flirting with danger | sterek

five.

Stiles sighed as he glanced at Derek. They hadn't said a word to each other since he yelled at him. The silence was almost unbearable for stiles; derek enjoyed it. He was glad stiles wasn't talking his head off, for he would have to physically restrain himself from ripping off stiles head and throwing it against the wall. Staying alone with him, he could handle. Staying alone whilst he blabbered on, not so much. When he had free will to leave when he pleased while stiles continued, it wasn't as bad. But now, he couldn't simply leave without having to pay the damage for breaking down scotts door.

Stiles tapped his feet lightly against the tile floor, sighing loudly again as his thumbs fumbled together. He wanted to talk to derek. He really did. Something about the older guy intrigued him, left him wanting more. He didn't know what it was. No matter how badly he wanted to talk to derek, to ask him what he enjoyed, what his hobbies were, if he was into girls or guys- because in his opinion his choice in leather jackets was a little more feminine than masculine- not that every other possible feature on derek was more masculine. His mind travelled so erratically, thinking about every aspect of derek that possibly existed. He couldn't really help himself regardless.

"So.. uh, Derek.." he clicked is tongue, his sentence coming out forced. he was almost scared. "Is that your full name, or..?" derek looked up at him. His expression didn't change. Stiles was under the assumption that derek was void of emotion, much less a sense of humor.

"Literally what would derek be short for?" derek asked him. His eyebrows furrowed a bit. He gave off confusion, which was different than the other expressions he normally gave off; anger and, well, nothing.

Stiles chuckled a bit, more nervous than actually humored. "I dunno, i was just trying to, ya'know, spark a conversation," he said.

"Why dont you ask me my favorite color like a normal person?" derek asked. He was still seated atop the counter. He leaned against the mirror, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Well then, what's your favorite color?" stiles asked. His voice was nearly shrill. He was scared to speak.

"Green," derek replied curtly. "Dark green."

Stiles nodded, more of a cautionary than a response. He contemplated continuing his research.

"Umm.. since you know my last name, what's yours?" stiles asked. The question came out more or less involuntarily. He was still stuck on derek's unprecedented knowledge of his last name.

"Hale," derek replied. He decided he would entertain stiles for a bit, only to cure his own boredom. "Okay, well... that's nice. Any siblings?" stiles continued. Derek nodded.

"Laura and cora," he replied. Stiles' eyebrows raised. "Oh, fun. That rhymes," he flashes a quick smile in attempt to humor derek, but the older simply stared back at him. "I don't have any," he sighed. Derek still didnt say anything. He detected a bit of sadness in stiles' voice. Maybe he was disappointed to be an only child.

"If youve only got sisters, its a little bit of a nightmare," derek replied, his voice quiet. He didn't want to make stiles seem like he was ungrateful for something he had that the younger was probably longing for.

"Maybe not if i had brothers, though. Scott is the closest ive ever gotten to a brother, and i can't imagine what it'd be like if i didn't have him," stiles said. The conversation got a little sad, different than how he intended. "Would you rather have brothers?" stiles asked him. He looked up at derek, crossing his ankles as he stared through his lashes.

"Nah, no.." he licked his lips as he thought, a chuckle leaving his lips. "I love them, i couldn't deal with living with a bunch of teenage guys," he reassured him. Stiles frowned. "I guess this is a little glimpse of what it's like," he said.