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The number of assholes that Derek has to deal with on a daily basis is just overwhelmingly big. I mean, one would think that owning a flower shop you would see a lot of in love people wanting to express their feelings to one another but NO, you have a lot of cheating assholes and sociopath assholes, and unhappy married people.

Like this lady in front of Derek right now. She wants a "sorry not sorry" flower for her husband. What is that even? He nods. "What about this one?" He tells her showing a pretty flower that in no way means what she wants but really, there's no such thing and he had enough of her by now. He feels a little cheated by his late mother who constantly told him that flowers make life and people better and happier. Well, at least it's real for him, Derek always feels better when their house is full of healthy flowers.

The woman happily, or not so happy since she resents her husband, walks out the shop with the flower in hand just as Cora enters the shop grinning like an idiot.

"You're late." He says to his sister who rolls her eyes at him still smiling stupidly. "I have the Stilinski-Daniells wedding, Cora. Where were you?" As if he doesn't know she was with her new boyfriend, Derek despises him.

"Don't be so dramatic you have half an hour yet also the bride is always late." Cora says trailing after him.

Derek huffs and starts to load the shop's car, his sister helping. "You do know I'll have to place the flowers before Heather gets there right." It's rhetorical she knows the job.

"You're pretty fast so." She shrugs, loading the last flower arrangement into the truck. "Wait, aren't you going to the reception? Shouldn't you be using a suit or something?"

He grunts at her. The bride has this agenda, she thought was being subtle about her wishes but Derek saw right through her. Heather kept telling him, that he was going to adore Erica, that her maid of honor was just like him and they would get along so well etcetera, etcetera. He didn't have it in him to tell the girl he was gay, though, she was so excited. "Yes Heather made me promise but my sister got here late, and I wasn't able to change." He snaps glaring at her.

"Sorry," Cora ducks her head. "He said he loves me Der." His sister looks at him with sparkling eyes. "I couldn't leave, I was..."

His sister puts her hands inside her jeans and kicks lightly the ground, ashamed. Derek sighs, they've been through a lot and especially Cora. His little sister had a couple of pretty bad relationships throughout the years, and this guy seems no different, but for some reason, Cora loves the bastard. He drags her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Bunny. I want you to be happy you know that, but this is businesses, and we can't afford to lose this kind of job they pay for your college and our house."

"I'll be more careful, I promise." Cora says, then kiss his cheek goodbye and Derek hop up into the car leaving fast, he's pretty late.

Cut.

Stiles and his father are outside the church waiting when a car halts to a stop close to them, tires screeching. A man in the best-fitted jeans and a leather jacket hurries around the back of the car grabbing some flowers and running into the church.

"This is it," His father says beside Stiles taking his attention out of the rushed man. "The beginning of the rest of your life, I hope you'll be as happy as I am on your marriage." His father is beaming.

"I'm already happy, dad. This-" Stiles gesture all around them. "Is just to make Heather even happier. We live together dad, since right after college. That's four years." He is happy, this marriage business wasn't necessary, in his opinion. But Heather always dreamt of a big wedding with all their friends and family. Stiles wasn't about to deny her that, he even made the proposal on his knees in front of their entire family like she always wanted. And the look on her face and the tears of joy she let escape were pretty worth it in the end.

John shrugs. "This is different, son, just you wait and see."

He is about to retort when the same hurried man stops in front of them, catching his breath. "Hi," The man says stretching his hand for his father and then to Stiles. "I'm Derek Hale, brought your wedding flowers."

He shakes the man's hand and smiles. "Nice to meet you, Derek, Heather told me a lot about you." His fiance has this idea of hooking Derek and Erica up their friend wants to settle down. He can see why. Derek is gorgeous and just Erica's type. Yes, Stiles can acknowledge an beautiful man, after all, two out of three of his best friends are female. One of which he grew up with and is now getting married. Talking about men was always normal to him even though he never wanted and never did fool around with one.

"Likewise," Derek says grabbing one little flower from his basket then grabbing at his jacket to put it there. "I have to fix you, your father and your best man with this little flowers." The man says as he pins the flower on Stiles' suit, then looks up at Stiles and their eyes look for a brief moment. Stiles feels a little flutter on his stomach and clears his throat. Derek immediately drops his hands from Stiles' suit. "Where is your best man?" Derek seems to be a little confused but turns to John to do the same with his father's jacket.

"Um..." As in cue, Scott appears with Allison in tow he smiles at his friend. "Right here."

After Derek finishes his job with the men, he excuses himself and goes to find the bride's maids to deliver the bouquets. Stiles observes as the man enters the church to get into the bride's room. He doesn't see Derek again before he takes his place at the altar and from there even when he does see Derek, it's from afar. Also, he's pretty occupied with his beautiful teary bride walking towards him as if he was the best thing ever to happen to her. He feels his heart pound with happiness, he had never wanted to get married, but this is pretty amazing. Heather is the most beautiful he had ever seen before, and she looks so pleased. At that moment he wants nothing more than to make her even happier

Cut.

Derek finishes his job at the church and merely sits there at the final row of the benches. He doesn't know what he's doing here. Well, he does, he wants to see Stiles again, but he shouldn't be here. Should be heading to the reception to finish his job and hopefully change into his better clothes. After all, Heather not only insisted that he would be a guest at her party but demanded that he presented himself as such. Just for a little while. He tells himself as he watches Stiles at the altar chatting with his best man. Derek isn't one to covet other people's husband but the way Stiles looked at him, how their eyes looked even for a brief moment. That is the kind of stuff his mother always talked about he's sure of it and need to know if the other man felt it too even if just to acknowledge it and move on. Right, as if.

The music starts and the bride's maids walk in one by one until it's time for the bride and her father. Heather looks beautiful, her dress has a corset embroidery with little crystals, it seems, and the skirt is full of frill one over the other until the end. Her hair is made up in a fancy ponytail with a few curly bangs falling on the side of her face and a beautiful tiara. The girl is beaming like a crazy person, a happy one of course. He follows her gaze and sees Stiles looking at his bride with a smile of his own. Derek's heart sink. He shakes his head and walks out of there. It's time to move on.

He proceeds with his job at the party hall, finishes fast, and change clothes at the restroom. He prepares himself to tell Heather thanks, but he's gay and wanders the room waiting. Almost an hour passes after he got ready then finally the guests start to arrive. It quickly fills, they have about two hundred people at their guest list, the bride had told him. Apparently, both families are quite large, and Stiles and Heather are very communicative people, having many friends. That's an understatement honestly, Derek knows the girl for a whole week, and he's already a guest at her wedding. He wonders how many more strangers are at this party.

The party seems nice, and he managed to keep hiding from Heather and Erica for a while now, maybe he can slip out of the party before she finds him. He let a photographer take a picture of him, suit and everything, so he can tell her that he indeed was at her party if she seeks him out on his shop demanding an explanation.

At some point he gets thirsty and walks towards the punch table, he's ready to go home after that.

"Excuse me," Derek says to the man hiding the punch. When said man turns to him with an embarrassed smile on his face, he recognizes Stiles immediately. "Oh, hi." He says and tries to bypass the groom to get the punch, but Stiles deliberately gets in front of it, he frowns.

"Um... I wouldn't drink it if I were you." Stiles says blushing and laughing nervously.

"Okay, did someone put something in it? I can speak with the cater to change it? I know them." Derek says cocking his head, watching the strange man in front of him.

"No!" The groom says too quickly and too exasperated. "I mean, no, nope. Nobody put anything in it, not that I know of." Stiles sighs, discerning that Derek isn't going to leave it alone and steps a little aside grasping the ladle and trying to get something inside the drink. "My ring fell inside."

"Your wedding ring?" He asks lifting his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I was getting a drink, and then it just fell off my finger," The groom chuckles. "I tried to get it with the ladle but..."

"But it didn't work right," He chuckles too. "And you can't empty it because people would see it."

"Yeah." Stiles bites his bottom lip.

Derek's gaze follows the movement but quickly snaps out of it. Hopefully, the man didn't catch on it. "Let me help you," He says taking off his jacket handing it to Stiles and pulling his right sleeve up. "Cover for me I'm gonna get it for you."

"Stilinski," Derek hears a male voice as he's trying to find Stiles' wedding ring inside the punch, half an arm cover in sticky punch. It's disgusting, but he wouldn't take it back for anything. It means that he not only is helping Stiles but is spending a little time with the man. "Who would have thought you, that scrawny annoying loser, would get marry with a beautiful woman AND land a great job out of college huh."

"Jackson," The groom bits out. "Who would have thought that Lydia AND Danny would dump your sorry ass." Stiles mock gasp. "Wait! Everybody!"

Derek finally gets the ring and quickly puts it back on Stiles' fingers, still hiding then steps beside Stiles just in time to see Jackson's face go from really pissed to very interested. "Oh hello, who's your friend Stilinski?"

"Derek." Stiles says frowning.

"Hi pleasure to meet you, Derek." The blond douche says stretching his hand to Derek.

"Pleasure is all mine." He says beaming and grabbing the outstretched hand into his own sticky one, full of punch. From the corner of his eyes, he sees Stiles' frowning face snap to him before a smirk grows in its place as the realization sinks in.

Jackson makes a disgusted face and leaves muttering curses.

"That was awesome!" Stiles says laughing. "I hate that guy he always picked on me at high school."

"I can see that he's an ass." Derek chuckles, pleased for make Stiles happy. "So since you're here, congratulations on your wedding, everything looks beautiful and the party is very nice, but I have to go."

"Oh no, already? But it's so early." Stiles pouts.

He stays stuck in place as he thinks what that means and what to do. But the groom beats him to it. "Have we met before? I feel like I know you from somewhere else. Where did you go to college?"

"No, I don't think so. I would have remembered. But um... I went to UCLA." He says.

"Yeah, I went to Stanford." Stiles says slightly disappointed.

They chat for a little while then Heather finds them and grabs both their hands dragging them to the dance floor. Derek meets Erica, and they dance together. The woman is drunk and throws herself at Derek constantly, but he manages to dodge her attempts to kiss him.

Not long after, however, the music stops, and it's time for the toast. Everybody sits, Erica beside Heather and away from Derek thankfully. From his seat, he can see the whole bridal table.

Erica stands up and grabs the microphone. He wonders if she is suitable for this task right now seeing how drunk she is but nobody stops her, so he waits. "Hi everybody," She starts scanning the room then back at the couple smiling at her. "I've been waiting for this day along with Heather for years, so I'm very excited to this moment even though I'm not the one getting married," Derek chuckles along with a few people. "This girl right there is the sole reason I'm standing right now so everything that makes her happy makes me happy too," Erica tears up a bit and so, does Heather. "I watched as this beautiful couple fell in love and got together and I always thought that they were perfect for each other. When Stiles got to his knees, and Heather's face lighted up, I couldn't be happier, and I'm so grateful that both of them let me into their lives to the point that we're like family and I was able to see that magical moment. I'm even more grateful to be chosen to be here today, and I wish for the world for my favorite couple of all times. So if you could all wish them luck, I would appreciate it very much." She finishes looking at the crowd. "Everyone on three? One, two... Three." A chorus of good luck sounds all around.

Heather stands up crying and hugs her friend then Stiles hugs both of them and says something into his wife's ear. Heather and Erica sit back hugging each other as they cry softly, but the groom keeps standing and grabs the mic himself.

"I wasn't supposed to be giving the speech, but since Erica made my wife cry I'm here," Stiles says, and everybody chuckles. "I know that if my wife was able to, she would say that she'd been looking forward to this day for all her life and that she's greatly happy to be here today and share all of this with so many people she loves." He looks fondly at his bride, and she nods smiling, her face red from crying. "How do I know this? I've known Heather all my life she's my best friend."

Stiles sighs happily, and Derek thinks it's time for him to go home, so he leaves silently and stealthily, hearing Stiles' speech growing far away.

"They say fairy tales have happy endings, even though the passage can be rough but Heather and I were friends and then lovers." The groom says thoughtfully. "And it's been smooth all the way maybe that's a better kind of fairytale, and I'm happy to give this to her and to be with her. I love you, honey. Thank you all for coming." He finishes.