Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Awesome And Awesomer

By: whyamialwaysloislane

Derek rubbed his hands over his face. Derek Hale is not, never has been and never will be a morning person; so when Laura declared they were meeting up at stupid o'clock to catch up, Derek was less than thrilled. However he know better than to defy his sister, so here he is outside Awesome and Awesomer at half seven in the morning, grumpy as hell. He pulled the sleeves of his jumper down and hitched his bag further onto his shoulder and walked inside the shop. Two men stood behind the counter. One looked like the human version of a puppy, stubble dusting his uneven chin, big brown eyes glistening in the fresh morning sunshine; he had the other man in a head lock.

"Stiles, release my hat." He whined, and 'Stiles' refused, clasping the hat to his chest as the other man reverted to tickling.

"NEVER." Stiles squeals, laughing through the scream.

"Boys. Customer." A tall, fair brunette walks over, hands on her hips and shaking her head at the boys. The puppy man releases Stiles and they stand to attention, the other boys eyes soften when he looks at the brunette.

"How can I help you?" Stiles says, moving to lean on the counter, placing the hat in his hands on his head. Derek finally gets to take in this one. He's lanky, all limbs across the stone countertop. His skin is dotted with little moles and freckles and it looks like it runs across his entire body by his neck. His plaid shirt is loose around his sides, framing his Star Wars t-shirt. His face. His Face. He is actually beautiful; big golden brown eyes outlined by thick long lashes and bordered in by black rimmed glasses, his lips are open, pink and raw like he chews on them a lot, his hair peeks out through the gap in the baseball hat he stole off the other man but it still looks soft and fluffy and Derek's never wanted to run his hands through anything this much before and he's only glimpsed that small section.

"Err, Hi. Good Morning." Derek mumbles, fumbling for his wallet and inspecting his cash.

"Good Morning to you too." Stiles grinned and God was it wonderful, Derek wanted to make him smile like that all the time. "You look familiar." Stiles chews on his lip and Derek almost combusts. "You're not a Hale, are you?"

"Yes." Derek furrows his eyebrows at Stiles. "Why am I? Should I be running?"

"We know Laura." The other boy explained as Stiles squints at Derek. "Oh I'm Scott."  Derek nods and fishes out a five.

"Speaking of Laura, have you seen her?"

"Not yet, she's normally here at eight." Scott explains, hitting Stiles on the head. "Stop squinting, he'll think you're weird."

"I am weird." Stiles winces, rubbing his head and stepping back. "I'm going to guess you're Derek."

"You'd be creepily correct, again."

"Two in one day!" He fist pumped the air and turned to Scott. "Fist me man."

"You need to stop saying that."

"Is Pound me better?" His eyebrows wiggle as he waves his fist in Scott's personal space. That shouldn't be hot. Scott scowls for a few moments before begrudgingly raising his fist and pressing it to Stiles' with a look of un-amusement on his face. "So what can I get you Derek?"

"Black Coffee, please." Derek says simply.

"You look like a black coffee kind of guy. Laura's order is just awkward." Stiles sighs, plucking up take-away cup and turning to Derek. "Take-out?"

"Yeah." Derek nods. "Laura still a skinny Mocha Latte with one pump of hazelnut and one of caramel?"

"Oh, it's two caramel now." Stiles rolls his eyes when Scott speaks.