Penguins and ShroomsA Chapter by Tsukin Archangel Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! lol *warning language suggestive themes~* thas all ENJOY! chap two~ Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Stiles groaned as his batman alarm clock blared in his ears. “Derek,” He whined from his cocoon under the covers, “Turn it off…just…five more minutes.” Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Nothing happened. “Derek?” Stiles called again after his alarm continued beeping. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! “A*s,” he whispered under his breath as he crawled out from under his blankets to press the snooze button. Of course Derek would leave even after Stiles explicitly asked him not to. It wasn’t even seven a.m yet, he’d set his alarm thirty minutes early just for that reason. Where the f**k does he go so early in the morning, Stiles wondered. Stiles shook his head and ran a hand through his short cropped hair with a sigh and got out of bed. Might as well get ready since he was up. He walked to his bathroom and turned on the shower, leaving it on cold, and jumped right in, hoping the sudden dose of frigid water would wake him up fully. “S**t!” Stiles gasped out as the water hit him. Damn it was cold. Waaaaay too cold, colder than he’d wish a polar bear to have to endure…or…some other animal that lives in the artic like a….a…. He frowned, totally blanking on what another artic animal was and turned up the water, his brow and lips furrowing as he tried to remember. “Penguin!” He exclaimed aloud, snapping his fingers together and stepping out the shower, making a mental note to never, ever use the cold water in the shower; that a penguin was an ant artic creature…which originally lived in warm tropical regions but due to plate tectonics and time ended up at the bottom of the world where they remain to this very da- Stiles shook his head and took a deep breath to focus his thoughts. It was way too early to be having mental tangents, especially about penguin theory…which reminded him, he really should take his meds before he ended up talking about penguins and polar bears and pokemon and trees and- Stiles shook his head again. Yep definitely needed to take his Aderall. “Aderall, Aderall, oh where is my Aderall,” He muttered to himself as he checked the places it usually sat on his desk, “I could’ve sworn it was here…” Stiles turned around, hands on his hips, and quickly scanned the room again. Wasn’t on the T.V console, wasn’t on his bean-bag chair, wasn’t just laying on the floor not on his bed, it was on his nightstand, not on chest of drawe- “Oh!” His eyes whipped back to his nightstand and he quickly strode over, pushing other thoughts aside, and grabbed the bottle. He opened it with a familiar crack and dropped two pills in his hand and popped them into his mouth, swallowing them dry…something he’d become very good at doing over the years…even more so now that Derek was in the picture, his eyes drawn to a paper that had been underneath his pill bottle. It was a note. Probably from the great abandoner, Derek. Stiles turned away, an incredulous look on his face. Like hell was he going to read the liars excuse note, he was still only wrapped in a towel, clothes where more important than stupid notes. Stiles stormed over to his closet in a huff and threw up the door, grabbing a shirt and a pair of pants at random, stopping when he felt the note calling to him. He bit his lip…welllll…what if it was a valid excuse? Besides, he was still in a towel. Ok. Note first, clothes second. He nodded to himself confirming his plan and tossed his clothes on his bed; sitting down to read the note: Stiles, I figured you’d probably forget where you left your Aderall again so I’ll just put it on your nightstand where I know you’ll see it…eventually. Sorry I couldn’t stay, Pack business came up, something about hallucinogenic mushrooms…I’ll tell you about it later. -Derek P.s Don’t be a sour wolf “Psh, “Don’t be a sour wolf” my a*s, that’s my phrase, copy cat,” Stiles said after reading the note only, half angry with him, and beginning to place it in his pocket for later only then remembering he was still naked. Hallucinogenic mushrooms? He thought as he pulled on the “I heart Wearwolves” T-shirt, the one with a cartoon man hiding under a wolf’s pelt by a rock, and red sweatpants, completely oblivious to the fashion disaster he wore that could only be called the Stiles, completing the look with his red hoody, the red starting to fade at the top from over exposure to sun, rain and wind. That sounded so far fetched it has to be true. “Stiles!” His dad, Sheriff Stillinski, called down from the kitchen, “Get down here! I made pancakes!” “Pancakes?!” Stiles yelled back, in surprise. When had his dad gone down stairs? “Yes numbskull, now get down here before they cold! Don‘t forget Scott will be here soon!” “Ok, ok coming!” Stiles crammed his books into his bag, stuffed the note in his pocket next to his cell phone and bonded down stairs, so glad his hair was short enough to not have to worry about maintaining it. “Oh my god, you really made pancakes, what’s the occasion?” Stiles asked when he hit the bottom and turned into the kitchen. “Nothing, it’s just the first day of school after Spring Break, and you know…I never got to congratulate you properly on winning the Lacrosse Championship, you know with you disappearing for a day and all….sooo…here.” “Great way to kill the mood dad,” Stiles said sarcastically, only half meaning what he said, and sitting down across from him. “Sorry,” His dad replied awkwardly. Ah, awkward Dad. What can you say, like father like son, two awkward peas in an awkward pod. “No prob,” Stiles replied just as awkwardly and began to eat. Oh how he missed his dad’s pancakes. The meal went by relatively easily after that, Stiles eating his weight in pancakes, his dad sneaking extra bacon from the pan after Stiles specifically said not to, giving him the “You’re going to clog your arteries and end up in the hospital again” speech. With his dad responding with the “You’re old enough to take care of yourself, let me eat my bacon and die happy.” retort. Finally Stiles gave up, and let his dad have his way knowing the moment he walked out the door he’d eat it anyway, and grabbed his keys from the key rack hanging on the wall next to the refrigerator. “I’m gonna go kidnap Scott now.” He called over his shoulder, “Save him the misery of walking here today.” “Mhm,” His dad mumbled with his mouth full. “Don’t forget your salad,” His dad made a face. “Eat it, you already had more than enough bacon. Don’t make me have to ask your secretary.” “Ok ok get out of here already Stiles.” “Leavin’.” … As it turned out by the time Stiles got out to his jeep, threw his backpack in the back, adjusted his rearview mirror and strapped in, Scott was in his driveway, curse his werewolf powers. “Morning,” Scott said with a tap on the window, his signature goof ball grin pasted on his face. “Morning,” Stiles replied unlocking the door for him to get in. “Great day for school isn’t it,” Scott said happily, as Stiles backed out of his driveway and toward Beacon Hills High. “I wouldn’t say great, I’d go with Ominous, or maybe…despairing.” “Dude, that’s like…depressing.” “Well yes, that’s generally my outlook as it pertains to ‘school’” “You’re just jealous that you still haven’t gotten a girlfriend or had sex.” “Ha! Ridiculous.” Stiles said shifting uncomfortably, his thoughts instantly going to Derek, and Derek touching him…kissing him…stroking him…biting him…fuc- Stiles shook his head and wet his lips with his tongue replying again, “Why would I be jealous of you, you numbskull, and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible.” “Tcch, insults to one’s intelligence is just the nerds way of compensating brawn…and wolfy senses.” Stiles shot him a look and punched him in the arm lightly, “Ok you can not bring werewolf powers into this conversation, in case you forgot that’s not exactly normal.” “Watever, you’re still jelly.” “Jelly?” “What? Not working?” “Nope.” “Well at least I have fashion sense.” “Ouch, I take offense to that, you didn’t even have fashion sense before Allison, don’t act so superior, and don’t forget you two aren’t together anymore” “Not right now, but we’re meant to be.” Stiles gagged at Scott’s dreamy expression and sighed in relief as they pulled into the school’s parking lot. Scott was even gayer than he was at times and that was saying something considering he was the one with a boyfriend…who he had neglected to tell Scott about…who would probably flip out the moment he found out. God he hated high school.
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