throughaphase | MHA #10- Saturday evening

With the way things had been going for everyone over the last few weeks, Kitty and Allie had decided it might be good to have a small, semi-quiet apartment party with friends where nothing traumatic happened and they could have fun.

Aaand then Kitty got in from California too late yesterday to get much of anything done so a lot of today was spent cleaning, shopping, and finding some game off the Internet, because with the group they'd invited, it might be good to have something to focus on rather than just glaring at people across the room. Which they'd probably do anyway, but at least it wouldn't be their whole night.

By the time people were due to start showing up, everything had been set up, the place looked presentable, and the pizza had gotten here in time for Kitty to box up a couple pieces for Lucky already, because shut up, that's why.

[Up early for timezones! For those who know who they are, but if you want to swing an invite, just grab one of us on AIM at chickwithemo or izzyalienqueen!]

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YES IT WAS.

"I guess that means I don't have to get you a Valentine's Day gift." No baked goods for you, Stiles.

"What, you totally do, I already got you gifts." And they were awesome, Derek! Awesome! "You're still my Valentine's date, Der-bear, don't worry."

"The return them." He already knew just what kind of gifts to expect. He would have said 'maybe I'll have a date' but that would be too outlandish.

"No." You were going to take your gifts like a man, Derek. "You don't get to back out of our totally disturbing Valentine's whatever. I already traumatized Scott with the idea."

Damn it, did you have to lure him in with traumatizing Scott? "What did you tell him?"

"Dude, I barely had to tell him anything. I just said we were hanging out on Valentine's Day and his imagination ran with it," Stiles said. "He made this choked little sobbing noise when I said I was considering making you take me to a Nicholas Sparks movie."

"...you'd sit through one of those?" Derek wouldn't. Not without trying to murder someone.

"If I thought it'd annoy you, yeah." Come on now, Derek.

"Well, now I know what we're doing." DINNER AND A MOVIE.

Well that backfired spectacularly. "No."

Just...no.

"C'mon, Stiles," Derek replied, leaning into his personal space. "I know you've been dying to see it."

"You're a horrible person," Stiles said, making what would likely be a failed attempt at pushing Derek away. "Awful, horrible fake boyfriend."

"You too, moon pie," Derek shot back, swaying slightly because he could be polite. Sort of.

"I am a joy to be around, how dare you." A complete and utter joy. "I'm going to make you regret wanting to go to that movie, mark my words."

"Like to see you try." Seriously, guys. You keep escalating this game of gay chicken.

Everybody in this room would be receiving a wedding invitation in a few years because of gay chicken, it was true.

"You really don't think I can make you miserable?" he asked.

Embossed invitations. With ribbon.

Derek gave him a look. Because Stiles didnt have the murderous instincts to be like his last girlfriend.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy giving you your gifts." Why did that sound like a threat?

Oh right, because for them presents were weapons rather than something that meant affection. Even if this was sort of affectionate in an teasing, odd, codependent sort of way.

They had so many layers for two idiots.

"And you're going to love what I get you." Love it or die.

Stiles smiled and reached up to pat Derek on the cheek. Just to be a jerk. "I'm sure I will, pumpkin."

There were a lot of people at this party, you couldn't physically assault him so there.

Assault? Perish the thought! Instead, he wrapped an arm around Stiles waist. Like a good boyfriend. If you ignored the constipated look and forced smile. "Find a suit for our date."

"Ugh you suck." That meant he was going to have to call Peter again. Calling Peter was the worst, Derek! "Wait, does that mean you're going to wear a suit too?"

"Yes." AND HE WOULD LOOK DAPPER TOO.

"I'm having a hard time picturing that," Stiles admitted. "I've never seen you in anything outside of your usual leather jacket and overly tight jeans uniform."

"Will you stop talking about my jeans?" You're giving people the wrong idea, Stiles! Yes. You are. Not the guy with his arm still around you.

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