Gallows ✢ Stilinski | 3

FOUR

FOUR

"We're just gonna wait here for Scott. We're gonna sit quietly. And we're not gonna to call or talk to anyone." Stiles explained to Derek as we enter my house, and entering the kitchen.

"Do I talk to you?" Derek asked suddenly.

"No." Stiles told him.

"Do I talk to Stacey?"

"Hell no," Stiles said dramatically.

"Good."

"Fine." Stiles argued back.

"Who's gonna talk to him?" I look in the direction as he stood there with takeouts in his hand. I shot up an eyebrow as Stiles screamed. What the hell is dad doing here? How long has been here? I thought he left. I pursed my lips together, this just shows how little I stay at my own house.

I basically live with Stiles.

"Ah!" Stiles muttered. "Are you getting taller?"

"What are you guys doing here?" Dad asked, holding the food.

"I live here," I told him in a duh tone.

"Really? You haven't been home in two weeks." Dad countered. "Where have you been?"

"You don't need to worry about it." I told him. I frown, he hasn't been here for five years. I pushed back that thought, we're kind of getting along now. "They're with me, we're waiting for Scott."

"Yeah, so am I, we're supposed to have dinner." Dad explained. Wait, he and Scott made up? Since when? "I brought extra. You guys hungry?"

I felt a little betrayed by Scott. He didn't tell me dad was living here, nor that they made up and have dinner together. "Yeah." Derek grinned.

"No, we're not hungry," Stiles declined.

"No, I'm starving," Derek stated.

"No, we're not," I said through my teeth, nudging Derek in the ribs. "Neither of us are hungry, thanks, dad."

"Okay, Stiles and Stacey, if you're not hungry, your friend can still eat with us." I release a sigh, running a hand through my hair. "What's your name?"

"Der-"

"Miguel." Stiles cuts off dad, and I looked over at him, I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. I nodded.

"Who's he again?"

"Um, my cousin... Miguel."

My eyes soften, I miss Danny.

"Stiles' cousin, Miguel." I continued, glancing over at Stiles. He raised an eyebrow, surprised but quickly turned to Dad.

"From Mexico." Stiles continued, wrapping an arm around Derek's shoulders. "So..." My eyes widen when my dad spoke Spanish to him. Oh, my god.

"Oh, my god." I mutter. Fortunately, Derek spoke Spanish back to my dad.

Dad looked impressed. "Fantastic. Egg roll?"

"Hell yeah."

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"So, uh, Miguel... what did you say your last name was again?" Dad asked as Derek and he sat across from each other, Stiles and I sat beside each other at my table.

"Oh, it's Juarez." Stiles told him. I bit on my lower lip to keep another laugh escaping out of me. Miguel Juarez. This story keeps getting funnier and funnier. "Cinqua Tiago." Miguel Juarez Cinqua Tiago. Derek frowned at Stiles.