Chapter One:

Scott and Stiles were having what they'd officially named several years back, 'A pyjama-game-food-bro-time Day'- which was kind of incorrect since these periods usually lasted more than just one day. This kind of day(s) frequented most on weekends, and in this case, summer vacation.

The whole point of the summer- was for A) Scott to become a better guy in general, and B) Scott to get his mind off of Allison, his ex. Stiles, noticing how hard his bro had been working, had put it upon himself to give Scott some of these gifted days- rather than the boy waste his summer studying and working.

Stiles and his best buddy already had a build-up several of these 'pyjama-game-food-bro-time Day' days that summer- and this particular one had been going for three days in total.

They'd started on Friday night and by the early hours of Monday morning they were lacking of sleep, personal hygiene and sunlight.

So far all they'd really been doing was versing each other in multiple video-games, and keeping score of who'd won the most- which, by the way, was Stiles (obviously- he was, like, gaming champion).

"Noooo!" Scott cried as he lost another round of Mario-Kart (admittedly they'd started out with cooler- more violent games, and had dwindled off to Nintendo after being too tired to focus).

"And that's twenty three to fifteen Scotty boy!" Stiles cheered, rattling his Wii-remote in victory.

"Fifteen? I was totally on sixteen!" Scott protested in a whiny voice- glaring down at his Wii-mote like it was the cause of his failure.

"Nah-uh! I definitely won that round of Resistance- no matter what you say!" Stiles replied- huffing and crossing his plaid-covered arms. Scott always tried to take credit for his wins- the little cheat.

"Dude! I totally-!" Scott started protesting- but was interrupted by Stiles' phone going off on his bedside table.

"Yo' this is the Stiles speaking! How may I help you this fine hour?" Scott rolled his eyes at the way Stiles answered his phone. Why couldn't he answer it with a normal 'Hello' like other people? – then again it was Stiles.

"Uh…right." Scott heard the voice on the other end of the phone say- oh it was Isaac. What was he doing calling Stiles?

"So Stiles- man- Derek told me to tell you that we kinda need the books you borrowed," the was Isaac said borrowed left no room for misinterpretation that he meant 'stole', "back- so could you come bring them over to the old house? Like…now?" Isaac seemed pretty awkward- but then again he didn't really know Stiles all that well.

"Why do you guys need them? Is it about the freaky stuff that's been goin' round town lately?" Stiles inquired/demanded.

"Uh…freaky stuff?" Scott heard Isaac ask.

"You know- all the suicides- three right? In two weeks? Completely unrelated people- that's a bit suspicious…" Stiles replied- grinning into the phone, because it was obvious that he knew that Isaac knew already.

"Look Stilinski- just bring the books or Derek says he's gonna come over and smash your face in." Isaac said and hung up- leaving a beeping on the phone.

"Ah Derek Hale- such a way with words that one." Stiles sighed, getting up off of his position on the bed to go and collect the books that he'd borrowed from the Hale house.