2.

Stiles blinked twice before rubbing his eyes and blinking again, shocked at the sight of the person who was at his door. When his doorbell had gone at eight o'clock at night he had a few thoughts on who it could be, but find Boyd standing on his doorstep, stoic faced as ever though if Stiles looked closely there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Hey," Stiles smiled unsurely, he didn't even know that Boyd knew where he lived.

"Hi," Boyd scratched his neck, his eyes looking at Stiles with eyes all wide and hopeful making Stiles mentally groan.

"Come on in," Stiles smiled stepping back and watching with slight bemusement as Boyd stepped into the house and shuffled down the hallway before hovering in the living room looking unsure. "So what can I do for you?" he smiled.

"I erm…well…me and Erica have had a fight," Boyd's shoulders slumped and he looked so down trodden that Stiles is hugging him before he realises what he is doing. Boyd tensed slightly in his arms for a second, then he has his face buried in Stiles' shoulder and is bear hugging him back. Stiles gently patted Boyd on the shoulder as the werewolf actually burrowed into his shoulder, which you know was kind of disconcerting considering there were a good 6 inches between them.

He managed to guide them towards the sofa and sat the other man down before rubbing his back as he settled down beside him on the sofa. Boyd sat slumped and pressed against Stiles' chest looking mournfully at his hands as he tried to get himself under control. After a little while Boyd finally began talking, explaining how he and Erica had gotten into an argument over something silly, it had turned into a massive fight, which had led to him shouting that she preferred Derek over him anyway and Erica punching him before storming out. Stiles sighed and patted Boyd's back before standing.

"Come on," Stiles tugged Boyd's wrist and the big werewolf followed him like a giant puppy, a giant miserable puppy. Stiles left him sitting at the table and moved to turn on the kettle, reaching for the hot chocolate, two mugs, whipped cream and marshmallows. Boyd was staring mournfully at his hands when Stiles placed his mug in front of him and then sat opposite him with his own.

"What am I going to do?" Boyd pouted. Stiles cursed Derek's damned puppies as he started scanning his mind for what the hell he could do.

"What happened exactly?" Stiles asked.

"We were just hanging out and well…we were talking…she…she said something about me and her and I panicked, I kind of didn't say anything at all and she went really quiet before getting really angry, shouting a bunch of things that I didn't really understand and then she stormed out. I didn't know what to say I'm not used to people wanting me and I thought she maybe…but I didn't let myself hope and then when she…I screwed up,"

Stiles sat blinking at the werewolf, fairly sure that that was the most that he had ever heard Boyd saying in one go, maybe even more than he had ever heard Boyd saying over the entire time he had known the guy. And he admitted it was fairly amusing to see the normally stoic, silent werewolf actually stammering.

"Ok, so the major question for the solution to your problem is, how much humiliation are you willing to endure to win her back over?" Stiles asked motioning for the werewolf to drink his hot chocolate. Boyd took a hasty sip clearly intending to please Stiles before he paused blinking at is cup and took another sip humming happily. "I know, my hot chocolate rocks," Stiles beamed.

"Its amazing," Boyd licked his lips taking another few sips.

"So issues at hand?" Stiles chuckled.

"Oh yeah," Boyd looked away from his hot chocolate to look back at Stiles. "Humiliation?" He asked wincing a little as he realized exactly what Stiles had said.

"Yup. Sorry dude, but she's feeling incredibly humiliated and rejected right now, the only thing that is going to put you ahead of the game right now, especially with Erica's penchant for getting even, even when it does cut off her nose to spite her face, is to do the same to yourself while making a big gesture," Stiles shrugged.

"And you have one in mind?" Boyd asked before flinching at the smirk Stiles gave.

"The perfect one that will have her werewolf putty in your hands. And all we need is eBay!" Stiles announced with probably a little more glee than was good for Boyd's sense of impending doom.

"Ok fine, let's do it," He nodded.


"I can't do it," Boyd shook his head looking about ready to pass out.

"Dude, you have faced down hunters, wrestled with Derek, argued with him, you turn into a freaking werewolf whenever you want to…or get angry enough, which could turn anyone in there that laughs at you into a chew toy. You can so do this and make it look amazing and make every single girl in there wish that she had a boyfriend like you and be jealous of the fact that Erica gets you! You can so do this!" Stiles patted Boy's upper arms comfortingly. "Come on say it with me, I can do this!"

"I can do this,"

"Once more with a little bit of feeling dude!"

"I can do this!" Boyd said a little more forcefully.

"It'll do, come on," Stiles grabbed Boyd's hand and dragged him to the doors of the classroom they had been hiding in for Boyd's freak out and to the cafeteria doors a few feet down the hallway.

"Everyone's staring," Boyd whimpered clinging onto Stiles' hand tight enough that Stiles was slightly worried about the way his bones were grinding together. But he put that out his mind and patted the hand gripping his.

"Picture yourself hunting and attacking the prey! You're a big bad werewolf, you can do this!" Stiles assured him before he shoved him through the doors before he could change his mind.

"Is that…"

"Why is Boyd wearing a batman costume?" Isaac and Scott stopped beside Stiles as the three of them watched the batman Boyd making his way across the cafeteria to Erica, his shoulders squared, to thrust a bunch of water lilies practically into her face making Stiles wince and smack his hand to his face.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He choked out to the stunned looking blonde who had luckily managed to dodge back from avoiding getting smacked in the face by the bouquet. Her eyes dragged over Boyd who shifted in front of her uncomfortably before she smiled shockingly shyly.

"I'd like that," Erica nodded taking the bouquet with careful hands.

"Oh thank god," Boyd slumped slightly getting a laugh out of Erica and most of the cafeteria.

"This is all really romantic, thank you," Erica stood and pressed a kiss to Boyd's cheek before moving passed him. "You coming?" She smirked making him lose the confused look on his face and trail after her quicker than Scott could now fetch a Frisbee. "Thank you," she mouthed at Stiles as they passed them while Boyd lost his stoic look to grin his thanks at Stiles making him grin and nod back in response to both their thank you's.