O as he remembered the blonde, Erica, being there the night he met Derek. "Oh ya, it's nice to see you again." She smiled at him. "Derek's apartment is across the hall, he probably gave you the wrong address." Stiles followed her across the hall & she reached under the fake plant, pulling out a key. "He used to live with us, but he moved out a couple months ago. I think he's still getting used to his new address. His bedroom is over there." Stiles looked in the direction she pointed. "He's probably burrowed somewhere in there. Be safe." Stiles blushed as she left, but quickly shook it off. He put the bag down on the kitchen table & pulled out the food. When he found the bowls, he warmed it up & then put it on a tray he found under the counter. He walked towards the door Erica pointed to when everything was set & walked in. It was dark, the curtains closed & there was big lump under the piles of blankets on the bed. Stiles had to suppress a smile. He set the tray on the bedside table & slowly pulled the blankets back to show Derek's face. He was out cold, his face sweaty, with tissues all around his head. It was a mixture of pathetic & adorable. "Der." The man didn't stir. Stiles put his hand on Derek's forehead, he was burning up. "Derek." There was a grumble. "C'mon, you're sitting in your own germs." Derek's eyes fluttered a little, (friekin unfair eyelashes) before he looked at Stiles sort of tired-ly & confused. "Stiles?" "Hey big guy." Derek blinked a few times. "Am I dreaming?" Stiles chuckled, Derek was being too cute. "No, I'm here." "Why?" "I came to help you feel better. Erica let me in." Derek sat up a little, starting to wake up. "You shouldn't have come, I might get you sick." Stiles shrugged. "You're worth the risk. Now sit up, I brought you some soup." Derek sat up all the way & Stiles put the tray in Derek's lap. "You shouldn't have." "Just shut up & eat." Derek smiled a little. "Thank you." Stiles smiled & sat down next to Derek on the bed. They sat in a comfortable silence as Derek ate. When he was done he put the tray back on the bedside table & turned to look at Stiles. "Thank you." "It was nothing. Honestly this was more for me than you, because I didn't want to miss our date." Derek chuckled. "Still, no one's done something like that for me in a long time." Stiles could see that look he knew all too well on Derek's face. The look of loss. Stiles didn't ask about it though, he knew he hated when people talked to him about his mom, he didn't think Derek liked it either. He just ran his hand through Derek's hair, feeling his forehead again. "You should get out of these blankets, they're making you heat up even more." "Mmm, but I'm cold." Stiles stopped himself from laughing. "Just trust me." Derek nodded, his eyes already drooping again. Stiles stood & pulled the blankets off of Derek, leaving one so he wasn't too cold. "M'cold." Stiles got back into the bed, wrapping his arms around Derek. "Better?" Derek curled into him, nuzzling his nose into Stiles' neck. "Much." Stiles smiled. The two laid there for a while, Derek softly snoring into Stiles' neck. Stiles just ran his fingers through Derek's hair, happy to just lay there with Derek. After Derek had a nice nap, he woke up & nuzzled closer to Stiles. "You're warm." "Glad I could be of assistance." Stiles shook a little as Derek chuckled. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I'm sure you've got stuff to do." "I'm staying right her until you're better, or kick me out. Which ever comes first." "I'd never kick you out." Stiles hid his smile in Derek's hair. "Then I guess I'm staying." "You can put in a movie if you'd like." Stiles nodded. "Where do you keep your DVD's?" "Behind the TV." Stiles got up & walked over to the TV. Derek had an impressive DVD collection hidden behind it. Stiles smiled when he saw Derek was a closet nerd. He grabbed the Batman Returns case & popped the disk into the player, before laying back down next to Derek. "I like your taste in movies." Derek sighed. "Not gonna make fun of me for it, are you?" Stiles scoffed. "Are you kidding? Most of those movies I have two copies of, plus most of the comic books." Derek gave him a lazy smile. "You're kind of perfect, you know?" Stiles scoffed again & wrapped his arms back around Derek. "You're delusional in your sickly state." "No, feeling pretty clear right now." Stiles just shook his head & turned to focus on the movie. Derek kept running his fingers up & down Stiles' side. Two movies later & neither of them said a word, but they were comfortable in the silence. But then Derek decided he wanted to know more about Stiles. "Why'd you pick up cooking?" Stiles' fingers froze where they were petting Derek's hair. "Uh, my mom." "Melissa taught you well." "No, my biological mom. Melissa is my step mom." "Oh, where's your mom?" "She died when I was twelve." "I'm sorry." Stiles shrugged. "Wasn't your fault, her own body betrayed her. Brain cancer." Derek was quiet for a minute. "My family died in a house fire when I was seventeen." Stiles didn't say anything, letting Derek talk through it on his own. "Just me, my sister, & uncle survived. Then a couple years back, my uncle & sister were in a car crash, Laura didn't survive." "I am so sorry." Derek shrugged. "Like you said, not your fault." Stiles snuggled closer to Derek. "Why'd you decide to become an editor?" "Books have always fascinated me. I wanted to be a publicist, but I was most definitely not cut out to tell people 'Sorry, but your books not good enough.' Then I thought maybe I'll be an illustrator or even a writer, but I'm not talented enough for either. So an editor. I've always wanted to be part of telling a story. I never wanted to tell the story, just wanted to help it along a little. So being an editor was sort of perfect for me." Stiles smiled at him. "That's nice, always knowing what you wanted to do." "You're always known, haven't you?" Stiles shook his head. "After my mom died, I hated cooking. I cooked anyways, because otherwise me, Lydia, & my dad would've been eating out every night. Then when I left home & dad got Melissa, I stopped cooking. It reminded me too much of my mom. By the time I realized cooking was what she left for me, I was halfway through getting my degree in law. But then I also discovered I hated the lawyer future. So I changed my major from law to culinary. When I graduated I came home, got back into my family's lives & opened the restaurant. When I met you, I was home on vacation during my third year of culinary." Derek remembered they didn't really talk ages the night they met. "How old were you?" Stiles chuckled. "Twenty two. What about you?" "Twenty six." Stiles nodded, continuing to rub Derek's head. "Why'd you pick law before culinary?" "My dad. I didn't want to follow in his footsteps exactly, but I thought a lawyer was close enough." Derek nodded. "What's your favorite color?" Stiles laughed. "You want to know everything, don't you?" Derek just smiled at him, making Stiles chuckle before he answered. "Red, what about you?" "Blue." Stiles hummed in thought, looking at Derek's chest. "I bet you look good in blue." Derek laughed. "Well maybe I'll show you one day." Stiles smiled at him. "Sounds good." Derek smiled & went to lean in for a kiss, but Stiles put a hand over Derek's mouth. Derek looked down at the hand on his lips, making him go cross eyed, before looking back at Stiles with a questioning look. "You're sick mister, no kissing." Derek looked annoyed, but amused, & nodded. Stiles took his hand away & kissed Derek on the cheek. "Get better, then kisses." Derek looked amusingly at him. "Quite an incentive." Stiles smiled. "It's the best incentive." Derek chuckled. "You might be right." Stiles moved so his back was to Derek's chest. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, kissing the back of his neck. "Stay tonight." Stiles smiled & nodded. "Ok." Derek smiled & buried his face in Stiles' shoulder. Both of them fell asleep very easily.