Stiles' Prerogative
Me? Hanging off a roof by my fingertips.
Derek? Clinging to the skylight window.
I hate my life
"Stiles, you're gonna grab my hand," Derek tells me, like he's ordering a goddamn latte.
"Dude, you on the brown acid?! I let go and I'm pavement pizza!" I yell, completely calm.
Rolling his eyes, Derek throws the perfect swing, grabs my hand as I reach out—me, suffering several mini-heart attacks—and pulls me up.
I land on top of Derek.
"My hero," I totally do not swoon.
Derek? He tries not to smile.
Me? I change my mind.
I love my life
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For @sterekdrabbles Monday challenge. The words were "brown", "perfect" and "roof" and the theme was "Heroism".
Tagging: @novemberhush @sterek-malec-karamel @reallyelegantsharkfish @dylinski
