I need a ride im way tpp drunk to drice
Derek read the message after being awoken by various phone calls. He didn’t answer them in time, the caller going to voicemail as Derek collected himself. He tapped away the notifications, the phone calls coming from Stiles. He instantly woke up more when he saw the name pop up back again with that message. He quickly typed a response:
He threw his blanket away, sliding off his bed in one motion. Derek went to his closet, quickly putting on a light jacket over his tank top, shoving his feet into a random pair of shoes. His eyes adjust to the darkness as he carefully makes his way down the stairs, the moonlight peeking through the curtains in the living room.
Derek grabs the keys to the Camaro, closing the door behind him quietly, not in the mood to deal with his parents so early in the morning. He starts the car, waiting for it to defog when he gets another text message from Stiles:
A soft smile forms on his face. He starts the car and drives off to pick Stiles up.
This is a preview for a fic I wrote featuring Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski. Want to read more? Read it here on AO3! Read the tags before venturing.