another post where nothing happens

[wldnst]

Okay, so I'm swiping this from bauble because it looked fun and I make poor decisions. Go ahead and request any fandom I've ever written, which means Inception, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, XMen: First Class, Suits, TSN, Avengers (I wrote a snippet...once...it was Clint/Darcy), and Veronica Mars (no, my VM fic is not locatable, or finished, but) are all on

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[wldnst]

At least this was the last class of the day. Stiles reminded himself of that at least once every five minutes until chemistry was over. Because there was Mr. Harris, and there was the dude across the room wearing way too much Axe and trying to land crumpled pieces of paper in Stiles' cleavage, and things were just generally shitty. When he got out, Erica was there waiting for him, leaning against a locker. Stiles was pretty sure he never leaned against lockers like that.

"You're making me look like a rentboy," he hissed at her. "I don't know how you did that, but stop. And put on my other shirt."

"You don't even know what a rentboy looks like," she said. "And two shirts is too warm. Come on."

"We're going to Derek, aren't we?" Stiles muttered, mostly to himself. "Let's not. Let's go to Deaton instead, he's like a million times more helpful."

"Derek gave me the fish," Erica said.

"Of course he did," Stiles said, slumping. Erica slapped him.

"Stand up straight."

"No," Stiles said. "I hate you and your uncomfortable shoes."

Derek was in the parking lot in his Camaro like the world's worst soccer mom. Stiles was actually vaguely surprised the soccer moms hadn't banned together to get him arrested for being terribly creepy.

He looked between Stiles and Erica, then looked again.

"You let the fish grant you a wish," he said to Erica. "I told you not to let the fish grant you a wish."

"I want to know how this is her wish," Stiles said.

"It's her wish because a fish granted it," Derek said, then turned back to Erica.

"I didn't do anything!" Erica said. "I didn't make a wish! It just happened."

"I was there, that's what I remember," Stiles said, and Derek turned to him suspiciously.

"Did you make a wish?" he asked.

"I wish I could take off these shoes," Stiles said, and Derek sighed.

"Get in the car, both of you."

"I need to tell Scott--" Stiles started.

"What is he, your babysitter?" Erica asked, inspecting her nails.

"I do not inspect my nails," Stiles said manfully.

"I already told Scott," Erica said. "And made out with him."

"Oh my god," Stiles said. "That's it, I hate you."

"Jealous?" Erica asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't understand how you're making my face look like yours," Stiles said. "I really don't."

"Get in the car," Derek snarled. "Stiles, if you get in the car, you can take off your shoes."

"That's totally generous, he hates the smell of feet," Erica said.

"Fine," Stiles said. "But I'm riding in the back."

Stiles got in the car. He took of his shoes. Turned out he hated the smell of feet, too.

"So far being you sucks, Erica," he said to the car at large. "Derek, why do you have childlock on these windows?"