So. Today is my birthday! Woot woot! So in honor of my birth, I am giving you, my dear readers, the first chapter of the sort of sequel to My Best Friend's Brother. I hope you all enjoy it.

Laura and Josh

Derek had never expected that years of his life would be dedicated to weddings. Weddings of all things. And not even his own wedding 99% of the time. Other people's weddings. It was kind of like hell.

It all started with Laura's wedding. Luckily, Derek only got a second hand view of that.

Laura's wedding planning started during Stiles' first year if college. She scheduled it for the end of June, and was going to happen in Beacon Hills. Derek was thankful for that. He hated going to New York.

Laura did some of her wedding planning herself in New York. On the Beacon Hills end, Melissa took charge. Derek thought it was cute how excited Melissa was. She had a binder filled with wedding things, and the family calendar was riddled with appointments that Melissa had to attend.

Laura was so busy with work—she had managed to land a job as a prosecuting attorney—she couldn't make frequent trips to Beacon Hills. So she and Melissa spoke on Skype or the phone daily. Sometimes the spoke multiple times a day. Derek couldn't understand half the shit they said.

A few times, Melissa dragged Derek along to do wedding things. He liked the cake tasting bit, but picking out flowers? Not so much. And God forbid he make any suggestions. Melissa said they had to get only what Laura wanted—even if no flower shop in a ten-mile radius carried the flowers Laura "needed." The time Derek said Laura should just get different flowers, he ended up getting an angry call from his sister.

"Do you want my wedding to be complete shit, Derek?" Laura had asked. "Jesus, you don't get it at all. I have to impress the assholes that are coming from New York. Like this bitch defense attorney who thinks I'm a subpar lawyer because I'm from a small town. And all my friends are afraid the wedding will be lame. That is not allowed to happen, Derek!"

That was the day that Derek learned that all brides slowly lose their minds.

Thankfully, Derek was no longer invited to join Melissa on wedding adventures after that. Dad or Scott would get forced into it. Sometimes Stiles would even tag along.

Stiles ate all the wedding stuff up. Once he cancelled plans with Derek only to come to the Hale house and help Melissa with centerpieces. While they worked on that, Stiles listened intently as Melissa talked about the venues for the ceremony and reception. Every time Stiles made a suggestion, it was thought of as brilliant. And Stiles paid absolutely no attention to Derek.

Melissa flew out to New York several times during the planning process. Once was when Laura was going to pick out her wedding dress. Derek was with Stiles for lunch when Melissa sent a picture of Laura in her dress. She looked beautiful and reminded Derek so much of their mother. So Derek cried a little when he saw the picture. And Stiles made fun of him, the little shit. Stiles stopped laughing when he saw the picture, though. He almost cried himself.

The second time Melissa flew to New York was when it was time to pick out bridesmaid dresses. And Melissa had to bring the measurements of Derek, Stiles, and Scott for their suits. They were going to be bridesmen. Because Laura couldn't just let them be groomsmen. No, she had to have them stand on her side during the ceremony.

The bridesmaid dresses were a sky blue color and stopped at the knee. Meanwhile, the bridesmen were to wear light grey suits, sky blue shirts, white ties, and white vests. The groomsmen just had to wear the grey suits. Josh was stuck adding a sky blue tie and vest to his suit.

The final time Melissa flew to New York was for the bridal shower. She took the various gifts from the family with her. Derek and Stiles got a joint gift. The joys of a relationship.

The wedding party and guests all arrived at Beacon Hills three days before the wedding. It was the first time Derek ever really met Josh's family. They were okay people. Derek just didn't enjoy the probing questions about his and Stiles' relationship. Someone even asked him who was the top and who was the bottom. Derek just stared at the women as Stiles answered her.

At the rehearsal for the wedding, Derek found out that Laura had planned to honor their mom. During the ceremony there would be an empty seat with their mom's picture sitting on it. Laura also had a special bouquet made for Mom, which she was going to put on Mom's grave after the ceremony.

Derek loved the idea and planned on stealing it for his own wedding.

After the rehearsal dinner, the bridesmaids along with the bride, Derek, Scott, and Stiles camped out in the living room at the Hale house. They let Stiles and Scott join them in drinking champagne even though they were underage. So they all got a little tipsy.

At one point, the girls started talking about Laura's bachelorette party.

"Laura, remember when you did that body shot off that biker dude?" Kelly, the Maid of Honor, recalled.

Laura cackled. "Later, he asked me if I wanted to fuck one more random guy before I was married. When I said no he was all, 'Well, what about a blow job?' As if that would've worked."

"Can we please stop talking about this?" Scott begged.

"I agree." Derek did not enjoy hearing about strangers propositioning his sister.

Kelly pouted. "But we haven't told you about the strip club yet."

"I wanna hear about the strip club!" Stiles loudly said with his hand in the air. "Do you have pictures? Videos?"

Laura smirked. "All of the above."

After talking about the strip club adventures, a bridesmaid looked at Derek. "You know who has the body of a stripper? Derek."

Scott's eyes widened. "Oh God."

Kelly clapped her hands. "Derek! Do a strip tease for us!"

Stiles bounced up and down in his seat. "Yes!"

"No," Laura said. "I'm the bride here, and my brother will not do a strip tease in front of me."

All the bridesmaids frowned. Stiles, though, he started to chuckle as he reached for his phone.

Derek remembered what he did for Stiles' nineteenth birthday. He also remembered that Stiles insisted on filming it. "Stiles. Don't you dare."

Stiles just grinned and beckoned the bridesmaids to gather around him. "You wanna see Derek strip?" he asked them.

Derek attempted to suffocate himself with a pillow while the video was shown. He did not succeed.

All of the girls were leering at him once it ended. But then Derek remembered the little treat Stiles did for Derek's twenty-fourth birthday. "You ladies want to see some special pictures of Stiles?" Stiles had sent Derek pictures of himself in various stages of undress throughout the day on Derek's birthday.

Stiles stood up and pointed at Derek. "Don't you dare show them pictures of my dick."

"They're not all of your dick."

Kelly squealed and grabbed Derek's phone. The other bridesmaids surrounded her and giggled as she flipped through the pictures.

"Enough!" Stiles cried as he wrestled the phone away from Kelly. He looked at Derek. "I am never sending you naughty pictures again."

Derek grinned. "Of course you will." He knew Stiles totally got off on it.

Stiles sighed. "I hate it when you're right." He took a seat in Derek's lap and gave him a kiss.

"I hate my life," Scott mumbled.

One of the joys of being a man in a wedding, Derek found, was that you didn't have to get up as early as the women. The girls woke up at the ass crack of dawn to go get their hair and make up done. Derek woke briefly while they left, but then buried his face in the crook of Stiles' neck and quickly fell back asleep.

A few hours later, Laura kicked him awake. "Up and at 'em, boys! You're making us breakfast!"

"I call scrambling the eggs!" Stiles popped up and ran to the kitchen.

"I call coffee!" Scott followed Stiles.

Derek got to his feet. "I guess I'm stuck with bacon duty." He shuffled into the kitchen and grumbled at Scott to hurry up with the coffee.

Once they finished breakfast, they all got dressed.

"I've never seen you in a suit before," Derek commented as he helped Stiles with his tie.

"That's not true. I was in a suit at your parents' wedding."

Derek snorted. "You were four."

Stiles shrugged. "If I had gone to prom you would've."

"Why didn't you go to your prom?" Derek wondered. Unlike him, Stiles had reasons to go to his senior prom.

"I chose instead to have lots of sex with you in this house while it was empty."

Scott made a gagging sound. "If you two had sex in my room, I'm killing you both."

Stiles grinned evilly. "We've only done it in your room three times."

"NO!"

"Once on your bed, and the other two times on your desk."

Scott scowled. "I hate you so much sometimes." He stomped out of the room.

Derek and Stiles shared a look before bursting into giggles.

"THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S HERE!" Laura called. "GET YOUR ASSES DOWNSTAIRS!"

They spent about an hour getting their pictures taken.

Once the limo arrived, they all piled into it and headed off to the church.

Derek had to walk down the aisle with one of Josh's brothers. It felt weird. What Derek really didn't like was seeing Stiles walk with some other guy. Images of Stiles one day marrying someone else flashed through Derek's mind. Stiles was only nineteen after all, he could still wind up with someone else.

Stiles winked at Derek when he reached the alter, which waved off some of Derek's fears.

Derek forgot about everything else when Laura started down the aisle. She looked amazing. She was like an angel in her all lac mermaid dress.

Derek glanced at Josh. The guy's eyes were watering, and his lip was trembling. But he was also looking at Laura like she was the center of the universe. And Laura only had eyes for Josh. They were definitely going to be together forever.

Derek was man enough to admit he got a little weepy during the ceremony. At least he didn't sob like Scott did.

Even though Derek hated parties, he had fun at the reception. The food was great, and all the speeches made were very moving. That girl Kelly really did know Laura well. Derek was glad Laura had good friends in New York.

As Laura and Josh greeted their guests, Derek did some dancing—not that he was a huge fan of it, but Stiles had dragged him onto the dance floor. So Derek danced with Stiles a lot and a little bit with Melissa, Allison, and Laura. It wasn't too bad.

Derek went and got Stiles and himself some drinks—non-alcoholic since the Sheriff was giving Derek a stare down.

As Derek headed back to Stiles, he saw a girl talking to him. Scratch that. She was flirting with Stiles. It was obvious from her loud, obnoxious giggle.

"So, you wanna dance?" the girl asked Stiles.

"Nah," Stiles said. "I'm waiting for my man to get back with drinks."

"What?"

Derek went up to Stiles, handed him his drink, put an arm around him, and said, "Hello, love."

Stiles smiled and gave Derek a kiss. "Hey."

The girl walked away and Derek said, "She was hitting on you."

"What? She was, like, fifteen. I only date older people named Derek Hale." Stiles took a sip of his drink. "This is alcohol free."

Derek laughed at Stiles' frown. "Your dad was watching me."

"Well, shit."

Later, as they danced to the last slow song, Stiles asked, "Have you had fun today?"

"Surprisingly yes," Derek answered. "And since Laura's happy it's even better."

"Yeah. The wedding itself was pretty nice."

Derek made a noise of agreement.

"Ours will be better, though," Stiles said, making Derek's heart leap with joy.