Teen Wolf Texts

Stiles' Bedroom

John knocked on his son's door with a some trepidation. He would know if his son was gay, right? Stiles wasn't gay.
"Come in." Stiles called through the door. John hesitantly entered.
Stiles looked up from his laptop, closing it. "Hey, dad. What's up?"
John sat on Stiles' bed. "I, uh, I don't know how else to ask. Is there something going on between you and Derek?"
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Stiles' heart beat faster. "I don't know what you mean."
Did his father know what was going on?
His father chewed on his lip. "Does he have a crush on you, or something?"
Stiles couldn't hold in the short burst of laughter that bubbled up at his father's words.
'He thinks Derek likes me, and I haven't reciprocated.' Stiles realized.
"Derek... crushing on me? I don't know where you got that idea." Stiles lied.
Hey, it was a white lie! Not a full-out untruth!
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John looked at his son suspiciously. Something was off about his son, and he was pretty sure Stiles was lying.
But maybe he was just being overly-paranoid.
"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be downstairs, making dinner." He stood to leave.
"Dad, you're not fooling anyone. You're ordering pizza, aren't you?" Stiles said, and, okay, yeah, he was, but that wasn't the point.
"You're not fooling anyone either, so when you feel like talking, come join me," he replied. "Extra cheese, deep dish, pretzel crust..."
Stiles scowled at him. "Dad, that's not fair. That's bribery."
"And lying to your father isn't the definition of fairness either."
With that, he headed downstairs to make the call.