Blogger who is terrible at writing descriptions. Ship Sterek fiercely. Canadian.
(This theme is a work in progess and I apologize for weirdness while I continue to work on it.)
Now I sort of want to see a scene where the Sheriff sits Derek down and explains this to him
"Dad, no, low-sodium or not at all, do you have any idea how—Derek?!”
"Oh," says Derek, wheeling around almost guiltily with a package of Oreos in one hand. "Stiles. Sheriff."
"Derek," John says, nodding. Stiles is still staring, leaning heavily on the shopping cart with his mouth wide open, like he’s seeing something so shocking that he can’t control his muscles. "Staying out of trouble?"
Stiles recovers at that, snorting indelicately. “Please, Dad. That’s like telling a guppy to stay out of water.”
"Hey," Derek says, his eyebrows scrunching together, and if John didn’t know better he’d say Derek was offended.
"And of course you only eat regular Oreos," Stiles continues, waving his hand at the cookies Derek is holding. "I mean, don’t get me wrong, the fact that your profoundly creepy self actually eats cookies at all is revelatory, but seriously, dude, what—Double Stuf too luxurious for your Spartan werewolf pantry?"
"Yes, by all means, say ‘werewolf’ out loud in a crowded supermarket," Derek says, rolling his eyes, and Stiles’ grins and rolls his own eyes back, his whole face lighting up like getting Derek to be sarcastic at him is more exciting than every Christmas present he’s ever received.
(As the person who worked quite a few double shifts to afford Stiles’ new iPod, John is a little miffed.)
"Stiles," he says, pulling him away from Derek by the back of his jacket, "wanna go get the ground beef from the butcher? 80% lean."
"95% lean, got it," Stiles says as he trots off down the aisle. "Catch you later, Derek!"
"Yeah," Derek says, watching him go. Then he puts the Oreos back on the shelf and picks up another package: Double Stuf, chocolate cream.
"Don’t take it personally," John says, trying not to smile. "Stiles teases everyone. It’s how he shows affection. He’s been making fun of my taste in sweaters since he was seven.”
"I’m not creepy,” Derek insists, his jaw tense. “I’m just a guy. Sometimes I eat snacks and watch football. He doesn’t have to have a heart attack every time he catches me buying Fritos.”
"Son." John clasps his shoulder solidly. "I’ve had to issue you official warnings for loitering on high school property."
"The betas need to be looked after!"
“Twelve times,” John says, and Derek winces. “Look, I know you’re a decent guy. I’m not about to forget that you pulled Stiles out of a car wreck and ran him all the way to the hospital that night—and Stiles isn’t about to forget that either, by the way.”
"He does a pretty good job of acting like he has," Derek mutters down at his sneakers, and John wants to ruffle his hair.
"I’m just saying. With the hovering, and the appearing suddenly out of the shadows, and the shiny black car? From the outside, it all looks a bit…"
"Creepy," Derek sighs, clutching at his Oreos in defeat. "Damnit. I’m just trying to… my sister used to be so good at this. She had this aura, you know? Fierce. Even other alphas were afraid of her.”
"Stiles used to be afraid of you," John says, consolingly. "No, really, he did! When I pulled him out of that squad car you were in the back of, two years ago? White as a sheet. I thought he was going to faint right there."
"Stiles is a much better liar than you are," Derek tells him, his mouth twitching up at the corners. "Thanks, though."
"No problem. Stiles likes chocolate chip cookies better than Oreos. Just so you know."
Derek shrugs, looking away. “What does that matter. It’s not like he’s ever at the house.”
"Just letting you know," John repeats, giving his shoulder another pat before heading off to find Stiles at the butcher counter. "Take it easy, Hale."
John sneaks a look back when he reaches the end of the aisle, just in time to watch Derek throw a package of Chips Ahoy into his cart.
Hey, it’s YOUR system for YOUR books. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else. ;0)
I was trying to explain it but I was way too tired to get into it XD