Stiles was not a morning person. Never had been. Never will be. So he had been sound asleep when Derek came into his room and threw clothes and shoes onto the bed and Stiles causing the teen to wake up with a start.
"What?" Stiles asked blinking as his half asleep mind tried to figure out what was going on. Clothes? Shoes? Was he being set free? Stiles looked up at Derek with a very confused look on his face. "What is going on? Is the house on fire?"