The Things We Grow Through

Chapter 3

"Mrs. Farrow it's only a flat tire" Derek assured with a tired sigh.

"Are you sure? It could be the brakes! Or the fuel!" she panicked, her voice raising. Derek stared exhausted at the seventy year old women. He looked around and spotted his co-worker Boyd.

"Boyd" He called him over. Boyd rolled his eyes at the sight of the old women before jogging over.

"Yes?" he asked politely.

"Mrs. Farrow, this is Boyd. He's gonna take good care of you and your car," he assured with a smile. She sighed in relief as Derek chuckled and walked away. He walked into the small locker room and locked the door, switching on the lights with a sigh. He washed up at the sink with an abundance of lavender smelling soap, scrubbing harshly to get all of the grease and oil off of his hands and his arms. He changed out of his filthy work clothes, his tired muscles pulling and aching.

He winked at Boyd as he was getting into his truck, laughing when Boyd flipped him off behind Miss Farrows back. He left with little remorse, starting for Stiles' house.

Derek phone started ringing a few minutes into his drive, buzzing from his front pocket. He pulled it out carefully and glanced briefly at the screen. Stiles' smiling face greeted him from his phone screen, making him smile softly.

"Hey, beautiful," Derek answered.

"Hi handsome. Are you still at work?"

"I just got out. I'm on my way."

"Great! I'll be outside waiting for you, I can't take it in there anymore."

"What's going on?"

"My two faced mother is wearing a pretty, wrinkle free dress with a pretty little smile to match. I swear that woman has two fucking personalities. She's wearing pearls. Pearls, Derek!"

"I'm almost there," Derek assured with a light chuckle.

"Der, she baked brownies! She burned ramen noodles once and she baked brownies!"

"Maybe she's just excited for your dad to be back."

"Whatever it is, it's freaking me the fuck out."

"Are you wearing all black?"

"Yes I am, mom hates it. She wanted us to look presentable, which apparently means dressing in clothes that match what kind of private parts we have, at least in Liam's case. I'm trying to be extra difficult in solidarity."

"You look beautiful," Derek said as he pulled into the driveway beside Stiles' fathers sleek, black Ferrari. It bothered Derek how Stiles' father could drive such a nice care while his family lives in a house that's paint was peeling off. Derek hung up the phone as soon as he killed the engine. Stiles was standing up from the porch when Derek jumped out of the truck.

"Shut up" Stiles rolled his eyes as he walked up to Derek and threw his arms around him, crashing their lips together. Derek placed his hands on Stiles' hips and simply enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips. The younger boy slowly pulled away and looked up at Derek, lightly biting his lip.

"Are you ready?" Derek asked with a teasing curl of his lips. Stiles whined as he pressed his face against Derek's chest. Derek chuckled softly as stiles muttered a string of curse words into his chest.

"Okay, I'm ready" Stiles pulled away. Derek laced his fingers with Stiles' and walked beside him into the house. Liam looked like she was dying of boredom at the round kitchen table while her mother stood in front of the stove and her father sat on the couch.