Luke's Pov

I smiled as I watched Stiles look through the racks that contained flannels.

The second we arrived at the mall Stiles grabbed my hand and dragged me into the clothes store.

I knew how excited he was to shop for new clothes because he's been talking during the entire ride here about getting more clothes.

My guess is that his clothes don't fit him or he's going to get rid of his old ones.

Truthfully, I don't care.

As long as I get to see him happy and see him smile that's all I really care about.

Stiles turned to me while holding up two flannels.

"What do you think of these two?" Stiles asked.

"They look good" I shrugged.

"Luke, come on" Stiles sighed, annoyed.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I want your honest opinion or else I'm not going to get them" Stiles said.

"That is my honest opinion" I told him.

"Really? Because to me it sounds like you're bored and don't care about what I get" Stiles pointed out.

"Well..." I trailed off.

He wasn't really wrong.

"Luke!" Stiles yelled.

"Love, if you want me to be honest fine. You look good in whatever you wear and that includes flannels. I don't care what flannel you get or how many you get because you'll look good in all of them" I explained.

I wasn't lying.

He could buy whatever he wanted and he would look good in them.

He doesn't need my opinion because he should just choose what he likes and so I can buy them.

And I really want to get out of here so we can head back to my apartment and cuddle.

That's all I care about.

"Do you really mean that or are you just saying that?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"You wound me, love" I pouted, placing a hand over my chest.

"Luke" Stiles huffed.

I laughed before walking closer to him. I reached out to gently cup his face with my hands and looked into his eyes.

"I mean it. You can pick out whatever you want, it's why we're here in the first place, and I know you'll look good. You always do" I smiled.

Stiles sighed but a small smile appeared on his face.

"You always know how to warm my heart with your words" Stiles said.

"Only for you, love. Only for you" I hummed.

That was true.

And it always will be.

Because Stiles is the only person I will ever say nice and loving things to.

Because Stiles is the only one worthy of such words.

"Now, grab the flannels you're planning to get and put them into the cart" I told him.

Stiles nodded.

I let go of his face and watched as he went to grab a few more flannels he had been looking at to put them in the cart.

Once that was done I stood next to him and slid my hand into his and held it.

"Will you be getting anything else or are you done?" I asked.

"I think I'm done for today. Let's pay for these and get some food so we can head home" Stiles said.

"Sounds good" I nodded.

"But I'm paying for our food" Stiles told me.

"What? No you're not" I shook my head.

"Babe, you're already paying for all the clothes I picked out. It's only fair I pay for our food" Stiles argued.

"Love, I brought you here to treat you which means that I will pay for our food like I'll be paying for the clothes" I argued back.

There's no way in hell am I letting Stiles pay for our food.

I'm the one that brought him here and that means the one paying for everything is me.

Not him.

Not on my watch.

"Luke, you don't-" Stiles started but I cut him off.

I started walking over to the register, "come on, love. Lets hurry before the line gets too long".

Stiles glared at me but I ignored him. He realized it and let out a huff of annoyance to which I laughed.

As we walked to the register I swear I could feel someones eyes on us as we walked.

I don't know who it was, or why they were watching us, but I decided to pay them zero attention.

They weren't of any importance.

The only thing important to me right now is my boyfriend.

Nobody's Pov

Confused.

That's what Derek Hale was feeling.

His day had started off as normal as it could be.

This morning he and Braeden had a nice breakfast, talked about what they would do for the day, cleaned the dishes together before bidding each other goodbye.

While he didn't have work today Braeden did since she is mercenary and takes on many jobs from many clients in order to earn money.

Before leaving she had told Derek to go shopping for groceries for dinner later.

He did but then he decided to get Braeden a nice dress from the clothes store.

And when he got there he stumbled across and...interesting sight.

He saw Stiles, his ex-boyfriend, looking through racks that contained flannels.

Figures that Stiles would be looking at flannels.

The boy had a collection of flannels.

However, that wasn't what caught his attention.

What caught his attention was the fact that Stiles wasn't alone.

He was with someone.

A boy around his age.

He was blonde and was a little taller than Stiles. He wore clothes that were different from what Stiles wore. He wore clothes that a "bad boy" would wear.

He was shopping with Stiles.

Derek doesn't know why he stopped to watch them from a distance, not wanting to be caught, but he did.

And there were a few things he had taken notice of.

The way the blonde boy was staring at Stiles like he was the only person in the entire store. The only person he wanted to look at.

The way the blonde boy spoke to Stiles.

He couldn't hear what they were talking about given where he was but neither of them looked annoyed.

Well, Stiles looked a little annoyed while the blonde boy looked amused.

Then the blonde boy walked closer to Stiles and cupped his face with his hands in a soft manner.

And he spoke to him in a soft way just by the smile he had given Stiles.

And Stiles was content with what he said given the small smile he had given to the blonde boy.

Derek felt his heart flutter a little when seeing the smile on Stiles's face.

It's been a while since he's seen Stiles smile.

He watched as Stiles grabbed a few flannels and put them into the cart and watched as the blonde boy stood next to him and held his hand.

He watched as they talked before walking to the register to pay.

That's when he looked away and walked away to finish what he had come to the store for.

But it was difficult to pick out a dress for his girlfriend like he intended to.

Not when his mind was still on Stiles and that mysterious blonde boy.

Who was that blonde boy?

How does he know Stiles?

How does Stiles know him?

They're definitely the same age so maybe the blonde boy attends the same school as Stiles.

But what were they doing together shopping?

Are they just friends and they're hanging out?

But...the way they interacted with each other isn't what you would see from friends.

Meaning there's gotta be something going on between them.

Derek is sure of it.

As he goes through a rack that's filled with dresses he makes a mental note to talk to the others and ask them about Luke.

Specifically Isaac, Malia, Kira, Liam and Theo.

Considering they're the only ones that are still friends with Stiles and speak to him.

Hopefully he gets answers.

Specifically answers that'll help him understand the relationship between Stiles and that blonde boy.