23 days of Letter Prompts

17. To someone who made you smile this week.



Stiles rubbed his eyes. He st up quickly when he noticed he was in his room. He hadn't meant to fall asleep at the diner yesterday, but he had obviously been more tired than he had anticipated.

He hoped that Derek had brought him home. It wasn't that he didn't trust Peter, he just felt safer with Derek. He looked over to his nightstand and grabbed the note he hadn't noticed at first.

Stiles,

Peter swore he didn't drug you, but I don’t trust him with you. Okay, so I only trust your dad and mine with you. What can I say? I am possessive, but you already knew that.

Peter made me bring your supper home, so it is in the refrigerator. He packed enough for your dad to have some too.

He asked me to tell you thank you for the help and for the investment. What investment? Did he talk you into some stupid get rich quick scheme? Be careful, you don't want your credit ruined before you are out of college.

Hopefully I will be able to call you later today. There have been some wild developments here. I miss you and I love you.

XOXO,

Derek

Stiles shook his head and smiled at the note. Trust Derek to be sweet and sour all in one setting. Like Sweet and Sour Chicken. However, the wolf seemed only to be a chicken when it came to himself.

Ben Kelev, he had the world's only sweet and sour chicken wolf. What the fuck was his life?

He grabbed his laptop and headed down stairs. He couldn't believe that he had missed supper (and Derek) last night. How was life fair?

He glanced at the clock and saw that his dad would… should be home in an hour for lunch. He sent him a quick text as he turned on the oven and went to get the casserole that had supposedly been left.

He hoped that Derek hadn’t eaten too much of it. He knew that his man loved his Uncle's cooking. He was happy to note that not even a spoonful was gone and it spelled delicious. Obviously, Peter had bribed or threatened his nephew for the food to remain intact.

He tossed the dish into the oven and then sat down to wrap up his daily letter. It would be so easy to use Derek again, but he had someone else in mind.

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Dear Coach Finstock,

I wonder if you remember me. You probably do. You swore I made you go grey just by having the name I have.

I always got a chuckle when you attempted to wrap your tongue and brain around my name. Languages are not your strong point, are they? Even Jackson could say my last name.

I blame your horrible penmanship. Did you take lessons from a doctor? You realize that my paper on male circumcision is all your fault. None of your classes got that assignment right.

Scott thought it was about the importance of unisex underwear.

Jackson swore it was supposed to be about the history of Lacrosse, though I think he just wants to write about Lacrosse.

Lydia thought it was about Louis Vuitton vs Gucci vs Versace, though obviously Prada was far superior.

See what I mean? You need to print out your instructions. Though I would not have had the pleasure of seeing you change color each time you got paper on a subject other than the importance of the Japanese Yen.

It was awesome.

Thanks for the Laughs,

Stiles Stilinski (it never was Bilinski)

~~

"What did you fix us?" John asked as he walked in.

Stiles smiled as he saved the letter and shut down his laptop. "Leftovers, Peter made it."

"Did you talk to him about the diner?"

"Yup, it was a no go, but I think I managed to talk him into catering year round. Which would be good for the Annual Sheriffs Roast. Why you call it that is beyond me. You only had roast once and you never 'roast' anyone. Not even the stupid criminals," Stiles complained as he went to get the plates and food.

"Just feed me."

They ate happily in silence. Who knows where John's mind was (possibly drafting a proposal or homage to Peter's cooking) and Stiles wondered what news he would hear next and if it would be good or bad.