New York State of Mind

[trisket]

The thing about New York that was probably the most annoying was the price of apartments. While the Hale's had money after the fire, most of it was sunk into education and Laura's restaurant. So, they all lived together in a big multi-unit. It was nice for the wolves in them but not so much for being siblings.

"Come on, Derek, please." Cora sounded really pathetic through the phone. "I've got to go to this class and I'm going to be late if I stop and if I don't go someone's going to steal all my clothes."

Derek wished his sister could see his glare through the phone but sadly they weren't video chatting at the moment. "Why don't you ask Jackson?"

"He's actually in class right now. Don't you know his schedule? Come on, you're going right by the laundromat. Pleeeeease."

"Fine, fine, which drier?" He asked with a heavy sigh.

This was typical of his sister. She couldn't schedule her way out of a paper bag. It was a wonder she actually could make it to class on time at all or remember when she had to beat what time. He shouldn't be the one she took advantage of just because he was done with classes for the day. He still had work to do.

Yet, here he was with a bag borrowed from the laundromat, emptying a drier of his sister's clothes. This was his life.

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[trisket]

"Well, have a nice rest of your day," he said with a bit more awkwardness in his voice. This was the part he didn't really know what to do with.

He shouldered his bag, made sure the laundry basket was safe against his hip and headed towards home.

[adderall]

If Stiles lingered a little longer to watch him leave, well-- she was only human. And that was one very, very fine ass.

She picked up the bag with her laundry in and started off in the opposite direction. She pulled her phone back out of her pocket, and sent him a quick message, a grin playing on her lips.

'don't study too hard, laundry thief ;)'

[trisket]

It was two days later when he was studying and not paying attention to his phone that Cora snagged it off the table and strolled away without him noticing.

She dropped on to the couch and typed out a quick text message to the girl he met and had totally not contacted again. As if Cora was going to let him get away with that.

u free Fri night?

[adderall]

When Stiles picked up her phone, she was expecting a message from any number of people. Scott, Allison, Kira. Her Dad. The one person she hadn't been expecting to hear from was Derek. From the laundromat. At least, not since getting her laundry basket back -- which had been done via his sister, like he'd said.

She didn't reply straight away, not sure how to or what that even meant. It was so out of the blue that-- well. What was she supposed to think? Should she even think anything? The answer to that one was probably no. She'd be stupid, however, no to answer. Even if he was asking for some mundane reason and not anything she should get her hopes up over.

don't have plans. why?

[trisket]

Cora was so frustrated at how long the girl took to respond. Maybe Derek hadn't done a good job of charming her which was totally like her brother. He failed so often to notice when girls were interested.

The text made her jump but she was quick to reply.

u wanna have dinner?

[adderall]

Stiles had to look twice at the message, because-- well. That was an unexpected turn of events. Dinner? Yeah, that was something that she could read in to, probably. Unless he wanted to be friends and wouldn't that be just her luck. Not that she'd say no to more friends, she didn't really know many people around New York, except for the other people in her classes, so having someone to hang out with from time-to-time would be nice.

sure! where were you thinking?

[trisket]

Cora did a quick fist pump of victory before she answered.

The Den. 7.

She gave the girl the address and the table Derek always sat at on Friday nights while he studied after his late class. It would be the perfect opportunity for a surprise date.

Derek would totally thank her.

[adderall]

To say that Stiles was nervous when Friday came around was an understatement. She hadn't dressed up, not really, but she'd spent a ridiculous amount of time in front of the mirror making sure she looked "casually chic" as Lydia like to call it. Lydia, who Stiles had called for advice as she was getting ready.

Derek hadn't messaged her again after giving her the address and the table he'd be at, but-- well. They were both busy during the week and they didn't really know each other well enough for random, casual, ridiculous texts.

She walked into The Den, and spotted Derek across the room -- exactly where he said he'd be -- with his nose in a book. She crossed the room and took the seat opposite him, flashing him a grin. "I'm not late, am I?"

[trisket]

He started studying in The Den on Fridays as a way to be social and not be social. When he had his nose in a book no one but family bothered him.

He was really surprised when Stiles sat down across from him. They hadn't spoken since he arraigned for her laundry basket to be returned to her.

"I'm sorry?" he asked, confused by her wording. "Late for what?"

[adderall]

Stiles' brow furrowed at Derek's expression and... well. That didn't bode well. There wasn't any way she could have misinterpreted his messages, right? Because they'd been pretty explicit. Down to the table that he'd be at.

Maybe she shouldn't take her coat off just yet. "Dinner. You said to meet you here for 7."

[trisket]

It was only thanks to his werewolf hearing that he caught Cora's snicker over the noise of the general sounds of the restaurant.

"Ah, right, sorry," he lied, "It's been a long week. I blanked for a second. Too much law."

He was going to kill his sister for this. It wasn't fair to Stiles to trick her in to something just because they thought he needed a social life.

"Dinner's on me tonight so get whatever you want."

[adderall]

"Uh-huh," Stiles said, sounding more than a little sceptical, but she'd let it slide. She'd forgotten worse things during a busy week.

She shrugged her coat off, letting it drape across the back of the chair. She grabbed one the menus that had been pushed to one side of the table. "I can pay my half, it's fine."

[trisket]

"Hey, come on, please?" Derek put on his best smile, the one that usually got him what he wants from people. He knows it's charming and disarming but in this case it's genuine.

Cora was waitress that night and she came over with a glass of water for Stiles and a wink for Derek.

He would kill her later.

[adderall]

Oh god, she was doomed. There was no way that anyone was allowed to look that attractive. Ever. Fuck. That was one pretty smile. Of course, she couldn't let him know he was winning this one. "Fine. But dinner is on me next time."

When the waitress came by with a glass of water for her, Stiles couldn't help but wonder what Derek's sister was doing here. Something wasn't quite adding up -- and if there was one thing that being the daughter of the Sheriff had taught her, it was to be suspicious when the details were either too convenient or not quite right.

[trisket]

Next time was a bit presumptuous but Derek wasn't going to argue right now. "Sure, that's fair."

He could scent the caution in Stiles and the suspicion. It had a very unique scent he was familiar with.

"I hope you like this place. It's my older sister's," he said, hoping that would ease some of her worries.

[adderall]

"Your sister's place, huh?" Stiles gave him an even look from across the table. The place seemed nice enough -- nicer than most places that she ate at when she decided to forgo instant ramen, or whatever -- but... a place he technically didn't need to "pay" at. That was sneaky.

[trisket]

"Yeah, Laura worked hard to open it. She used to cook with our mom." Derek trailed off, frowning a little. He had never mentioned his family so quickly with someone before.

He kept that to himself, usually, until a later date if he ever made it to later dates.

"Pretty much everything here is great," he said, trying to move past it. "And she makes everything fresh."

[adderall]

Stiles knew that look. That was the same look that Stiles got on her face whenever anyone mentioned her Mom, or she decided to talk about her. It was that far off look, like it hurt a little just to mention her. She didn't want to press for information, they weren't close enough for that, but she touched her foot gently against his ankle, like an anchor. Sometimes the barest touch helped to ground her when her emotions started to well up.

"Well. I haven't had a decently cooked meal in three weeks, so. Y'know," she said, flashing him a smile. "Anything is a step up from ramen. Or frozen pizza. Oh, also hot pockets."

[trisket]

The idea of living off that sort of processed food made Derek turn his nose up. That was a horrible way to live.

"Then you should definitely have something good for you," he said, trying not to sound like he's preaching but damn.

[adderall]

"I thought I already was," Stiles said, holding back a chuckle. What could she say? Terrible flirting was a go.

But really, she couldn't afford much more than she was already eating. Keeping as much stuff frozen as possible, or dried food, mean it would last longer -- and she bought it all on the cheap when it was on offer. She also had milk and cereal. That was a thing.

[trisket]

"Maybe something like a salad with dinner, I mean. You should have something that's not one hundred percent salt."

God, he sounded so controlling. Derek winced at himself because that was really not how he wanted to be.

"Okay, I'm not usually an asshole. I'm sorry."

[adderall]

"Yikes. I just heard myself talking to my Dad," Stiles said, pulling a bit of a face. She realised, of course, how hypocritical she sounded every time she checked in on what her Dad was eating. But hey, poor student. She took what she could get.

"But if you think I'm wasting myself on a salad when I don't have to pay?"

[trisket]

"I mean, you should try the banana chocolate pie with chocolate ice cream." He glanced over to the counter where she kept the desserts for the day on display in an old fashioned refrigerated case. "If you're not worried about being healthy."

Derek could eat whatever he wanted thanks to being a werewolf but he wasn't going to mention that.

"It's just a suggestion."

[adderall]

"Trying to get me to think about desert before dinner? You just went from trying to be a good influence to-- well. The worst." Stiles laughed, looking over the menu for something she wanted to eat.

"Also, chocolate is the magic word."

[trisket]

Derek chuckled, "Well, you didn't seem to be too picky about what you ate for dinner so I'm making suggestions."

Cora was heading their way, still looking smug as hell. Derek would get his revenge later.

"Better make it quick. Our waitress is coming."