Stiles and Scott waited for Derek to come out of the locker room after his Lacrosse game so the three of them could go meet up with the others for a guy/pizza/movie night. Stiles shoved his hands in his pockets and grumbled under his breath. Patience never was his strong suit. Scott glanced down at his watch.

"It's quarter to nine already. We're gonna be late."

"What is Coach even saying to them anyways? Great game. We won, like literally always. Jackson, stop being a complete ass and pass the ball a little more."

"Stop being a complete what?" came a voice behind them.

"What?" Stiles asked defensively, "You guys could've had like eight more goals if you looked wide to Boyd or even left to Greenberg. Worst center in Beacon Hills history."

"Shut up, Stilinski."

"Are you sure you can't come tonight?" Scott asked, interrupting their banter.

"Yeah," Jackson sighed, "My parents want to leave for Aspen as soon as I get home."

If you asked, Jackson would deny it, but "boys nights" were his favorite. He'd suggest them most often, along with being the first one to say that they were dumb, pointless and stupid.

"Fine," Stiles said, "Steal one of those fancy chocolates the leave under the pillow for me."
"Sure."

Jackson reached in and gave each of them a quick hug.

"I'll text you," he promised before turning to meet Lydia, who refused to talk to any of them (besides Jackson of course) on the day of their "boys nights". It made Stiles furious. I mean, they had girl night and day and weekend and week and month.

"Hey Lydia!" he cried, waving obnoxiously, causing the couple to roll their eyes and continue off.

There was a brief silence before he cried out to the moon, "WHERE THE FUCK IS DEREK?"

He was immediately put in a headlock and bent forward.
"Agh, hey, Derek, stop!"

"Are you talking about me?"

"Derek," he whined angrily.

There was a satisfied laugh and Stiles was released. For good measure he made sure to push off Derek as hard as he could to get away, which, of course, resulted in his stumbling over where Derek had put his bag. He would have probably face planted if Derek, still laughing, hadn't grabbed his arm and righted him.

"Don't touch me," he demanded, shaking out of his grip again, "And you," he said hissing at Scott, "warn a brother next time."

Scott had the decency to show a little shame, but he was still laughing. Derek's apology was a slight tussle of Stiles' hair and a smile.

Derek and Stiles, after feuding most of their elementary/middle school year had finally become friends at the end of eighth grade when they had been paired as lab partners by Mr. Harris. The two, of course had been absolutely not alright with it. They argued about everything. One time, Stiles had come home with a story about how Derek told him that he was breathing too loudly. Which of course started a competition to see who could annoy the other more, which of course ended in detention. Scott had told him to let it go. But this was Stiles. He still held a grudge on Scott for telling the truth to his father after they had broken a window playing baseball. They so would have gotten away with it too...So that's where their friendship began. In little eight grade detentions, nearly every week. Their parents had to go to the school a couple of times, they had to attend sessions with the guidance counselor, they had to do some community service for blowing up part of the playground in an argument about measurements gone wrong.

"Why do you guys hate each other so much?" Their parents would always ask them.

And "We don't hate each other, really," had always been the two's responses.

But if anyone else had asked them, it was because he was "big, rude, dumb and broody" or "never stopped talking and was annoying."

Over the course of this, the Stilinski family and the Hale family had become close friends, seeing that they had to be on the phone together quite often, in regards to their sons, (Camden, Derek's older brother even became a deputy who worked closely with the Sheriff) and they would often run into each other when picking the two up from detention. Eventually they started a ride exchange, which made no sense to either Derek nor Stiles. On odd days, the Sheriff would pick them up, on even days one of the Hale children, if not Talia, would be there. After going through all of that, winter break came along, meaning no school for two weeks, and no detention...and no Stiles and no Derek. But apparently, neither of them got the memo, since both of them spent the entire two weeks talking about each other. Griping and complaining about "this kid, Derek Hale" or "this Stilinski kid". Laura finally punched Derek in the arm and told him to ask the kid to hang out because he obviously liked him. And behind the scenes, Scott was doing the same to school came back along and they were as civil as ever, for the longest time. They finished projects at the Stilinski house (Derek refused to bring anybody home, scared that their supernatural abilities would outweigh their natural ones and scare any friends he may have made away), they didn't go at each other every second, they even hung out on the weekend, civilly, when the Sheriff had business out of town (Melissa and Scott were on vacation) and he asked the Hales to watch him. It was civil. It was nice. That was until Malia moved into Beacon Hills. When Stiles started "dating" her, or whatever eighth graders do, the two were back at each other's throats. Quite literally too. On one occasion there was a physical fight. Stiles had shoved Derek, which got him really wound up and hit Stiles and something happened and a teacher got punched in the face and it was all just marvelous, really. They had practiced the silent treatment for a whole week after that. It wasn't until Stiles and Malia broke up, days after the spring fling because Stiles wasn't as good of a dancer as Brad was and didn't help Malia out of the car like Jackson did for Lydia, even though Stiles and Malia had come separately, as Stiles tried to explain. It was whatever. Stiles didn't like her that much anyway. She was just pretty. It was a bummer though, especially because right around the time they broke up, she tried to date Scott. But, best bros for life, right?

"Sorry about Malia," Derek had said, just like Laura had instructed him to.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Don't pretend my pain doesn't please you."
Derek started to defend himself, but Stiles had jumped on to the next subject, telling Derek that the next lab they were doing consisted of a lot of salt and how demons wouldn't be able to come near them for weeks and something about two guys with a shotgun. Derek had no idea what he had been talking about, but he was just happy that the two were talking again. And that's when he realized he didn't hate Stiles, or dislike him, or whatever. He actually kind of liked him. And when Derek asked Stiles if he wanted to join him and a few other of his friends to go and see the Batman movie, and yes he could bring Scott, did Stiles realized that he kind of liked Derek too. And though the bickering and bantering never stopped, after that they became incredibly close, not as close as Scott and Stiles, but maybe the next best thing. Especially when Scott started dating Allison and couldn't balance relationship with friendship in the beginning. It had sucked and Derek had known, previously going through the same thing when his two friends, Erica and Boyd, had started dating...each other. So that's how they were where they were. A lot of suffering, but none the less.

"Come on," Derek said, "I'm sick of waiting for you. We're going to be late."
"Us?!" Stiles cried.

Derek just smiled and gave Stiles a playful shove before walking in the direction Jackson had gone. Scott and Stiles caught up to him, finally the three were on their way to their stress-free night of pizza and bad movies, and probably some emotional heart to hearts about why the first star war movies were 10xs better than I II & III (Danny). They eventually got ahead of Derek but stopped to turn around when they heard his voice. He shot Stiles a desperate look.

"What?"

"What? What? No wait...Babe, listen to me, listen."
"Kate," Stiles explained.

"Kate, it was a joke...really...I swear...Kate...No, no. Kate!"

He hung up the phone grumbling, "Jesus Christ."

"What?"
"Nothing, I just...I mean I guess I said something wrong in the text I sent earlier. I gotta go."
"Where?" Stiles demanded.

"I have to go home and see Kate."

"Derek," Scott approached him slowly in words, "did you forget about tonight?"
"No, no of course not," he said, looking between the two, "I just...I have to make this up to her. She's really upset."
"Dude," Stiles said.

"What'd you even say?"
"I don't know. Something about her clothes and it being cold out I think?"

"She probably thinks you called her a slut or something," Greenberg said as he passed them, having had heard the situation.

"I didn't mean to," Derek defended himself.

"We all know that. She doesn't though."

"Yeah," Derek said, frowning down at his phone at the texts coming in, "I gotta go."

"Derek!" Stiles protested.

"Stiles-guys, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I swear!"

He ran off towards the parking lot.

"No, it's fine, we didn't just wait here for an entire hour for you or anything."

"Stiles...we gotta go. They're waiting for us."
"This is unbelievable."

"Stiles," Scott beckoned, already halfway to the car.

When they got there, Scott flipped through the radio, ending on Roxanne by The Police as they pulled out. Stiles remembered Derek saying something about how Kate hated all eighties bands except for The Smiths and some Blondie. He rolled his eyes.