One More Night

One (Derek)

"That one is hot," Erica pointed out, leaning over Derek's shoulder as he swiped through potential hookups on Grindr. He rolled his eyes, ignoring her while she tried to match with the guy as Derek moved the phone away from her grip. "Derek, come on, he has abs!" she screamed, following him around as he stood up to walk away from her. "He'd be the perfect hookup!"

"Don't worry about my hookups!" Derek answered, throwing himself into his bed, hoping she wouldn't bother him anymore. No such luck. Erica threw herself on top of him, grabbing the phone out of his hands against his will. "Hey, mind your own business!"

"Ooh, Derek, look at this one!" she exclaimed, wriggling out of Derek's arms as he tried to grab her. "His name is Stiles, he's twenty, and look at that face!" She shoved the phone in Derek's face, forcing him to look at the Grindr profile of a different guy than he had previously been looking at.

"He's not my type," Derek retorted, snatching his phone back from her. He stared at the picture of the guy a little closer, noting how familiar he looked. He was also an oddly beautiful human, but definitely not the hookup type. Stiles looked like the kind of guy you'd take on real dates and take home to meet your mom. Derek didn't do dates. Being a werewolf kind of made dating impossible, especially because most of the eligible bachelors were human.

Erica scoffed, rolling over on her side to face her best friend. "Since when do you have a type? I thought if it had a dick, you'd sleep with it?" she teased, making him glare at her. "What? Am I wrong?" she defended herself, avoiding his fist as he moved to hit her playfully. He was used to her teasingly slut shaming him, but only because she didn't understand the appeal of hook ups. She had been going out with the same guy on and off for two years, and he was a werewolf, so she didn't have the same problems as Derek.

"I don't fuck every guy I meet, Erica," Derek argued, only slightly annoyed. "I haven't even had a hookup in two weeks. That's why I'm looking," he explained. He studied the guys picture some more, the realization setting in as the name and face finally clicked in his mind. "I think I went to high school with this guy. That's another big fat no." He didn't need to deal with anyone who might recognize him because that could only end in disaster.

"What do you mean 'you think' you went to high school with him?" she demanded, rolling her eyes. "Either you did, or you didn't. And what does it matter? He's gay and perfect hook up material!" Erica was relentless about this kind of thing, so he had to keep pushing back to shut her up. He may have been her alpha, but she didn't like to listen.

"He was younger than me and I didn't really talk to the underclassmen," Derek retorted, elbowing her in the ribs, only hard enough to make her scoot away from him. "I think I remember him though. I'm not for sure. Anyways, I don't hook up with people from Beacon Hills. It's too risky."

"Whatever, can we look for your potential hookups somewhere other than Grindr? I'm starving," she complained, dragging herself out of Derek's bed to stand in the middle of the room, waiting for Derek to get up too. "We can go to that diner down the street," she suggested, leaning over the bed to look at him, even though he had his phone in front of his face. "Maybe you'll find a hot guy to sleep with there."

"At a diner?" Derek laughed, letting Erica drag him out of bed anyways. "I don't think so, but I'll go with you, I guess," he sighed, as Erica happily danced towards the door to put on her shoes. He reluctantly followed her out to his car and then drove them to the diner, all while Erica rambled on and on about her relationship problems. Not that Derek was any good at relationship advice, because he'd never really dated anyone, but he still tried to offer something.