“How can you not like milkshakes?”
“They’re empty vessels of sugar.”
“Excuse you, they are delicious!”
“Coming from the guy whose diet consists of Fanta and squeezable cheese.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
Derek just shrugs, and oh, fuck him, he deserves the french fry Stiles throws at his face across the booth.
It’s not often the whole pack hangs out together, let alone gets dinner at skeezy diners outside of town. But it’s spring break after their first year separating from college, and Scott is a stickler for tradition, if anything. Or, friendship.
Either way, that’s how Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Kira, Malia, Jackson, Derek, and Liam find themselves squished into a round booth in the back of Granny’s Closet.
“You’re like a twig, Stiles, how could he be calling you fat?” Kira retorts, taking a sip of her water.
“He just shrugged!” Stiles exclaims brashly, and then glares at Derek. “You think just because you’re all buff and muscular and eat raw bunnies that anyone else is a disgrace.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “I never said that.”
“Yeah, well, you said it with your eyebrows.” Stiles slumps in his seat.