A/N; So, here it is. The first chapter of my first fanfic. I've written some for my friends before, so I hope it's okay. If there's actually anyone reading this, thanks, drop a review and all that stuff. I'm mainly writing this for me, so I'll update as much as I can. Bye, xx ;p
I ~sadly~ don't own any of these characters (Unless I say at the start of a new chapter), or any part of Teen Wolf.
Triskele
"Scoooott!" Stiles called, and an excited Scott came leaping down the stairs, a smile spread across his face. "Yeah?" He asked, skipping to the fridge and grabbing the milk carton out, taking a long chug. "Hurry up, Derek and Isaac are gonna be here in five minutes!" Stiles said, and Scott nodded, shoving the milk carton back into the fridge and slamming the door rather hard. "Watch the fridge, or it'll just be a box with shelves." Stiles teased, and Scott rolled his eyes playfully, both of them laughing.
The two had been best friends since before they could remember, and when they finished high school, they moved in with each other. Their boyfriends, at the time, had been a bit sceptical about it, but they were convinced by Scott's puppy eyes and Stiles's whining. The boys had learned to deal with it, and with Stiles's double dates. Last time they went on one, Derek ended up getting annoyed with some bar chick trying to hit on him, even in front of Stiles, and drove home, leaving Isaac, Scott, and Stiles, stranded at Jungle. Not that they were complaining, they were getting drinks brought for them all night. Right up until Isaac and Scott were grinding on each other, and Isaac got shoved over. Scott nearly ripped the poor guy's head off, and he would've if the other two didn't pull him out, calling Derek and telling him to come pick them up.
"Knock knock, come on guys, we have reservations." Isaac called from outside the door, and Scott skipped over, opening the door excitedly and wrapping his arms around Isaac's neck. "Whoa there, someone's a little excited." Isaac asked, kissing Scott's cheek. Stiles walked casually past them, he was used to their corny antics, and over to Derek, instead of jumping into his arms, he slipped his hand into Derek's, and Derek put them in his pocket. "Mmmm." Stiles mumbled, and Derek looked down at him, confused. "Warm." Stiles clarified, leaning into Derek's side as he warmed up on the hot surface of Derek's black Camaro. "Here, give me your hands." Derek ordered, and Stiles did as he said, shutting his eyes and breathing in Derek's musty scent as he clasped his hands, breathing onto them to warm them up. "You're always cold, Stilinski." Derek teased, and Stiles smacked his chest, smiling widely as Derek laughed. It was a rarely seen sight, Derek's smile. One only a very limited number of people got to see regularly. One of which being Stiles. he looked up, feeling like one of those cheesy high school movies, when the girl looks at the hot popular guy through her hair, and smiled at Derek's perfect laugh. Derek noticed Stiles looking, and gazed down into the teen's eyes lovingly, silently telling Stiles something he wasn't yet comfortable saying out loud. "I love you too." Stiles said, standing up on his toes to kiss Derek quickly on the lips. "Come on guys, we've got the whole night ahead, but if we miss these reservations, they're gonna give our table away, and they were non refundable, so I'll have lost 100 bucks, and if that happens, then I'm completely broke for no reason, and if I'm broke I'll have to get a job, and that means I'll have to stop coming to pack meetings, and I wont be able to play lacrosse, and-" Isaac started rambling, but Scott pressed their lips together, silencing him before grabbing his hands and pulling away. "It's alright. We have ten minutes to get there, and the restaurant is literally three blocks away. Besides, you can always borrow money from me. You know that Isaac, right?" Scott said, and Isaac nodded. "Come on, before I throw up at how amazingly cheesy that was. Seriously, we should call you guys Mozzarella and Parmesan." Stiles groaned, and the four of them got into the car.
"Uh, reservations for Lahey?" Isaac said to the waitress, and she nodded, smiling as she lead them over to an empty four seat table next to the window, a beautiful view of the setting sun over the ocean, a water fountain on the grass at the outside seating. 'Can I get you any drinks?" The waitress asked, and Derek nodded. Under the table, Scott could tell Isaac was getting nervous, so he took Isaac's hand, smiling to himself when his heartbeat dropped considerably. Isaac had never liked crowds. His first day of school was terrible, and his father set a pretty poor example of what people with a sense of empathy acted like. "I'll have a rum and coke, thanks." Derek said, and the lady scribbled something down on the notepad, looking at Scott, who frowned in thought. "I, will have a raspberry lemonade." He declared, and they all laughed at his dorky attitude. "I'll just have a water thanks." Isaac said shyly, and she smiled warmly at him, she could obviously tell he wasn't exactly comfortable. Scott growled low in his throat, comforting and reassuring Isaac that it was okay. Isaac squeezed Scott's hand, and Stiles pretend gagged at the two. "I'll have a cofe-" He started, but Derek cut him off. "He'll have a hot chocolate. You are not having caffeine." Derek said sternly, and Stiles pouted, huffing as he slumpepd down in his seat. "Okay, I'll be right back with those." The waitress said, smiling as she walked away.
Isaac looked out at the ocean, and snapped a photo with his phone, shoving it back in his pocket swiftly. "Can I see?" Scott asked moving his free hand towards Isaac's pocket, slipping it in when Isaac nodded. Derek smirked as Scott looked up at Isaac, a blush spreading across both of their embarrassed faces as Scott accidentally felt a little more than he should have. "Sorry." Scott mumbled, looking at his hands under the table as he quickly pulled them back into his lap. Isaac smiled at Scott, and he smiled back as Isaac slid his hand back into Scott's.
The lady was back with the drinks, and Derek reached out to help her with them. Soon enough, Scott was sipping his raspberry lemonade, Isaac had finished his glass of water, and was well into his second, Stiles was wiping hot chocolate from his upper lip, and Derek was drinking his rum and coke. "So, you guys see anything you wanna get? I'm thinking about getting the chicken parmigiana..." Stiles said as the group examined the menus. "I kinda wanna try the Barra, sounds nice. I'm not sure how they get the fish here though, since barramundi is Australian, but meh." Isaac said, and Scott nodded. "I'll get the Mexican burger, looks pretty good." Scott said confidently, and Isaac looked up at him, an eyebrow raised in disbelief and amusement. "What?" Scot asked, his face going a light pink at all the sudden attention, and Isaac shook his head, dumbfounded. "The Mexican burger has jalapeno sauce, with a literal warning on the side, saying it's not for the faint hearted. "Isaac stated, and Scott rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine. My family is Mexican, remember?" He said, and Isaac nodded. He didn't believe for a second Scott would be able to eat the whole thing without a glass of milk, but hey, whatever made him happy...