So, this is my first Sterek fanfic. I fell in love with the ship and the show in June and now I've finally given into the urge to write a fic. I have quite a few more ideas brewing but I'm trying to stick to only writing two fics at a time. If you like my writing and Supernatural then check out a few of my Destiel fics. I recommend 'I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU' and 'HOW TO SAVE A LIFE' as those are the ones that people most enjoy reading.

Three things before you start reading; no' 1: THIS FICTION IS BASED OFF A TUMBLR POST THAT I SAW (the link is in my profile). Someone asked for a 30k long fic and so… this happened.

No' 2: Derek is not in this first chapter but will join us in Chapter 2, don't worry.

No' 3: I'm British, in my first year of University and know next to nothing about the American education system; so I just used the British system and edited it to include the odd bits I do know, like how people don't get their University degree paid for, etc.

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Stiles grinned down at the laptop on his desk. Now that he'd got his results from school, he'd received his official acceptance emails from his University choices. He was going to University! Now he just had to decide which one. His reserve choice had been Beacon County University - obviously. And his first choice had been Yale… but he'd never expected to actually get into an Ivy League school. Especially not with his exceptionally lacking extracurricular activities. Stiles re-read the email again and again in disbelief… surely it had to have been sent by mistake.

He logged into UCAS to find that, nope, his status confirmed what his email had said. He had been accepted into Yale and, holy shit, he hadn't been preparing for that!

Stiles buried his head in his hands, unable to keep the grin off his face. He had a little while yet to confirm which University he was going to attend in September. And so now, he supposed, it was time to do a little research. The eighteen-year-old cracked his knuckles, took some more Adderall, and got to looking up everything there was to know about Yale.

His Dad, who had been there when he'd first checked his email and must have congratulated him and wandered off while Stiles was still in shock, was currently on the phone downstairs and chatting away to someone about Stiles' acceptance emails. He had to assume this person was Melissa considering fifteen minutes later Scott was bursting into his bedroom with a put-upon smile and rather sad eyes.

"So… you're not going to BCU? Congratulations," Scott murmured with false happiness and Stiles shrugged.

"I dunno, man. I mean… it's Yale! How could I not accept the offer" he answered while making a swooping hand gesture to emphasise how big an opportunity this was and Scott nodded, solemnly. "But… if I go to BCU then I get my entire course paid for. If I choose Yale then I have to find half of the money myself. And then there's the expectation for me to join a club and get involved with the Student Union… do I really want to do that? Plus, have you seen the basic living costs in Connecticut? There's no way I could afford that. I'd have to live in halls for my first year because it's cheaper. But then there is all the noise that comes from everybody coming back from clubs at four in the morning! And I'd have to share a room! What if I get stuck with someone I don't like? What if he takes my pillow?! You know I can't sleep without my pillow!"

Stiles realised that he was stressing out and he saw and heard Scott trying to calm him down. But it wasn't getting through to him.

"Who knows how long it would take me to get used to another pillow! I could be awake for days! That would seriously affect my work output. I could die of exhaustion. Literally! You can't go much more than eleven days without sleep! And what if I did survive to the end of the year? Second years aren't allowed to live in halls and there is no way that I could afford an apartment in Connecticut! And, if by some miracle, I'm able to find a place seedy enough for me to afford, there is no way I could keep my car. Oh God! My car… I'd have to -"

"Stiles!" Scott shouted and shook him out of his endless ramblings. Stiles' heart was beating hard and fast in his chest, his breathing nothing more than short gasps. He hadn't been having a panic attack but a little longer and it might have become one. Stiles realised he was standing in the middle of his room and idly wondered when he'd moved from sitting at his desk. Maybe he'd been pacing? He waited for his heart rate to return to normal again before putting on a smile and thanking Scott.

"There also won't be you at Yale… I don't think I'd be able to cope" Stiles said and Scott grinned at him in return - his first real smile since entering the room. Scott let go of the grip he had on Stiles' shoulder and took a step back.

"So… you are going to Beacon County?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" It would be cool if he could go to Yale, but it just didn't really seem plausible.

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Luckily his Dad hadn't told anyone else about Stiles being accepted to Yale because, after a few hours of research, Stiles decided for good that BCU was his best option. The campus was about two hours' drive from his house in Beacon Hills and so he still needed to move closer. He briefly reconsidered staying in halls to save some money. But the thought of sharing a room with a stranger wasn't comforting. Plus, he didn't want to take any chances with his sanity that his rommie wouldn't be a vindictive pillow thief… the bastard. It also made more sense to have a place he could stay in for more than a year; where he wouldn't be ushered out, along with all the other second year students, to make room for the freshers.

That's why he currently found himself at half nine on a Saturday morning, with his Dad, wandering from apartment building to apartment building. His Dad was evil and dragged him out of bed - quite literally - at seven o'clock. On at Saturday. And Stiles would have been more than happy to just put a deposit down on the first one they saw so they could make the two-hour long drive back and he could curl back into bed to awaken at a more decent time. But no… his Dad was determined to take a look at every place available within a thirty-minute walk from the University Campus. That was surprisingly a lot of apartment buildings.

And the Sheriff didn't like any of them. They was either a lack of parking, or they were too far away from the high street, or they were too close to the high street. There was graffiti on the opposite building to the apartment or the road was too quaint and so obviously filled with drug dealers… It took longer than it should have for Stiles to realise that his Dad was just freaking out about him leaving home.

The Sheriff pulled into the parking lot of the seventh apartment building. It was now the middle of the day and Stiles was starving, so when he spotted the café next door he forcefully pulled his Dad into it and sat him down at a table.

"You know, it didn't take us much longer than an hour and a half to get here" Stiles began talking after he sat down with his Dad after buying two coffees and two chicken baguettes. "Sure, it's farther away than ideal but there's no reason I can't come back down to visit every few weeks"

The Sheriff looked like he was ready to argue a point when he paused, sighed deeply and took a big bite out of his baguette.

"The house is going to be so quiet without you there"

"Maybe you can finally get some rest" Stiles joked but felt bad about how much of a hassle he had been; he was better lately, had calmed down some, but he still put his Dad through hell and high water on occasion. The Sheriff smiled tightly and took a sip of his coffee as Stiles began to tuck into his own food.

"Damn, this is good coffee" his Dad muttered into the mug – Stiles took a sip and instantly agreed because that was amazing.

After ten minutes they had both finished their food and drinks and made their way towards the apartment building – Hale Apartments. The building was fairly big and, from the amount of mail lockers, had about twenty apartments. Stiles threw himself onto the soft brown leather sofa next to the lockers as his Dad went to find the Landlord. After a few minutes a tall guy wandered into the building and towards the lockers. Stiles' sleep-deprived brain took a few seconds before he recognised the blond curls and shy, angelic smile.

"Hey, Stiles right?" Isaac asked once they made eye contact and Stiles nodded – greeting him with his own 'hey'. "Do you live here too?"

"Not yet. I'm apartment hunting, ready for Uni to start up… but I'm already half sold on this place based on the great café next door" Stiles explained and Isaac laughed as he opened his mail locker.

"Yeah, one of my friends works there so we get a discount" Isaac muttered and laughed at Stiles' jealous-ridden face.

"So, you're going to go to BCU as well?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you are though. Weren't your grades one of the highest in the year? I thought you'd go somewhere bigger"

"And you graduated a semester early. Why didn't you go somewhere bigger?" Stiles said because he didn't know what Isaac's grades were, but they had to have been good if he graduated early. There was a change in Isaac's expression now though; it was subtle, a little less relaxed and a little darker. And then he changed the topic.

"Anyway, this place is great. Also, in high demand so if you like it you should act quickly"

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind" Stiles replied and Isaac smiled before walking away with his mail in hand. Not long later the Sheriff returned. Stiles' Dad ushered him into the hall where the owner of Hale Apartments said he would meet them in a moment. Once Stiles opened the door, however, he realised that the 'hall' was actually a library… and it was amazing. There were several sofas and chairs dotted around the large room with every wall covered, ceiling to floor, with book shelves. And the books ranged from textbooks to fiction; J K Rowling to Kathy Reichs. There was even a couple of shelves filled completely with comic books.

It was heaven.

Stiles' nose was buried inside a Human Anatomy degree level text book when the Landlord arrived moments later. He was too fascinated in what he was reading about the retina of the eye to really pay any attention to the man who had just joined them. Stiles didn't even notice how attractive he was until the Sheriff was pulling the book out of his hands, putting it back on the shelf and guiding him back to the foyer. That's when he really saw the tall muscular man with brown eyes and dark hair who oozed confidence, looked like he could bench press Stiles' truck and was laughing at him because of how he had complained when the book was taken away from him.

Fuck. Stiles suddenly felt like a complete idiot. The man was gorgeous and he'd unintentionally ignored him and acted like a nerd – Stiles might have had the slightest chance with him but now he would never want to date him.

"Stiles this is Johnathon" his Dad said as the man handed over the key to apartment 3D – the only one still available. Stiles muttered a quiet 'nice to meet you' to Johnathon who smiled in amusement at him.

"I assume you can find your way to the apartment?" Johnathon said as they arrived at the elevator and he pressed the 'up' button. The Sheriff nodded, "good. Well I'll be in the office when you're done" he said and turned to walk away. Stiles kind of wished he could watch him go but his Dad was there and he hadn't yet come out to him as Bisexual… he's not even sure why not; it's not like his Dad is homophobic – he wouldn't think any different of Stiles if he knew. But he still just couldn't work up the courage to tell him yet.

They walked through 3D together. It wasn't the biggest apartment he'd seen today but it wasn't the smallest either. He'd have his own kitchen which was great, no one would be able to steal his food. There were three rooms: bedroom, bathroom and living room / kitchen. The living room was probably a little bigger than his bedroom back home so there was plenty of space for have friends around. The bedroom and bathroom were pretty small but that's a price he's willing to pay for access to the amazing library downstairs and the brilliant café next door.

He didn't allow his Dad any time to think up any problems with the place before he was pulling him downstairs to sign a lease and put down a deposit.

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First chapter is complete! I don't yet know how often I will be updating this fic. But I want to be writing a new chapter every week so if I can stick to that then it'll be one a week – if I can't then I won't let it be any less than one update a month. Like I said earlier, sorry for no Derek in the first chapter he is in Chapter 2 so no need to fret. And please, PLEASE tell me what you think about this fic.