And it's weird
b>Author: brightredhoodie
Title: And it's Weird
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Derek
Character/s: Stiles, Derek
Summary: Derek is bored, so he calls Stiles.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 627
Prompt: #9 Silence
Author's Notes: This is part 4 of my series Written In The Stars. And sorry this is so late!
Silence. His room is silent and Derek isn’t used to silence. He’s used to a huge house full of people and noise and everything going in ten different directions all at once. His sister Laura and his brother Neal in the living room, arguing about which show to watch next, even though Laura always gets her way and gets to pick; his uncle Peter in the garage with his cousin Andy trying to fix the old motorcycle Peter got for Andy last year; his mom in the kitchen, relentlessly trying to teach his sister Amy how to cook because she desperately wants to learn even though she’s so terrible at it that she routinely manages to ruin boiling water. And any other varying number of people coming in and out of the house at any given time.
But he’s not at home. He’s at school. And it’s ten am on a sunday and everyone in the dorms is silent. He suspects they’re all sleeping off whatever bad choices they made the night before. And he’s been awake for three hours and he’s bored. He’s got homework he doesn’t want to do, he’s tried reading and just couldn’t get into it and he’s tried calling Erica. She picked up, yelled at him for calling while she was asleep and hung up. That was an hour ago.
He looks over at his phone and contemplates calling the one number in it that isn’t a family member or Erica.
Stiles.
He has to admit, Stiles isn’t completely terrible company. Mostly. When he isn’t drunk. At least he doesn’t expect Derek to be interesting and talk about a whole bunch of stuff.
So, after thinking about it for another five minutes, he calls Stiles. The phone rings and suddenly he’s convinced this is all a really, really bad idea. With each ring he’s more and more convinced that this is a terrible, horrible, very bad idea. And then Stiles picks up. “Hello?” Stiles says, not sounding groggy or sleepy in the least, meaning he’s probably actually awake right now.
And Derek can’t say anything. “Hello?” Stiles says again. And still, Derek is silent. “Okay, is someone there? If not I’m going to hang up,” Stiles says.
And suddenly Derek shouts, “No, don’t hang up!”
“Umm...”
Derek grimaces. “Um, hi, Stiles.”
“And this is?” says Stiles and it’s clear from his tone of voice that he’s quickly becoming irritated.
“Derek.”
“Oh!” Stiles more or less squeaks and Derek barely holds back from laughing. “Hi!’
“Hi.” Derek really wishes he could come up with something better to say but, nope. That’s all he’s got. And he doesn’t know why he’s being so weird right now. It’s not like he’s had trouble talking to Stiles before now.
It’s silent for a few seconds before Stiles says, “So why are you calling me?”
“Umm...” Derek is blanking. He had a reason, didn’t he? He can’t come up with anything to say and suddenly there’s this silence spreading between his phone and the other end of the line. It starts to last so long that he starts to wonder if Stiles has hung up.
“Did you wanna hang out?” Stiles says.
“Sure.” Derek gulps. He hopes it isn’t audible. “That’d be good.”
“Okay. I was going to go buy some comics today, if you want to come?” Stiles asks hesitantly. And it’s weird. That he’s hesitant.
“Sure,” Derek says. “What time?”
“Um, like twenty minutes?”
“Sure,” Derek says. Because he still can’t say more than one word at a time, apparently.
They spend about twice as long saying goodbye as they did actually having a conversation and when he hangs up Derek flops back onto his bed feeling oddly nervous and not really knowing why.
Title: And it's Weird
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Derek
Character/s: Stiles, Derek
Summary: Derek is bored, so he calls Stiles.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 627
Prompt: #9 Silence
Author's Notes: This is part 4 of my series Written In The Stars. And sorry this is so late!
Silence. His room is silent and Derek isn’t used to silence. He’s used to a huge house full of people and noise and everything going in ten different directions all at once. His sister Laura and his brother Neal in the living room, arguing about which show to watch next, even though Laura always gets her way and gets to pick; his uncle Peter in the garage with his cousin Andy trying to fix the old motorcycle Peter got for Andy last year; his mom in the kitchen, relentlessly trying to teach his sister Amy how to cook because she desperately wants to learn even though she’s so terrible at it that she routinely manages to ruin boiling water. And any other varying number of people coming in and out of the house at any given time.
But he’s not at home. He’s at school. And it’s ten am on a sunday and everyone in the dorms is silent. He suspects they’re all sleeping off whatever bad choices they made the night before. And he’s been awake for three hours and he’s bored. He’s got homework he doesn’t want to do, he’s tried reading and just couldn’t get into it and he’s tried calling Erica. She picked up, yelled at him for calling while she was asleep and hung up. That was an hour ago.
He looks over at his phone and contemplates calling the one number in it that isn’t a family member or Erica.
Stiles.
He has to admit, Stiles isn’t completely terrible company. Mostly. When he isn’t drunk. At least he doesn’t expect Derek to be interesting and talk about a whole bunch of stuff.
So, after thinking about it for another five minutes, he calls Stiles. The phone rings and suddenly he’s convinced this is all a really, really bad idea. With each ring he’s more and more convinced that this is a terrible, horrible, very bad idea. And then Stiles picks up. “Hello?” Stiles says, not sounding groggy or sleepy in the least, meaning he’s probably actually awake right now.
And Derek can’t say anything. “Hello?” Stiles says again. And still, Derek is silent. “Okay, is someone there? If not I’m going to hang up,” Stiles says.
And suddenly Derek shouts, “No, don’t hang up!”
“Umm...”
Derek grimaces. “Um, hi, Stiles.”
“And this is?” says Stiles and it’s clear from his tone of voice that he’s quickly becoming irritated.
“Derek.”
“Oh!” Stiles more or less squeaks and Derek barely holds back from laughing. “Hi!’
“Hi.” Derek really wishes he could come up with something better to say but, nope. That’s all he’s got. And he doesn’t know why he’s being so weird right now. It’s not like he’s had trouble talking to Stiles before now.
It’s silent for a few seconds before Stiles says, “So why are you calling me?”
“Umm...” Derek is blanking. He had a reason, didn’t he? He can’t come up with anything to say and suddenly there’s this silence spreading between his phone and the other end of the line. It starts to last so long that he starts to wonder if Stiles has hung up.
“Did you wanna hang out?” Stiles says.
“Sure.” Derek gulps. He hopes it isn’t audible. “That’d be good.”
“Okay. I was going to go buy some comics today, if you want to come?” Stiles asks hesitantly. And it’s weird. That he’s hesitant.
“Sure,” Derek says. “What time?”
“Um, like twenty minutes?”
“Sure,” Derek says. Because he still can’t say more than one word at a time, apparently.
They spend about twice as long saying goodbye as they did actually having a conversation and when he hangs up Derek flops back onto his bed feeling oddly nervous and not really knowing why.