Authors Note: HEYO! XD So this is my first ever Teen Wolf one shot, so please forgive me if it's shit XD I started shipping Sterek after reading a few (many) fanfics on them :3 So yeah, please be nice to me XD Please, please review XD

ALSO Teen Wolf has stopped playing over here in England :'( so we only go up to season 2 – so the last thing I saw was that Jackson became a werewolf – meaning I don't know anything that's happened since D':

Stiles

Ok, right, so... I WAS GOING ON A DATE WITH DEREK FREAKING HALE! Could you tell I was excited? You could? Well...that wasn't going to go very well. The Thursday after Derek appeared in my room and stuck his tongue in my mouth – dream come true much –, he had texted me. It wasn't too late, since it was a school night, but late enough. It read:

Tomorrow. 7:30. Be ready.

I couldn't help but smile. At 7:30, dad would have been at work for a while after having a very quick and early dinner, so I would have been alone in the house anyway. He wouldn't be back until 3am. It was like that every Friday night for us, and normally I would just be sitting in my room, finishing off any homework and playing videogames...or researching. I actually couldn't remember what I texted back...or if I even replied at all. All I knew was I was very excited.

Of course I had to reign in my excitement during school. I mean, werewolves can smell that kind of stuff, right? Being friends with five werewolves was not the best thing when they could sense the small things. Not to mention Allison and Lydia would know something was up straight away...even if they were human like I was. But they were girls...girls knew this stuff.


The school portion of the day was going great. So far none of them had noticed anything.

"What's got you rubbed the right way, Stiles?" Allison asked, as she, Lydia and Erica cornered me by my locker.

Should have known it wouldn't last long. I sighed, grabbing a book, before shutting it. I turned around and leant against the lockers, looking at the three girls that were surrounding me. I smiled as innocently as I could at the three of them.

"I have no idea what you mean." I reply, easily.

"Liar." Erica pointed out. "You know exactly what we mean, so spill it."

I actually debated with myself whether or not I should let them in on what was happening later the evening...or even what happened last Saturday. But in the end I decided against it, not really wanting it to be spread around the pack like wildfire, because it would somehow get back to my dad. And that was not something I wanted to experience. I mean, if my dad found out, he'd wonder why the fuck it was Derek and then proceed to try and shoot Derek. That would not end well. At all. So, keeping quite seemed like a good plan.

"It's noting." I insisted. "Just in a good mood."

Which wasn't technically a lie. I just wasn't saying why I was in a good mood – or should I say who. The three girls put their hands on their hips and their eyebrows rose simultaneously. It was kind of creepy.

"Stiles, tell us why. Or we'll get Isaac and Scott to find out." Lydia informed me.

I mentally winced. If anyone could get me to spill my guts – apart from Derek and, sometimes, my dad – it was Isaac and Scott. Scott could because he was my best friends and knew what to do and/or say to get me to tell him anything. Isaac...Isaac was just too damn good and the wounded puppy look and knew I couldn't actually say no. So yeah, getting my best friend and my favourite puppy on me was one way to get me to talk. I was about to reply when Scott, Jackson and Boyd announced their arrival, distracting the three girls immediately. Isaac stood there, staring into nothing, until I walked over to him.

"Ready for English?" I asked, smiling.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Isaac sighed.

I clapped him on the shoulder, as the pair of us walked off ahead of the rest of the pack. It was easier than getting dragged into all the fluffy-ness. As the two of us walked, we passed a small group of people. I noticed Isaac staring in the general direction of one of the people in said group. One of the people I knew all too well. Danny. Glancing between Isaac and Danny, I smirked a little.

"You know, you could just talk to Danny." I said, elbowing Isaac in the side.

His head snapped back to me, eyes wide. It reminded me of a deer caught in headlights. I saw the way his face reddened, the colour seeping down his neck and reached the tips of his ears.

"He's an alright guy really, puts up with Jackson." I added.

"I dunno." Isaac muttered, glancing back at Danny.

He looked away as soon as Danny looked up, but I saw the way Danny's gaze lingered on the werewolf pup.

"Trust me, you should go for it." I told him. "Or I'll lock you both in an empty room until something happens between the pair of you."

Isaac stared at me, slightly shocked at how casual I sounded, but he nodded anyway. I was intrigued to see what would happen next with these two, making a mental note to keep tabs.


Lacrosse practise finished at 4pm that afternoon and I was back home at 4:30pm. So I had, like, 3 hours to have a shower and get dressed. Dad was in the kitchen eating dinner, and would be heading back out to work in ten minutes. When I was younger, after my mom died, it would really upset me that I never got to spend time with my dad at all.I would always stay at Scott's if dad worked the late shift. It was like that up until I turned fifteen. But when I was thirteen, I had started to get used to it. I don't mean it sucked any less, or I didn't care...I mean, I was so used to it that I just grinned and bared it. I hated that it was like that, but I knew dad had to work, and had to work hard since mom died. He was genuinely the best dad ever. Anyone who dared argue with that would be meeting my fist.

I walked out of the shower searching for something to wear. I ended up pulling on: a red button down shirt, folding the sleeves until they reached my elbow and leaving the first two buttons left undone; a plain black waistcoat, which I left unbuttoned; and black jeans – which Erica never resisted in telling me 'looked way too tight to be considered clothing'. I then pulled on my old; warn out, black and white converse sneakers with red laces. I literally just combed my fingers through my hair when it was dry, not needing to do anything to it. I grew my buzz-cut out, so know I actually had hair. It was a little strange, but I liked it.

I was downstairs when there was a knock at my door. I had just slipped my wallet and phone into the right hand side pocket of my jeans, before I opened it. Standing there was none other than Derek Hale. He had on the usual black boots, usual black jeans, usual black leather jacket and the not-so-usual BLUE t-shirt! I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't making this colour up. I know, it's stupid, freaking out over someone wearing a coloured t-shirt...but when that person is Derek-I-wear-black-with-and-grey-only-Hale, it's kind of hard not to be surprised. I tried not to show how shocked I was, but he could probably smell it. Damn wolf-y powers! When I looked away from his t-shirt and actually at his face, I noticed Derek was just staring at what I was wearing. Mainly the shirt and jeans. I could practically feel the heat rising in my face and desperately tried to find something witty to say, before I died from the silence.

"Ready to go?" Derek suddenly asked, seeming to snap out of staring at me on his own.

I just nodded wordlessly.


I don't think I would ever get used to sitting in the passenger seat of Derek's camaro. It was completely different to ridding in my jeep, but then I was used to my jeep. It was strange sitting on the leather seat, hearing near enough no sound – apart from a low humming – emitting from the car. The quite made me anxious and search for a need to fill it with endless babble. But I was faced with a dire problem. I didn't know what to say! That had never happened to me before! Apart from when my mom first got ill, when she died, and on her birthday and Christmas for a few years after. Only my dad knew that though. I always made it look like I was coping when around other people, when really I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry. I tried not to think too much about my mom, knowing that Derek would be able to tell if my mood changed from nervously-excited to sad and a little depressed. But all thought's of trying not to think of my mom flew out the window when I saw where Derek was stopping the car. A lump formed in my throat when I saw the fading sign of the restaurant. I could never remember or read the name of it, but I knew it all too well. I hadn't been here in eight years. I swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat, and trying to fight off the burning sensation from trying not to cry. Derek parked his car, turning it off, before looking over to me.

"You ok?" he asked.

I tore my eyes from the building in front of me, glancing to Derek, before looking down at my hands in my lap. I nodded, sniffling a little.

"Liar." Derek said. "What is it?"

I glanced back up at the building in front of me, only able to look at it for a few seconds, before I returned my gaze to my hands.

"My...my mom loved it here." I replied, quietly, just above a whisper. "My dad proposed to her here... The three of us always came here once a month...twice if it was a birthday."

Derek said nothing. I sighed a little, the lump in my throat seeming to grow a little more.

"When she was confined to the hospital, two months before she died...we stopped coming here all together. Haven't been back since. Now eight years, later..." I trailed off, flailing my hand at the building slightly.

I smiled slightly; trying to push past the sadness, though sitting next to a werewolf made it a ridiculous thing to attempt.

"My mom was a fan of this place too." Derek ended up saying. "Dragged my dad, my sister and me here every year on her birthday. It always made her happy... When I was five, I asked her why. She said it was because she was in her favourite place with her three favourite people."

I looked up at him then, seeing the far off look in his eyes that I knew all too well. My dad got it whenever he was thinking or we were talking about my mom. Apparently I got it too, not that I would know. Derek had a small, sad smile on his face as he stared off into nothing, thinking. All too soon, though, Derek blinked, shaking his head slightly, and turning back to me.

"Come on." he said, taking off his seatbelt and following him inside.


I was actually a little surprised to find that I was actually having a good time. Derek wasn't being all broody Alpha and was – what I assumed was – 'normal' Derek. 'Normal' Derek seemed to smile and laugh more. I liked this Derek. We talked about random things, never seeming to run out of things to say. We never seemed to stray to the pack which was surprising, really. Thinking of the pack sparked an idea in my head. And you know me. Once something forms in my head, it had to slip out of my mouth.

"So...Saturday." I said, during one of the comfortable silences. "Why did you get so shitty with Isaac?"

I looked up hesitantly from my food, directly at Derek. There was a light tint of pink covering his cheek, so faint you wouldn't notice it. Unless you were super awesome like I was and noticed all these unnoticeable things.

"I was annoyed, ok." Derek muttered, going slightly redder. "I don't like it when my pack doesn't listen t me."

Derek's faded forest green eyes had widened a little and he was biting the inside of his cheek. God, I loved that I knew the pack so well!

"Ok, what else?" I asked. "You're obviously hiding another reason from me. I mean, it can't be that bad. Can it? And if you don't tell me then I could just ask Isaac, I'm pretty sure he'd know, you know? I mean, it could be anything and I want to know, so maybe Isaac smelt something. So are you going to tell me, or what? And what's with your face every time I say Isaac's name, it's like you're..."

I stopped my sudden ramble – thank you ADHD for that! Every time I mentioned Isaac, Derek's expression flickered, almost looking like he wanted to growl but forcing himself not too. Then I remembered how he growled at Isaac to 'move next to Jackson' and the fact that his eyes were red on that Saturday. Slowly a smirk spread across my face, making the colour on Derek's face deepen slightly – and this is when I wish I could take a picture!

"You were...jealous?" I asked, astounded. "Of Isaac? You? Derek Hale? Really? Wow...I'm touched."

Derek did growl then, it was quite, so no one else but me heard. I just laughed a little.

"So tell me, Sour-wolf, what was with the sudden jealousy?" I asked, trying to hard to stop laughing.

"I don't know why." Derek mumbled, shrugging. "Just am."

I smiled softly then, going a little red myself. Derek glanced up at me then, seeing the blush that was on me.

"He's just so... It's like he's attached to you." Derek muttered.

"Well what do you expect?" I asked, still smiling. "I'm the only one that really listens to him. He trusts me more that anyone. I'm the one he goes to for advice, or I give it to him anyway, for example I basically told him to talk to Danny or I'd lock the pair of them in an empty room, until he told Danny he like him. Besides, I'm ok with it; he's a really good buddy. Isaac's my favourite anyway."

Derek seemed to relax a bit after the bit about Danny and the face I said Isaac was a buddy, but his eyebrows rose at my last statement, giving me a look as if to say I was mad.

"Oh come on!" I protested. "You're saying Isaac isn't your favourite out of all of them? Have you not met Isaac?!"

Derek laughed a little, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.


All in all, the date was a success. Well, I thought it was anyway, I had no idea what Derek thought. Well, I didn't until he asked if I was busy tomorrow. I hoped I didn't reply to quickly, but if I did Sour-wolf didn't seem to care. It was almost 11:30pm when Derek pulled up outside my house. I hadn't noticed the time until now. It was surprising that now I saw how late it was that I was tired, when before I was wide awake. Derek gave me a knowing smirk. Before I knew it, he had leant over and I was kissing the smoking hot werewolf. It wasn't like Saturday night, this was quicker and slower.

"Go. Sleep." Derek mumbled as he pulled back.

It took me a moment to process his words. When they had finally made sense, I nodded and starting getting out the car. I had opened the door and was about to step out.

"I'll...see you tomorrow." Derek said.

I smiled slightly, nodding at that too.

"Night, Derek." I smiled.

"Goodnight, Stiles." Derek replied.

When I was up in my room, I looked out of my bedroom window. The camaro was still parked outside the front, just idling in front of my house. Hesitantly, I gave a small wave, which made me feel kind of stupid. It was then Derek started driving away. Grinning to myself, I shut the blind in my room – keeping my window unlocked – before getting changed and diving under my covers.

Today was a good day.


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