“Okay first, is that a wolf thing? Being super in tune with the sun’s alignment and all that? Second, I gotta say you and mama McCall being grocery buds is kind of awesome. Weird and totally unexpected, but awesome. Like those mugs that change color if you put hot or cold drinks in them— Ha! Hey, there’s a beetle on my shoe. Sup, beetle— like if you pour hot coffee into it and the mug turns orange— weird and unexpected, but awesome. Actually jk, the beetle’s actually just some dirt. Is that mint? I need Adderall.”
Derek chokes a little on his orange.
“I’ll bring a giant Cthulhu pillow and we’ll see who wins in a fight to the death.”
“Draw me like one of your French bread girls,” Stiles begs as he tries poking Derek with a baguette.
Because shopping with Lydia is a mall-crawl filled with winks and coy smiles. And if Lydia winks at you more than once within an hour, you should either assume she is winking at someone far superior and good-looking behind you, or be very worried that something terrible is about to happen to you. Stiles tried to tell her that it’s no big deal, no it’s not a date, that he and Derek hang out all the time, they literally live together, and her response had been to cup his cheeks and pin him down with her green gaze and say, “Stiles Stilinksi, for someone so intelligent you can be so incredibly stupid.” —He gets that now. He’ll have to call and tell her the good news later.
OH! Oh, ohhhh, oh my friggin’ holy Millennium Falcon on a toasted BUN, Derek—!”