Author Note: Well, this was unexpected. People actually liked it! My self-esteem level boosted out the roof when I saw the follows! Thank you guys so much! I'm trying to move it along to get to the good stuff, but I don't want to rush it, because I enjoy writing so much… The first few chapters will be shaky, but please stay patient with me! xx

Chapter 2

On the car ride to the farm, Stiles thought about the man. Why is this man, who he is only fantasizing about, having such an effect on him? What are the odds of someone that gorgeous even existing? He continues to stare out the window, not speaking or making eye contact, with his father.

"Come on Sty," his father says. "You can't be mad at me; I'm doing this for your good. If you learn from this and actually try in school, then you do not even have to step foot on a farm again."

"Pshh, whatever..." Stiles' says, laying his chin under his arm, staring at the dirt road and the corn fields rush by.

After an hour in the car, they were pulling up to the farm. Stiles dreaded this moment for weeks. He and his father get out of the car and shut the door, greeted by Stiles' father's friend.

"How are you? You must be Stiles," he says shaking Stiles' hand. "I'm Mr. Harrison." Stiles' was blown away. 'This man isn't bad at all…' Stiles' thought.

"Your father tells me you're going to help me tend my farm for a month," he says with a smile. "I'm thrilled to get to know you, your father and I go way back!" My dad laughs, remembering all the memories of college life. I remember my dad telling stories about this guy.

"I will help you settle in, and then I will explain the basics then you can meet the others you will be working with at dinner."

'I just got here and I'm already learning stuff? This is going to be the longest month ever...' Stiles' thought. All he could really focus on though is his stomach. He had this weird feeling in his stomach about these "others", for some strange reason.

"Let's get started then!" Stiles' says with as much excitement as he could possibly show, which did the trick because his father gave him a big thumbs up.

"Well Stiles, I have to get home and go back to the station. I'll call later tonight and see how you settle in with the new atmosphere."

"OK dad! Drive safe!" Stiles' says watching his dad open the door. Before his dad jumped in the car, Stiles had to say something, maybe implant some guilt in leaving him on this God forsaken farm…

"Dad," Says Stiles. Stiles' dad looks up at him. "I love you." That was all Stiles' said, and it worked perfectly.

"I love you too," was all the sheriff could say, hopping in the car before Stiles could see the pain that was in his eyes. Stiles' had a thought that crossed his mind. 'He's not just punishing me… He's punishing himself.'

Leaving his dad in Beacon Hills alone killed Stiles, but he had a job to do, and he wasn't going to let his father down.

After setting up his room and going through his training, Stiles' goes into the bathroom to wash up for dinner. He arrives into the dining room and finds a girl sitting at the table. She sees Stiles and puts down her fork and stands up.

"You must be Stiles. My name is Marie." She curtsied as she stood in front of him.

"Nice to meet you Marie," Stiles' responded.

"How are you settling in?" Marie asked, as she sat back down in her seat and picked up her fork again with her smile that would light up the whole cabin.

"Very well, better than I expected to," He said, sitting across from Marie. He sounded very surprised to himself, maybe because he actually was.

"Have you met Derek yet?" She says still smiling.

"Who is Derek?" Stiles' says, very curiously.

"He's the other farm boy. Very attractive I think." Marie giggles and blushes at the thought of Derek.

"I have not yet. I hope to meet hi— holy shit."

In that second, a man walks through the door, his gorgeous black hair shining from the shower he just took, one overall strap hanging down, his biceps bulging through his plaid button down. 'Oh my god…' Stiles' thought. 'It's the man from my dreams.'

Derek came in and made eye contact with the wide-eyed Stiles.

"You must be the new guy," Derek said looking as serious as anything. "I'm Derek."

"I'm… I'm… Stiles," He spat out, forgetting his name for a split second. His cheeks are on fire from the blushing, and he could just crawl under the table and die. Derek rolls his eyes, possibly checking Stiles off as some mentally handicapped child, and turns to Marie, who is giggling at Stiles for his adorable response.

"What is Jess cooking tonight?" Derek says.

"Chicken and mashed potatoes," Marie says, smiling at him

'Probably hinting him to smile,' Stiles' thought.

"Damn it, again?" Derek slops down into his seat from exhaustion of working all day perhaps, and leans his head back over the back of the seat.

"I could always let you starve, Hale!" Screams a lady as she is bringing two plates of the most delicious chicken Stiles has ever laid eyes on.

"How are you, my boy? Jess is the name!" Jess says, smiling as big as Marie.

"I'm Stiles, it's nice to meet you," Stiles' says returning the smile.

"Hope you like some chicken, I made it meself, along with the mashed potatoes,"

"It looks delicious," Stiles' smiles trying not to drool all over the food.

"Well don't let me keep you waitin'," Jess smiles, "dig in!"

As Marie yacked the whole night, Stiles tried not to make eye contact with Derek, but could not help himself and looked over a couple of times, failing miserably each time, because it seems as if Derek was looking at him, studying Stiles like an open book. Stiles thought, 'Am I that easy to figure out?' He finished off his mashed potatoes and associated with Marie.

After dinner was over, Stiles went back into his room and prepared for the day he had ahead tomorrow.

'Working with Derek all day? He thinks I'm retarded...' Stiles made a whining sound as he rolled into bed, closed his eyes, and drifted off into Derek-filled dreams.