Today was the day. I was finally going to attempt to become friends with Derek. All week I had been working up to it, prepping myself, and now I was standing outside the train depot, leaning against my jeep, willing myself to go inside.

It wasn't that I was scared, after nearly a year Derek didn't scare me anymore, but I had this feeling he was going to do something 'Derek-esque' and I was going to end up pushed into a wall or something. I mean, the guy couldn't take a compliment, he wouldn't accept a nice gesture, and I seriously doubted he wanted to be friends with me. I didn't even know if he had friends.

And I'd never know unless I grew a pair and walked inside. So, with a deep breath, I pushed away from my jeep and strode towards the door. I'd be lying if I said I didn't try to turn around at least three times, but I eventually made it into the depot, and nearly ran into the Sourwolf in question as he was coming out.

He looked like he was on his way out. His keys were in his left hand, his sunglasses sat, perched on his head, his jacket was on, and he had his patented 'brooding and pensive' look plastered across his face. I swear, if I hadn't seen him smile (a rarity for him), I would have believed his face was stuck like that. He's such a Sourwolf.

"Hey," I said awkwardly when he stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly, but otherwise he didn't respond. "I was wondering if you were busy. But it seems you are about to head out, so I should just…" I turned to leave, but he grabbed my shoulder, keeping me in place.

"What do you want?" he asked slowly.

"Me? W-why would I want anything?"

"Because you're here," Derek stated, his eyebrows furrowing, "and you look like you want something."

"Like I said, you're about to head out. Just don't mind…" I tried to leave again, but he still had a hold of my shoulder. He gave me a testy look; one I'd seen right before my head unnecessarily met a very solid surface. Not needing a concussion today, I sucked in a breath and quickly said, "Do-you-want-to-get-coffee-or-something-with-me?"

"What?" It's not every day that I was able to catch the great and mighty Derek Hale by surprise, but today I managed it. Score one for Stilinski.

I took barely a millisecond to celebrate before I repeated, a little slower, "Do you want to get coffee or something with me?" He gave me an incredulous look, so I plowed on. "It's just, I've noticed you barely leave this…" What to call his 'lovely abode?' Monstrosity? Hovel? Rat infested, stink fest he called a home? "…place, and when you do you're either patrolling for some big bad, stalking…" he glared at me. "Sorry, 'keeping an eye on' one of us, or just doing whatever it is Alphas do when they leave their lairs.

"I mean, don't you get tired of sitting alone, in the dark, brooding? You need more sun, buddy; more human interactions; more… something." I gave him my most winning smile and asked, "So, what do you say?"

He was quiet for a moment, either thinking over what I said or debating whether or not to throw me into the dumpster across the street (wouldn't be the first time), but eventually he said, "No." He then let go of my shoulder and walked around me.

I was stunned for maybe six seconds, but I quickly snapped out of it, turned on my heel, and quickly chased after him. "Not even a small coffee? A donut? A cinnamon roll?"

"No," he repeated walking down the sidewalk, towards the direction of the old storage shed where he kept his car.

"Look, I am trying to become your friend," I snapped testily, following him, "and you are making that very, very difficult."

"I don't need a friend," he retorted stopping to check both ways before stepping into the street. "Leave me alone."

I stopped and he kept walking. Okay, so I saw my next move going one of two ways. One: I continued to follow him until he got so fed up he killed me. Or two: I left him alone and tried again another day. Now, as much fun as the former sounded, I think the latter was the best choice, so, I smiled and, with an over exaggerated sigh, gloomily said, "Sure thing, Derek. See ya around."

I turned to leave, moving towards my jeep, and was barely six steps when I heard Derek growl and say, "Fine. Let's get coffee." Maybe there was a third option after all; score two for Stilinski.

I turned to face the glaring werewolf, a grin on my face, and stated, "I know the perfect place; just as long as you don't mind grunge music from the 90's." He just rolled his eyes and walked back to the sidewalk, stalking past me. I ran to catch up, ignoring his grumbling when I said, "This is going to be great, buddy." I tried to put an arm around his shoulders, but he growled at me, and I decided that was a terrible idea.

Okay, so maybe being friends with Derek was probably going to be harder than I thought, but that's okay. I had time. And I could be patient… sometimes. This was going to be hard, but not impossible. So, as we walked back to my jeep, I made a promise to myself that I would be friends with Derek even if it killed me.

I really hoped it didn't kill me.

This is... I just... Sterek is slowly, ever so slowly, becoming one of my OTPs. Before Teen Wolf, I was never a Slash fan, but Sterek is just... I can't even describe why I like the couple, but I do. I really, really, really do.

So, anyway, that is why this is being written. This, guys, is officially my second Slash story. My friend Benny is going to have a field day with this, and most likely give me an "I told you so" speech, so we won't tell him. Let's just keep this amongst ourselves.

The Slash won't be featured until later though. I want their relationship to evolve slowly, but I will let you know the chapter beforehand.

So, thanks for reading, let me know if I should write a second chapter, and I do not own Derek or Stiles.

See ya!