What.
It had been a long week. Too long. Long enough that Derek was starting to talk in chatspeak because apparently that’s the only way Scott and Isaac could communicate with each other in their puppy love of a relationship and it was frankly driving Derek to drink… that is if alcohol did anything to him. Fucking werewolf metabolism.
Derek felt like the father of a thirteen year old boy who got his first relationship with another thirteen year old child because they were always hyper, they were always holding hands, they were always blushing, and thankfully they had gone no where near the sex part of sixteen/seventeen year old kids in a relationship. The day that Derek would hear them grunting and going on up in Isaac’s room from downstairs in the basement because damn his werewolf ears was a day Derek was not looking forward to. It was marked on the calender as PACK UP AND LEAVE BEACON HILLS FOREVER (except it wasn’t on the calender, because they hadn’t chosen a date, nor did Derek possess a calender).
So he finally, finally, got to sit down on the couch and read a book because Isaac had decided to spend the evening at the McCall’s house. Melissa had invited Isaac over for supper and Scott finally managed to convince her that it was okay for Isaac to spend the night. Which meant Derek was free. Free. For an. Entire. Evening.
I can not believe you.