So, this is my absolute first time writing a story of any kind. I was inspired to write this because during the title sequence, my friend EpicPickleNinja and I always tried to explain why Derek was covered in white powder, so we decided that this would be the reason why. Oh, and this story is dedicated to EpicPickleNinja, who is the absolute only reason I am posting this.

The pack was complaining… again. Stiles was honestly getting fed up with their constant whining. They didn't understand why they had to go out and go to a diner two towns over from Beacon Hills just for "pack bonding" as Stiles liked to call it. Derek had just laughed and told them to get over it. There was really no getting out of it, when Stiles made up his mind there was no changing it. When the wolves (or puppies depending on who you asked) questioned why Derek wasn't coming, Stiles just stared at them like they were crazy and Derek just said he was busy.

Anyway, they had just come out of the diner, with Jackson and Lydia bickering over gods knows what, honestly if you didn't know them, you would question why they were together at all, when Scott saw a bakery across the street called Rolling in Dough. Taking on that puppy like excitement that Stiles could honestly never say no to, he asked if they could go get dessert. When Stiles looked up and saw the bakery, he started to laugh. Everyone looked at him like he had lost it, which really isn't all that different than how they usually look at him.

"What are you laughing at?" Lydia asked.

Stiles just stared at them, "You guys seriously don't know, do you?" he asked all of them. The rest just shook their heads. "Even you? I mean you live with the guy," he asked Isaac.

Isaac looked at him for a moment before an actual smile threatened to appear on his face, and Stiles was honestly surprised because he had never seen anything other than a sarcastic smirk directed at him from the wolf. Concentrate Stiles! Stupid ADD. "That his place?" Isaac asked him, and Stiles had to think a moment to remember what they were talking about before he nodded. That was all it took for an actual smile to split Isaac's face, honestly surprising the rest of the pack almost as much as Stiles laughing fit did. "Well come on then! Let's not wait for the grass to grow. Are we going for dessert or what?" Isaac asked the group, already starting to walk across the road towards the bakery with Stiles. They all followed him, looking between the two boys who were both chuckling to themselves.

A little bell went off when they entered the basically empty bakery, causing a college-aged girl to look up from where she was cleaning the counter. She was annoyed, she had been hoping that no one would come in so she could leave early tonight, but the moment she saw Stiles she smiled, all thoughts of annoyance forgotten.

"Stiles! Hey, what's up? You haven't been here in a while," she said to him, confusing the pack even more. Did Stiles come here often?

"Hey Jess! Well you know, busy with school and stuff," he replied, "I was out with my friends for the evening and they wanted to stop by for some dessert."

"Oh, are you friends of Derek also?" she asked the pack, and the only thoughts going through any of their heads was Derek who? Their Derek, the resident Sour Wolf Alpha who they seriously thought got joy out of scaring small children? Though honestly that line of thought mainly came from Stiles ramblings that they all tried to avoid listening to.

"Yea, I actually live with him and his uncle," Isaac answered, being the only one who wasn't lost in thought of how this girl, Jess, knew Derek, though he wasn't positive how she knew Stiles.

"Oh, you must be Isaac, Derek has mentioned you before," Jess replied, sticking out her hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you finally, and you must be Stiles friends, he told me a lot about you."

"Only the good, non-discriminating stuff, I promise," Stiles said in response to the annoyed looks he was getting from the pack. "Anyway," he said looking at Jess, "The guy next to Isaac is Scott, the girl next to him is Allison, the strawberry blonde is Lydia and the douche next to her is Jackson. Guys, this is Jess," Stiles said, introducing everyone.

"So… how do you know Derek?" Scott asked, feeling kind of annoyed that Stiles knew something about his alpha that he didn't.

Jess looked confused at that, "He owns the place…" she said in a voice that told the pack that they should know this and were stupid for not.

"Derek… Our Derek? As in Derek Hale?!" Jackson asked incredulously, clearly voicing that he didn't believe what he just heard.

"Yea… He's owned it for the past year," Jess responded, looking at them all.

"And you two knew this?" Allison asked Isaac and Stiles, startling them all, she had been so quiet that they had almost forgotten that she was there except for Scott. The two boys nodded. "Okay, Isaac I understand knowing, I mean he lives with him, but how do you know Stiles?" she asked.

"He told me," Stiles said in the same voice Jess had used when telling them about Derek owning the place. "I honestly can't believe you guys didn't know, I mean where do you think he gets all of his money?" Stiles asked them.

"But why a bakery?" Lydia asked.

"Because he is an amazing baker, like seriously one of the best," Stiles answered. His response got a lot of disbelieving looks from his friends.

"It's true, I am an amazing baker," Derek interjected having just come out of the kitchen with flour all over his apron, startling all of the teens. "Your usual Stiles?" he asked already reaching towards the impressive display of baked goods.

"You know me well Mr. Sour Wolf," Stiles says causing Derek to role his eyes.

"Usual? How often do you come here?" Scott asked his best friend.

"Usually about once a week, I come on the weekends."

"But he hasn't been here the past few weeks," Jess pouted jokingly, punching Stiles playfully on the arm.

"Sorry! Geez, you'd think I committed a crime or something," Stiles grumbled while rubbing his arm. Jess's punches didn't hurt nearly as bad as a wolf's but she still had some strength.

"Anyway, what do the rest of you guys want?" Derek asked the rest of his pack. After they had all ordered and were eating their dessert, marveling over Derek's awesome baking skills, Derek walked up to Stiles and sat next to him. "You brought them to that diner on purpose didn't you?" he grumbled low enough so not even the other wolves in the room could hear him.

Stiles just smirked, "I told you they were going to find out sometime, I just helped them along." Derek just huffed and rolled his eyes, he would always question how the annoyingly observant teen had managed to get him to spill his secret.