Chapter 1.

Stiles was used to being the third wheel at this point. Scott was so obsessed with Allison he almost always forgot Stiles completely. It didn't hurt Stiles as much now as it did at first though he had a few distractions to keep him occupied: video games, research, school work, lacrosse but things had gotten a bit boring. Stiles wasn't miserable, just bored, and boredom was probably worse than being upset in his eyes because there isn't anything you can do to fix it. You are bored until you aren't and that is that.

The mind numbing boredom had gone on for what seemed like forever now.

When Derek turned up out of the blue it was a more than welcome change. It had been another tedious lacrosse practice, just sitting on the sidelines doing nothing. Stiles got home, his dad wasn't back yet (he was out covering someone else again). He went to his room closed his door and jumped about 3 feet in the air. "Argh! Oh my god, Derek! I know this whole appearing from nowhere thing is your kind of thing, but can you think for one minute about the effect this is having on my heart I can only take being scared so many times..."

Derek said nothing just glaring after rolling his eyes.

"Well what do you want? You can have the decency to tell me that at least after scaring the hell out of me."

Derek just looked as socially awkward and emotionally constipated as he always did

"You're impossible, Derek."

"I'll pick you up at 8?" Derek asked.

"Er..."

"Good." He said turning and climbing out of the window with that strange form of grace he always seemed to have when climbing out of Stiles' window.

"Great." Stiles muttered to himself. "Fantastic... what the hell?" he hoped Derek would still be in that werewolf range of earshot in the hopes that he would turn around and give some kind of explanation.

Stiles didn't dislike Derek, in fact he quite liked him a lot, a lot a lot, but he always annoyed by his lack of emotional response to well... anything. He had a bit of a crush on Derek although he denied it to everyone (including himself) he'd had enough unrequited love with Lydia.

He changed his clothes, slumped into his chair, turned on his computer and just stared at the screen doing nothing, the quickly darkening room turning the screen into the sole source of light in the room.

"God..." Stiles sighed. "That guy needs some kind of help."