Derek and Stiles were waiting in the car for Scott to return with their chilly cheese fries. Things were quiet, it was nearly midnight after all. Derek just looked out the window with a stern look on his face. Stiles couldn't help but notice his face. Derek was never happy. He always saw the terror in life. Stiles just wished Derek could lighten up for once in his life. It's not like tonight was anything special, Stiles was just hanging out with his best friend, Scott, and Derek happened to be invited by Scott as well. It's just that Stiles was usually so fun and Derek was ruining the buzz. Stiles thought maybe he could say something to cheer him up.

"Are you awake, Derek?" Derek turned his head confused out of his mind.

"What? Of course." Derek said. Stiles felt stupid. He didn't know why he said that.

"Sorry, I don't know why I said that." Stiles replied. "Why are you so sad, Derek?" Derek turned his head again, now looking right at Stiles in the eyes.

"I just got robbed 117 million dollars and I have no idea what to do now." Derek said calmly. Suddenly, a tear dripped from Derek's left eye, not his right one. "Stiles, please tell me you know what to do." Stiles sat there, out of breath. "Please tell me what will make this pain go away? This pain of not knowing." Stiles took his hand and placed it on Derek's shoulder.

"I know what to do." Stiles gently swiped his hand from Derek's shoulder to Derek's chin. He leaned in closer to Derek. Derek started to feel something inside his chest. Stiles was about to kiss Derek when–

"Hey guys! The Chilly Cheese Fries have arrived!" Scott ran into the car screaming this with joy. He held a large plastic tray with loads of fries on the platter. Chilly cheese and all. Stiles managed to slam back to his place in the driver's seat before Scott saw anything that was about to happen between him and Derek.

"Awesome, Scott!" Stiles yelled back. Derek sat there, still staring at Stiles. The tear was still on his cheek. Scott couldn't see any of this from his back seat view of them. Stiles smiled and took a fry from the tray in Scott's lap. He started driving. Derek just sat there.

Stiles, Derek, and Scott finally got back to Scott's house where Stiles was gonna drop him off, then leave with Derek to drop him off at his loft. Scott had completely pigged out and eaten nearly every single one of the fries on the plate. He was tired and warn out from the night.

"Alright guys, I'm so tired, thanks for the drive, Stiles." Scott said as he stepped out of the car. "Bye Derek, goodnight guys." Derek nodded and Stiles smirked. Scott walked away into his house. Stiles looked back at the car wheel. He hit the gas pedal and continued driving down the street. Derek finally opened his lips after a long silence from him.

"Did you try to..." If it wasn't for Stiles stopping the car and pulling Derek in for a kiss right on his soft werewolf lips, he wouldn't have had a reason for why he couldn't bare to finish his sentence. Derek was in awe, completely infatuated by Stiles' lips on his. He never had thought about Stiles before, like this, but now it felt like he had been waiting forever for Stiles to kiss him. Derek could feel the smooth skin on Stiles' chin rubbing against his stubble. This feeling felt so great. They all drank a little beer tonight, so you know the feeling of kissing someone drunk. Except, Derek felt something so different from his previous kisses. God, in that moment, it was like Stiles was the one. Of course, Derek knew that couldn't be right.

But damn it. It sure felt like it.