I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Lydia's

Stiles chewed at his bottom lip as he put his jeep into park. The large brick house loomed over him. He loved his friends and he knew they would love Derek. However, Stiles was one to prepare for get togethers, especially where his dad was concerned. This was all so last minute, it has his nerves on high alert.

"You okay?" Derek asked when Stiles didn't move to get out.

Stiles pulled his eyes from the house in front of him and to Derek. "Yeah, just..."

"Nervous?" Derek offered gently.

"I know everyone's gonna love you, it's just that..."

"Your dad, I know," Derek nodded, he went to reach for Stiles' hand but stopped.

Stiles noticed and reached for Derek instead, lacing their hands together.

"Is he here?" Derek asked, glancing at the other cars in the large driveway.

Stiles only nodded.

Just then the front door of Lydia's opened, and Stiles jerked his hand from Derek's. Derek looked over to see an older man with a wide grin on his face, making his way towards Stiles' jeep.

Stiles hopped out and met the man halfway, pulling him into a bear hug.

Derek carefully climbed out, trying to ignore the feeling in his gut. He'd never hugged his dad like that. Not once.

"Who's this?" Stiles' dad turned to Derek then causing him to pause. What was their cover story? How long had they known each other? How had they met?

"Dad, this is a friend of mine, Derek. We're neighbors," Stiles introduced easily.

Derek relaxed. Oh. That was easy enough.

"Sir," Derek stuck out a hand.

"Derek, nice to meet you. Please call me Noah," Stiles' dad took Derek's hand with a wide grin.

"Stiles," Lydia gushed from the front door. "I'm so glad you brought Derek. It's always nice to have new people around. Especially cause we just lost two," She winked at Stiles.

Derek noticed the way Noah stiffened slightly, tossing Stiles a worried look.

Stiles only laughed. "Don't worry, this one makes up for both of them."

Derek smiled shyly, feeling several eyes on him as he entered the house.

"Guys, this is Derek Hale, Derek, this is Scott, Kira, Allison, Lydia, Jackson and Boyd," Stiles introduced.

"Boyd," Derek raised a brow at the man.

"Hale," Boyd looked like a deer in headlights.

"You two know each other?" Stiles frowned.

"He comes by the bar sometimes," Derek smirked.

Boyd looked sheepishly down at his feet.

Lydia let out a scoff, "Oh, he has the biggest crush on the bartender there. What's her name? Emily? Erin?"

"Erica," Derek answered.

Lydia rose her brows at Derek.

"She's my best friend," Derek explained.

The room burst into laughter as Boyd looked like he wanted to bury himself in the backyard.

"Next time you come by I'll introduce you," Derek winked causing Boyd to light up a bit.

"Really?"

"She's great," Stiles nodded. He looked at Derek with a fond smile. It was sweet of him to do that for Boyd.

"So welcome to the circle of friends, Derek. Can I get you a drink?" Lydia asked, ushering Derek towards the kitchen.

"Oh, sure," Derek followed easily.

"So the hot neighbor huh?" Stiles' dad nudged Stiles' arm once Derek was out of earshot.

"What? No, it's... not like that," Stiles bit on his bottom lip.

"So you're just friends then?" Noah asked, glancing over Stiles' shoulder to where Derek was talking with Lydia.

"Yeah," Stiles lied, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Okay," Noah shrugged before turning to where Jackson had grabbed the meat from the fridge. "Let me help with that."

Stiles' shoulders slumped as he watched his father help Jackson out to the grill.

At that moment Derek and Lydia walked back in and Derek handed Stiles a glass.

"Thank you," Stiles smiled up at Derek, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch Derek's back. He immediately retracted it but not before getting a curious look from Boyd.

"Jackson is putting the meat on now so dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes or so," Lydia announced. She tossed Stiles a sympathetic smile.

Stiles was sure pretending to date Derek would be easier. How was he already so used to Derek's presence? Sure, he'd spent every moment with the guys for the past week, but still.

"Why don't we all sit outside and enjoy this nice weather before it goes away?" Lydia urged, pulling Stiles and Derek back as everyone headed out back.

"Are you two not telling anyone yet?" Lydia whispered; her hand clasped tightly around each of their arm's.

"Just for now, until my dad..." Stiles trailed off, guilt creeping into his stomach.

"Okay, well I didn't tell anyone, not even Jackson, just so you know."

"Thanks Lydia," Stiles shot her a grateful smile.

Stiles and Derek made their way outside and took a seat on one of the expensive looking outdoor couches sitting on Lydia's patio.

"So Derek, are you seeing anyone?" Kira asked innocently.

Stiles felt his chest tighten.

"Umm, not at the moment," Derek shook his head, trying not to look at Stiles.

"Oh," Kira lit up a bit, her eyes shooting towards Stiles.

"So, how did you two meet? Lydia was scarce on the details," Jackson asked, glancing over his shoulder as he tended the grill.

"We ran into each other a few times in the hall of our building. We're neighbors."

Knowing hums were exchanged. Stiles had mentioned the 'hot neighbor' more than once.

"He invited me over one night, just to get to know each other," Stiles shrugged.

"Is that so?" Allison smirked.

"I had gotten a large crate of wine from my sister, she works at a winery, and I decided I didn't need to drink the whole thing myself so..." Derek trailed off, tossing a fond smile at Stiles.

"I happened to run into him in the hall that day," Stiles finished, a blush touching his cheeks.

"It was either him or the creepy lady across the hall," Derek joked, tossing a wink at Stiles.

"I told him he would have been better off picking her," Stiles joked back as he bit his lower lip to hide the smile he couldn't seem to help.

"Oh Scotty, he's got a beautiful Cat," Stiles pulled his phone out to show a picture he'd snapped of Cathedral when Derek had been talking to him.

"I didn't know you took that," Derek raised a brow at Stiles, a teasing grin on his lips.

"You were talking to him, it was cu-ite funny," Stiles dropped his eyes, his hands clasping tightly in front of him.

Stiles could feel the eyes of his friends, but it was his father's curious look that made his stomach churn. He had no clue how hard pretending not to be smitten with Derek would be. He didn't realize how smitten he was. He was hopeless. How was Derek not turned off by how clingy and grossly sweet he was being? Theo would have- He stopped his thought process right there. This wasn't Theo. This was Derek. 

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