I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

He should know...

Derek took a deep breath as the front door closed behind them. The cool air felt good after such a long night of dealing with his family. He glanced over at Stiles who held his hand out.

"What?" Derek frowned, did he want to hold his hand?

"Keys, you had no less than four drinks, it's probably safer if I drive."

Derek shoved down the disappointment. "Right, yeah," he fished the camaro's key's from his pocket and handed them over.

"Are you okay?" Stiles noted the look of disappointment on Derek's face.

"Tired, they have a tendency of draining me," Derek glanced back at the house. The rest of dinner had been mostly focused around Cora and Isaac, which Derek and Stiles were thankful for. Dominic, however, was pissed. Insisting the dinner had been for Derek and Stiles and so should have been centered around them.

Stiles only nodded as they slid into the car. He turned the ignition and paused.

Derek glanced at Stiles curiously.

"Can I ask you something?" Stiles asked, not looking at Derek.

"Yeah," Derek frowned.

"Why'd you agree to this? To me?" Stiles glanced at Derek then. His expression curious.

"What do you mean?" Derek didn't understand what Stiles was trying to ask.

"You had to know they wouldn't approve of me. I'm...simple," Stiles explained, his eyes turning back to the steering wheel.

"They don't approve of anyone," Derek waved a dismissive hand.

"Come on, if I was some business executive with a six-digit bank account and a suit that cost as much as this car, they would approve," Stiles disagreed.

"But they wouldn't have believed it. If I told them I was basically dating Elijah, they would know it wasn't real. It had to be believable."

"So you're telling me I'm your type?" Stiles snorted at the thought.

"Actually..." Derek nodded, "Yeah, you are."

Stiles laughed and shook his head, "You've had a lot to drink, let's get you home."

Derek opened his mouth to argue when Stiles' phone started buzzing loudly from inside his pocket.

Stiles pulled it out and quickly rejected the call, but not before Derek caught a glimpse of the name.

"You wanna talk about it?" Derek asked sympathetically.

Stiles only shrugged, his eyes set on the road ahead.

"You said he left you for someone else, that true?" Derek had been curious when he heard Stiles tell Talia.

Stiles swallowed hard, "His name was Liam, a mutual friend," his tone was stiff and cold as he spoke.

"I'm really sorry," Derek couldn't imagine why anyone would do that to Stiles.

"It's my fault. I was too...simple...predictable," Stiles gave a half shrug this time.

"I don't think you're simple," Derek disagreed. "And predictable isn't bad. In fact I'd rather know the person I'm with inside and out then have to guess how they're going to respond to something. After two years, you should be predictable. He should know what makes you smile and what makes you sad. He should know when you've had a rough day just by looking at you. He should know what will make you feel better. He should know what to get you for your anniversary and how you like your coffee in the morning. That's part of being together. That's not a bad thing. And you're far from simple. Look at your job. That is not something just anyone could do. It takes a mentally strong person and a smart person. I mean the way you analyzed my family blew me away."