I updated the story! So if you're getting the notification for this chapter after reading the first, you might want to go back and read the first chapter. I'm sorry if you were enjoying the other story, but I think this one will be much better! It has a more solid premise and hopefully I'm starting it with a little more narrative. Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters. I hope you all enjoy!


"I can't believe I came to this."

Theo scoffed. "And I can't believe you're drinking a beer, here, in a suit."

"I can't believe that he actually wore the suit," Scott said with a chuckle, patting his best friend on the shoulder.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Laugh it up, you ass wipes. It wasn't my idea to agree to come to this swanky party."

"It's not a party, it's a gala," Isaac corrected, taking Stiles' beer and replacing it with a glass of champagne.

"Same difference." Stiles made a face at the flute in his hands. "Tell me, why do these parties only serve champagne? What are we celebrating, how rich these people are?" He chugged the small amount and placed the empty glass on a nearby table, then pouted, "I want my beer back."

Liam shook his head. "Dude, we're here because Peter told us we had to come, you know that."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Like you guys want to be here anymore than I do. You're just more polite about it."

His band mates reacted in their own ways. Theo smiled, knowing this is exactly where he wanted to be: surrounded by rich and successful people free for him to network with. Isaac shrugged, he could have gone either way as long as they weren't the center of attention and got out of there alive. Liam nodded, admitting that Stiles was right but knew they had a job to do.

Scott laughed, knowing his friend was just being his typical dramatic self. Scott was always the level-headed of the group. A born leader, he kept the five very different guys in line and focused on their dream. Scott was the one who suggested he and Stiles start a band in high school. Scott had just learned how to play the guitar and insisted on jam sessions with Stiles playing his keyboard.

Stiles smiled at the memory: ah, the good ole days.

"Peter said these people were important," Scott spoke up, dragging Stiles away from the corner he'd tried to hide himself in and back to the crowd of people. "Investors of the movie, or something. We have to mingle."

"But I don't want to, Scott. I don't mingle."

"That because every time you do you knock over a waiter?"

The guys greeted the voice approaching them. Stiles raised his hand at him, "Yes! Thank you, Parrish. My point exactly."

"Don't encourage him, Jordan," Scott insisted, reaching out to shake the man's hand. "He's bad enough on his own without you adding to his paranoia."

Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, tell my paranoia to that boy in the kitchen icing his foot."

"Go easy on him, guys. Adjusting to moving in a suit is hard when it's your first time wearing one," Jordan teased, nudging playfully at Stiles' shoulder.

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Hardy-har-har. Look at the big Hollywood hot-throb picking on us little guys out here just trying to make it. Are we done?"

Scott pulled a retreating Stiles back to the group, "Come on man, you know he's kidding."

"Yeah, Stiles. You know I hate these kind of get-togethers as much as you do," Jordan whispered, looking around to make sure no one important was standing too close.

"No one hates these things as much as I do," Stiles declared.

Jordan chuckled, "I bet I know one person who has us both beat. The entire drive over here my co-star was going on and on about how much she was dreading this night. She drank over half of my flask, can you believe that?"

"You got any more of that?" Stiles asked.

"Best behavior," Isaac warned. "Peter's instructions. We can't afford another mishap."

Stiles held his hands up in surrender. He knew Peter would have his ass if he did anything stupid. They were supposed to show up, smile for the cameras outside, and shake the hand of anyone who even smelled of money.

It was his fault, really. The band wouldn't have had to try this hard if it wasn't for all his mishaps. They were walking on eggshells because Stiles didn't know how to conduct himself in the most important interviews and parties.

It made him so frustrated. He was in a band because he loved to conduct music and write lyrics. Not because he wanted to sit in front of some snooty interviewer who asked stupid or trick questions that were not meant for his sarcastic and blunt nature.

Alas, that's not the way the world worked. In college, after Scott and Stiles had been playing together for a few years, they met Isaac in a bar and invited him to be their drummer. When a record producer approached them, he had Theo and Liam lined up as additions to the band in an attempt to round out their sound. Theo did backing vocals and lead guitar; Liam played bass and harmonized.

It was rough at first. Stiles and Scott had gone so long running things their own way, writing and creating their own melodies without having to answer to anyone. It took some time for everyone to trust each other. After a long 'getting to know each other' weekend being isolated in a beach house, they emerged with their first single. They each gained some respect for one another's skills.

Thus, the Wild Ones were born and resulted in a strong bond between the guys. Now, they were having their first taste of fame with one album, their first world-tour, and their second number one hit under Peter Hale's entertainment company, Hale Records. Peter, the band's record producer, had tailored them into the perfect band for the media. Stiles had to give him credit there, the man did know how to market.

But Stiles was no puppet, and he had a hard time not butting heads with the alpha. It was Derek Hale, the level headed assistant manager to the band, who was often able to knock some sense into him. He usually had the band's best interests at heart and always fought for the guys when he felt his uncle was being particularly too hard on them.

He owed his band everything and would do anything for them. Even if that meant sipping champagne in a suit at a fancy movie investor party and being on his best behavior. This movie was, after all, supposed to skyrocket their next number one.

Jordan Parrish was the lead male in the movie, playing the prince the mermaid falls in love with. Or something like that. Even though Stiles had written the song they used in the movie, he hadn't wanted to know the full details of the plot. Deaton had questioned his motive until he explained that he just wanted to know what the emotion those final moments were supposed to express were. It would open a much larger avenue for him to explore if he were trying to touch a heartbreak or forgiveness that could be related to anyone watching instead of using just the characters to create his story. Stiles was grateful when Deaton gave him an understanding smile and comment about how he'd made the right decision coming to their band for this project.

The boys had met Jordan at an MTV award after party a few months before being asked to work on the movie. The guy was very friendly and down to Earth; he fit in with the band right away. They were excited to get to work with him.

"What do you think, Stiles?"

He shook his head, obviously in his own daydream of thoughts that distracted him from their continued conversation. "Think of what?"

"The music video," Jordan answered. "We just got the call that we're going to meet on Friday to go over storyboard ideas."

Stiles groaned. He'd forgotten about having to shoot a music video. If he were honest, he wasn't very happy about the band recording the song in the first place. It was supposed to be just for the movie, sung by someone else with their name written in the credits to go unnoticed. But no, Peter had to go and decide that it would be their next single since the movie was set to be such a success.

"Why can't it just be scenes from the movie?" Stiles asked. "It worked for the Goo Goo Dolls with that Iris song – why can't we do the same?"

"Wait, which one was that one?" Isaac asked.

"Uh, you know," Stiles' racked his brain to think of the lyrics. "Um it goes like, and I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am –"

Liam held up his hand, "Hold up – that song was written for a movie?"

"Yeah, man," Stiles responded. "A Nick Cage movie, actually. It's hilarious – he's an angel and –"

"Peter says that kind of video is lazy and a lost opportunity," Theo interrupted. He huffed at his fellow band members, pointing to the other side of the room. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go speak to that wealthy looking person over there and do what we came here to do: schmooze."

Scott gave Liam a look, telling him to go follow so Theo didn't get himself in trouble.

Stiles rolled his eyes at Theo, waving him off as they walked away. "Whatever, man. I'm just not at all excited about working with actors again." Jordan feigned insult. "Besides you, Parrish, of course. We'll probably have to work with your co-star though, won't we? Ugh, I bet she's an awful prima-donna, someone so annoying to work with. Will we have to put an array of cheese out for her highness –"

"Just brie."

"Jesus Christ!" Stiles jumped at the sudden voice behind him, catching him off guard. He stepped backwards, unknowingly on the hem of her dress, tripping her. Before she could fall to the ground, he miraculously caught her, holding her in his arms in a dramatic dip a foot off the floor.

He stared down at the stranger's large hazel eyes, red lips parted in surprise. The only thing he could think about was how beautiful the woman in his arms was... and how freakin' lucky he was to have actually caught her.

They seemed to both be at a loss of words, unmoving from their position.

*flash*

A bright light from the window brought them both back, turning in time to see a photographer capture their compromising position.

"Pull. Me. Up." she insisted, gritting the words through her teeth. He did as he was told, trying to help her get back to her feet stably. She looked down at her dress, lifting up the ripped fabric and following the long tear up her leg with her eyes. She growled. "Look what you did. Dammit. I didn't even want to be here tonight."

"Hey, you're the one who snuck up on me," he countered, following the red head as she stormed out of the main hall. "Who even does that?"

She scoffed, turning on him when they made it to the quiet lobby. "I wasn't sneaking up on you. I was approaching the group where Jordan told me to meet up with him. You were the one bad mouthing me. It's not my fault you got caught and jumped like a little girl. Ripping my dress, while you're at it."

Stiles scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, I am truly sorry about that. Uhm both of those things, actually. If it's any consolation, you berating me like this is definitely making me reconsider my earlier prima-donna comment."

She rolled her eyes. "Excuse me for being annoyed at the asshat who ripped my dress."

"Can I help you fix it?" he asked, trying to help her pull the fabric into a way that would help. Instead, his cufflink nicked the sleeve of her dress, ripping the strap and having it fall down her back, nearly exposing the top of chest before she caught it.

"For the love of-"

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, lifting his hands up in surrender. By now he could feel how red from embarrassment his entire face was.

She sighed, "Would you just please stop?"

"Yes, absolutely. I'm so sorry. What can I do to make this situation not as awkward as I've just made it?"

She considered him and he grew nervous. Tilting her head to the side and pouting out her lips in thought, she pointed at his suit jacked with an ah-ha.

"Wait, what are you –" *rip* "Oh, come on!"

"There," she smiled proudly as he looked down at her handy work. "You rip my dress, I rip your jacket. Tit for tat."

"But mine was an accident, you crazy woman!"

"And this is what happens when you mess with a woman's dress."

"Ac-ci-dent!"

"Stupidity is what I like to call it!"

*flash*

They both turned just in time for another camera man to run away after snapping another image of the pair. Stiles groaned. He was going to get into so much trouble for this.

The red head covered her face with her hand. "Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have come tonight."

Stiles' brow furrowed at her obviously distraught expression. "Is there any way I can help?"

She held up her hand, taking a step back from him. "You've done enough, thank you. Tell Jordan I left."

And for once in his life, his feet stood still beneath him as he watched her walk away.