"Hey, Derek!" Stiles yelled rushing to him before he left.
"What's up?"
"Wanna come over tonight for dinner. Mom's homemade recipe," Stiles smiled.
"And that would be?"
"Me."
Derek smiled, dumbfoundedly. Of course he agreed to it though.
-at dinner-
Stiles, Derek, and Noah all sat at the table. Derek got interrogated and Stiles got embarrassed. The normal protective dad speel.
"Stiles I just got a call, I need to head to the station, do the dishes for me please. Derek, out of here by 11."
"Yes sir," Derek said.
Stiles got up and brought everything to the kitchen to be taken care of. Derek helped Stiles clean and put away the dishes so they had more time to do whatever.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Stiles asked, holding up one of his favorites.
"Sure, but let's watch it in your room. You still owe me something."
Stiles thought for a minute until it finally clicked... his ass.
"Right, yes, lets go."
Stiles led the way to his room, shutting the door behind him and Derek.