flirting with danger | sterek

four

"alright, everyone up! we got a trip to make!" scott's voice rang through the house. they had all passed out on the couch or the floor.

derek was the only one who hasn't laid down. he sat in the recliner, his head falling to the side as he slept, his arms crossed over his chest.

stiles was the last to wake, barely hearing scott through his rampage.

"jesus christ scott shut the fuck up." derek groaned. stiles sat up, stretching his arms out. the rest were already standing up and stretching, preparing for the day.

they intended on leaving early for a road trip to a vacation spot.

everyone but stiles had packed. he was known to be less prepared than the rest.

he got up quickly and made his way upstairs, packing scott's clothes in a suitcase for himself. scott was used to this behavior.

"everyone brush your teeth! and your hair! deodorize your pits!" stiles called out as he stuffed clothes into the case. he grabbed enough clothes for a few days and made his way to the bathroom where he grabbed his toothbrush- the one he kept at scott's house- and the toothpaste. he did his daily hygiene activities as he examined himself in the mirror. his hair was a little messy from tousling in the bed.

"uhh yeah my bathrooms the only one not being used right now. lydia and allison are in the guest one." he heard scott mumble. stiles groaned. he didn't want to share the bathroom.

he finished his hygiene and turned to use the toilet as he heard someone enter, he paused, refusing to look at the doorway.

"fucking kids," he heard derek mutter under his breath. derek locked the door.

"uhhh... occupied," stiles mumbled quietly. he peeked behind the wall at derek, zipping up his pants. he didn't want to finish with someone else in the room.

"the girls are in the other one so i have to use this one," derek shrugged. he pulled his toothbrush out.

"but i'm peeing.." stiles mumbled. derek shrugged. he continued.

outside the bathroom, there was a commotion. stiles could hear rapid shuffling footsteps outside. derek paid no attention.

"-oh shit oh shit-" stiles could tell jackson and scott were wrestling outside. suddenly, there was a loud thud and an impact to the door. it sounded painful.

"shit," he heard jackson whine, and stiles realized he hit the doorknob.

"hey, derek, if stiles cant get his ass out here before the rest of us he's gonna have to ride with you cause i can't take the van, so chances are you're stuck with him," scott called out quickly, and then derek heard them shuffling away again.

"hurry up and get out there, then," derek said, glancing at him in the mirror. stiles sighed.

"i'm gonna wait until you're done so i can pee in peace," stiles said. he genuinely didn't want to pee in front of derek.

derek sighed, but he complied regardless. he finished his duty and put everything away, turning to leave the bathroom.

something was wrong. the doorknob wouldn't turn. the door wouldn't budge.

stiles was waiting patiently, unaware of the problem.

"shit..." derek whispered.

he wiggled the doorknob more, pulling on it as hard as he could. he banged his fist against it.

"scott? jackson?" he called out, his forehead against the door.

he didn't have a response.

"what's wrong?" stiles asked, approaching the door.

"it won't open. i think jackson fucked it up when he hit his head," derek told him. stiles frowned. "let me see," he intervened, pushing derek back.

the older decided to ignore it just this one time. he let stiles get away with it.

stiles did the same as derek, wiggling and pulling and jerking and banging. it didn't budge.

"you gotta be fucking kidding me," he mumbled under his breath. he rested his head against the door, resisting the urge to bang against it repetitively.

"do you have your phone? they left already so maybe we can call them," stiles turned to face derek. the older shook his head.

"you're joking.." stiles was in disbelief. his jaw hung open.

"jesus," derek breathed out. he dragged his hands down his face.

"maybe they'll notice we're not there and come back for us?" stiles suggested. he leaned against the door.

derek stared at his hands. that was unlikely. they were teenagers. they weren't responsible. they'd get all the way there, a 13 hour drive, before they realized. then they'd have to come back, and that's already over a day. they couldn't call a locksmith, or a fire department, or their friends, because they didn't have a phone. they didn't have any food besides the toothpaste on the counter. at least they had water, and a toilet.

"they won't do that. they're dumb," derek shook his head.

stiles frown grew. he sat on the counter.

"if you take a shit in this bathroom i will end you, stiles," dereks face changed from stressed to threatening.

"i'll try," stiles shrugged. he leaned back against the mirror.

derek sat on the edge of the bathtub. he sighed.

"those dumbasses will be gone a whole day before they realize we're still here. who doesn't bring their phone to the bathroom, stiles?" derek asked accusingly.

"hey, you didn't either," stiles pointed out. derek rolled his eyes.

"we should make a bet," stiles said after a while. derek hadn't looked up at him.

"well both guess how long we'll be sitting here. whoever's closest gets.... a hundred bucks?" stiles suggested. derek scoffed.

"you've got a hundred on you?" derek asked, pulling out his wallet. he was loaded with cash.

"in my bag, yeah," stiles nodded. derek sighed.

"okay. i bet they'll be gone... 27 hours," derek said. stiles smiled.

"i bet 8," stiles said confidently. derek scoffed again. "stupid," he mumbled to himself.

they were silent for a while again. derek spent the whole time thinking about how to get out of this situation, while stiles thought about other pointless things and accepted his fate.

derek realized something.

"was this one of your stupid elaborate plans to get me to like you?" derek asked. he stood up, walking over to stiles and pointing a finger at him. he got in his face.

stiles threw his hands up defensively. "no! i didn't do this!" stiles said. derek glared at him. he looked genuinely angry.

"i don't believe you. you'd do some shit like this, and i barely know you," derek was practically blowing steam out of his ears.

"i didn't! i swear!" stiles pleaded. he had fear in his eyes.

derek backed away. he sat back down.

"fuck," he mumbled under his breath. he tapped his fingers against the bathtub impatiently.

"but now that we're forced to spend time together, we might as well get to know each other," stiles suggested. he had a sly smirk on his face.

"fuck off."