Origins. || teen wolf [3]

five: dinner for four

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"We're going to wait here for Scott. We're going to sit quietly. We're not going to call or talk to anyone," Stile began to instruct while we walked into the McCall household.

"Do I talk to you?" Derek asked.

"No."

Derek turned to me, "Do I talk to you?"

I merely growled, getting my point across.

"Fine. Good. Who's going to talk to him?"

Stiles and I both turned around and jumped back when we saw Agent McCall standing there with a bag of take out in his hand.

"Ah!" Stiles almost screamed and then collected himself before asking, "Are you getting taller?"

"What are you guys doing here?" Agent McCall asked.

Derek answered, completely ignoring Stiles rules that he just went over, "We're waiting for Scott."

"Yeah, so am I. We're supposed to have dinner. I bought extra, you guys hungry?"

"Yeah!" Derek exclaimed.

"No!" Stiles and I yelled back in sync, while Agent McCall just looked at the three of us in confusion.

"We're not hungry," Stiles reinforced narrowing his eyes down at Derek and then back up at Agent McCall.

"No, I'm starving." Derek argued giving Stiles and I a dirty look.

"Well, if you aren't hungry, Lainy and Stiles, your friend can still eat with us." Agent McCall compromised, "What's your name?" He then asked Derek.

"Der-"

"Miguel!" Stiles frantically interrupted, and then he began stuttering in panic, "Y-yep...Miguel, my cousin Miguel...from Mexico. So..."

Unexpectedly Agent McCall began speaking in Spanish which sent Stiles into an even bigger panic. I wasn't bad at Spanish; however, I wasn't able to pick up what he had just said to Derek.

"Oh my god," Stiles muttered his eyes wide.

Derek then smiled and replied in Spanish. My jaw dropped open in shock as I looked from Agent McCall to Derek.

"Fantastic. Egg roll?" Agent McCall offered bringing the food over to the table.

"Hell, yeah!" Derek cheered happily, finally getting the food he wanted.

Stiles began laughing nervously as he watched Derek leave our side.

"Shrimp fried rice or pork fried rice?" Agent McCall asked.

Stiles then let out a few nervous chuckles, raises his one hand, the other was attached to his hip.

"Fantastic! Egg roll!" He said sarcastically, and then looking over at me, "Isn't this fantastic?"