((This is the best thing to have on my dash.))

Derek had been acting weird all day. And not normal, I’m the alpha pretending to brood emotionlessly in the corner because of my dark past while I silently judge you all because Stiles could see through all that. Yeah he had a dark past but Derek was one sarcastic, humor filled bitch when he wanted to be.

Nor was it the stalker type of weird either. Stiles had, unfortunately, gotten used to glancing out of the corner of his eye and spotting Derek lurking in the shadows like some kind of Whedon vampire. He still hadn’t stopped jumping out of his skin whenever he walked into his bedroom and Derek whispered a short greeting from behind his door. Fucking… Stiles was going to have to put up a perimeter around his room - one that electrocuted intruders.

No, this was even weirder. Every time Stiles was around the group, Derek would be staring at him, eyes wide with intent. Stiles ignored it the first time, paying attention to the curls on Lydia’s head as she tried to take control of the crucial meeting that determined which topics they wanted on their pizza for movie night. Before Stiles knew what was happening, Derek was hovering behind him in a ‘I vant to suck yer blood’ fashion. Which was stupid, they didn’t have vampires in Beacon Hills and puppies didn’t drink blood… like that at least. Instead of acknowledging the soft ‘S’ that started to form on Derek’s lips, Stiles moved forward and exclaimed that they were getting the meat lovers because that was clearly the only sensible choice before snuggling himself between Scott and Isaac to keep him safe.

The second time, they were alone in the jeep. Stiles had subtlety protested this arrangement by grabbing the collar of Scott’s shirt and yanking him back to yell loudly in his face, “DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM!” Derek was staring at him, again. “Stiles.” He spoke, determined to get Stiles’ attention, which was placed outside the driver’s window as Stiles tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and whistled to himself. Stiles could feel Derek moving closer, like how you felt a cloud shadowing the sun’s rays, and Stiles tried not to flinch or take notice. But the next ‘Stiles’ that exhaled from Derek’s mouth sent a shiver down his spine. It almost sound like… but that was impossible. That was crazy. Stiles was certifiably insane if he allowed himself to think about that and when Derek moved even closer, so that Stiles could feel his breath on his neck… the phone on Stiles’ lap buzzed with the signal from Scott that it was go time. “Thankjesusfuck!” Stiles muttered audibly under his breath as he practically fell out of the jeep from how fast he scrambled to get away from the confined space he’d been sharing with Derek. Stiles didn’t notice, but Derek’s lips curved into a disappointed frown.

The third time, they were all at the Hale house training on the front lawn. Erica and Isaac were doing their best to team up against Derek while Scott and Boyd grappled and Stiles sat on the porch with his computer on his lap as he organized the archives of the Bestiary. As he did this, he was also studying all the supernatural creatures and formulating plans of defense as he went. When they all took a break, the pups going into the house for water, Derek walked up to where Stiles was stretching his legs on the lawn.

“Stiles.” Derek spoke, his voice rough from the rigorous workout, sweat making his normally slicked back hair cling to his forehead. Stiles bit his lip, looking at the ground, at his shoes as they kicked up dirt, anywhere but Derek.

“Stiles.” This time he sighed the human’s name, as if he was tired - not physically however - more like he was exhausted from Stiles blatantly ignoring his… whatever he was doing. Stiles glanced out of the corner of his eye to see find the werewolf was much closer to him, eyebrows furrowed making him appear angrier and hostile and Stiles’ nerves were starting to get the better of him.

“Stiles!” Derek’s raised voice snapped Stiles into turning his head in Derek’s direction and was surprised (and mildly disturbed) to find their cheeks were practically brushing from their close proximity.

His body was shaking minutely and Stiles hoped Derek didn’t feel him. What was Derek thinking? Was he mad at Stiles for getting himself in danger during that last mission? Was he pissed that Stiles had been ignoring him?

“Want to go out on Friday?”

Stiles froze. Physically and mentally. If he’d been hooked up to a heart monitor the damn thing would have flat-lined. Derek Hale was asking him out, on a date. He’d been a beyond creepy stalker and all he’d wanted to do was…

It took a mere second for Stiles to pull his phone out of his pocket. “Let me check my schedule.” He said nonchalantly, scrolling through the ridiculous amounts of reminders he had to set himself or he’d wind up playing video games for all eternity. Derek didn’t move, his eyes flickered over to the screen that Stiles held for the both of them to see. Other than, ‘WAKE UP’ in the morning, ‘Make Sure Dad Doesn’t Eat Grease’ in the afternoon, and ‘Stink Bomb Scott’s Room’ shortly after that, he was completely free.

“Pick me up at seven?” Stiles asked, glancing at the too close and blurry image of Derek out of the corner of his eye. “And um… you can remove your face from my face until after you buy me dinner.”