Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

ADHDecaf

By: pleaseletmetouchyourbutt on tumbrl

Derek thinks that his life would be a lot easier if Stiles weren't 17. Or even if he were to remain 17 but stop working at Derek's favourite coffee shop.

ADHDecaf was the best café in the area, just around the corner from Derek's shop. He went every day, and every day he had to deal with Stiles' messy hair and perfect mouth and big hands with those long fingers. He had to watch Stiles' shoulders and arms stretch and flex as he made this or cleaned that.

Stiles was beautiful.

Stiles also looks about seventeen, making him thirteen years younger than Derek.
 
Derek's life is Hell.

It doesn't help that Stiles is always there when Derek's there. Even when he's not working he's lounging at a table by the window or bouncing in and out of the Employee's Only door. He's always around and it drives Derek mental. 

The worst is when Derek goes in after a long day of fixing up an expensive car or doing a big project, because he knows that he's got grease on his hands and on his jaw, that his hair is wild and, probably, full of grease, too. Derek wanders in looking like a hobo and Stiles just leans over the counter at him, coffee in hand, smile bright and fingers stretched around the cup, looking like some kind of god.

Derek's just finished up a totalled big rig on an otherwise lazy Sunday and is in desperate need of caffeine, so he steels himself, and heads into ADHDecaf.

Derek almost throws up.
 
There's a beautiful girl with strawberry blonde hair sitting on the counter beside Stiles, talking away and laughing as he bounces around making a drink for a tall, lanky kid with curly hair. Of course Stiles has a girlfriend, he's beautiful and kind and wickedly smart from what Derek knows of him, he deserves someone like the redheaded girl, who turns and stares at Derek in a way that tells him she knows everything about him from one look.

Stiles glances over a row of cups and spots Derek as he's slowly coming up to the counter.

"Hey, Derek!" Stiles calls, waves as he hands the curly haired kid his drink. Stiles turns to his friend, "Move, bitch, customer."

"I'm a customer," The kid says sullenly, but drags his feet to a table a few feet away. 

"The usual?" Stiles asks, doesn't request his girlfriend hop off the counter. She crosses one leg over the other and watches Derek.

"Please." Derek nods and Stiles spins away with a grin.

"So, you're Derek?" The girl says, pursing her lips.

"Uh, yeah." Derek says, eyebrows furrowing.

"Hm." She looks him over, "I see it."

"See what?"

Stiles appears out of nowhere, drink stuck out over the counter in one hand, "Nothing. She sees nothing."

"Rude." The girl huffs, but smiles at him. Ugh, they're sickening. 

Derek takes the drink and reaches into his pocket for change.

"Nah, don't worry about it today." Stiles says, ducks underneath the counter.

"Won't you get in trouble?" Derek asks, panicked for Stiles' job.

"No," Stiles calls back, a little oddly, "I'm on pretty good terms with the boss."

The girl snorts primly, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Shut up, Lydia!" Stiles says as he pops back up, then looks at Derek, "See what I have to deal with?"
 
"Oh, you love me," The girl, Lydia, says with a smirk.