"Oh God, this is so embarrassing," Allison murmured, picking up the bowling ball and waving at her group of friends. "I was supposed to be going with them tonight, but I had to cancel 'cause Dad said I had to go with you instead."
Derek glanced at her. "Don't blame me. I don't want to be here anymore then you do." He told her, crossly. Allison watched as Scott McCall walked over.
"Hey, Allison." He said, giving her a dimpled smile.
"Hey, Scott." She said. She tucked he hair behind her ear, and gave him a small smile.
"Do you guys want to join us?" He asked, gesturing to Stiles behind him. "We're about to start a new game."
Allison looked up at Derek. "Do you want to?" She asked. Derek nodded. They picked up their jackets, and joined Stiles and Scott.
Derek was glad to see Stiles sitting at the table, typing in everyone's names on the electronic scoreboard. Stiles smiled at him, and added Derek's name to the list.
"Hey," Stiles said. "I'm up first." He jumped to his feet, picking up a large, green bowling ball and chucked it down the lane. It curved and rolled into the gutter. Derek smiled at Scott, as they watched Stiles' comic expression as he threw two more gutterballs.
"Dude, I suck!" Stiles groaned, as he slumped in the seat beside Derek.
"You're not even throwing the balls straight. You're kind of spazzing all over the place." Derek told him.
Stiles started, and looked up at him, hurt. "Dude, I have ADHD. I can't help flailing around. Believe me, I've tried to control my limbs." He said.
Derek felt bad for making fun of him. "Sorry," He said. "I didn't mean to be so rude."
Derek watched with amusement, when Allison offered to coach Scott bowling. Derek knew for a fact that she was a damned good bowler, and Scott could definitely do with a bit of help. He watched as Allison put an arm around Scott, and showed him how to properly throw the bowling ball.
"Aren't you going to tell him off? That's still technically your fiancée." Stiles said. "They're totally flirting."
"She likes him. I don't really give a shit if they hook up. I have to marry her – I don't have to love her." Derek said, nonchalant.
"Your attitude towards this marriage arrangement is so intriguing." Stiles said. It was his turn to bowl, and Stiles stood up.
"C'mon, Derek. You gonna teach me how to bowl?" Stiles asked. "I'd hate to keep getting gutterballs the entire night."
Derek put an arm around Stiles, and showed him. "See?" He said. "Keep focused. Try to keep your arm straight. And throw the ball right down the line." They watched as the ball rolled straight into the pins. A strike!
"Yesss!" Stiles shouted, hugging Derek tightly. "We make a great team."
They turned around to realize that Scott and Allison were watching them celebrate, an amused expression on Allison's face. Scott gave Derek a huge smile.
"Congrats, buddy." Scott said, high fiving Stiles.
When the game was over, Allison grabbed her coat and followed Derek outside.
"If you want to go home with Scott, I won't tell anyone." Derek told her, as he drove. "You clearly love him."
Allison rolled her eyes. "What if my parents found out? I'd be dead meat." She said. "By the way, I see how you look at Stiles."
Derek's mouth fell open a little as he tried to find words. "Yeah?" He finally said.
"You like him. A lot." She teased, giving him a smile. "If you want to take him home, I won't tell anyone."
"My mom can't find out about Stiles. This wedding is deadly important to her. If anything messes it up, my entire family – no, my entire pack will be hunted." Derek said, frowning.
"But you do like him."
"Of course. He's amazing."Derek said, glancing at his fiancée.
"Are you gay?"She asked. "Just wondering."
"I like girls too. I've actually had girlfriends during high school. Bi, I guess." He said, eyes back on the road.
Allison shrugged. "Okay."
She gave Derek a small smile. "You know Stiles can actually bowl pretty good, though, right?" She said, smirking. "I've played against him before. I heard him tell Scott that he was gonna play bad on purpose so you could coach him."
Derek raised one eyebrow. "Oh, I know." He said.
The next day, Derek parked his black camaro in the busy parking lot, and rushed into the grocery store. He had been given a huge list of items to pick up for the household. Derek grabbed a shopping cart. As he was going through the aisles, he saw an all-too familiar face. Stiles, with his buzz cut and his red lacrosse hoody, was standing alongside his father in the meat department.
" . . .seriously, can we just get the burgers and get out of here?" Stiles said, annoyed. "We've been here for ages."
"I'm looking at the specials. Make yourself useful son, and go grab a few loaves of bread." The Sheriff said, as he inspected the cooler full of steaks.
Stiles turned around in a huff, and spotted Derek. He raced over. "Hey," Stiles said.
Derek nodded at him. "My mom sent me to do the grocery shopping. We have to get so much food every week, shopping takes forever."
Stiles peered into the full cart of food, and glanced up at Derek. "Wait, it's just you, Peter and your mom, right? This could feed an army!" He said.
"I have two sisters, and three cousins. Plus, a few of my mom's friends live with us." Derek told him. "It's a pretty big pack."
"Whoa." Stiles said, as they walked to the bakery department. Derek threw a few loaves onto his cart, and watched as Stiles grabbed his loaves as well.
"You going to hang out with Allison tonight?" Stiles asked.
"No." Derek told him.
"Maybe, do you want to skype later?" Stiles suggested. "Do you have a computer?"
Derek smiled at him. "I have a laptop."
"My dad will be out tonight. If you want to skype me around midnight, does that work for you?" Stiles asked.
Derek nodded. "Sure." He quickly looked around to make sure they were alone, before grabbing Stiles by the shirtfront, and pulling him close. They kissed. Derek's hands wandered down to Stiles' waist. He gave Stiles' booty a quick grab.
"Aren't you worried someone will see us?" Stiles asked, breathless, as he pulled away from Derek.
"I'm willing to take that risk." Derek said, kissing Stiles on the side of his neck.
"My dad's gonna start looking for me, if I don't get back soon." Stiles told him, grabbing his hand and interlacing his fingers with Derek's.
The Sheriff glanced up as his son returned with the bread. "Hey, I'm almostdone shopping." He said.
"Dad, this is Derek Hale. Allison's fiancé." Stiles said, throwing the bread into his dad's cart. Derek shook the Sheriff's hand.
"Hi." He said.
"You're Allison's fiancé?" Sheriff asked, surprised. "How old are you?"
"Twenty two." Derek said.
"Huh." The Sheriff said. "Sorry, you look older."
"I get that alot." Derek told him. "I look thirty."
"It's nice to meet you." The Sheriff said.
Derek ran up the stairs to his bedroom, and closed the door. It was nearly midnight, and he had a skype date with Stiles in a few minutes. He opened his laptop, and logged in. Stiles wasn't online yet. Derek waited impatiently, rapping his knuckles against the side of his desk.
Finally, he was online. Derek could see Stiles sitting in his messy bedroom. He gave Derek a dorky little wave.
"Hey Babe," Stiles said. "What's up?"
Derek gave him a wide smile. "Nothing, I was just waiting for you to go online."
"You picked out your suit yet?" Stiles asked him. "The wedding's in three days, dude. That's cutting it pretty short."
Derek shrugged his shoulders. "It's on my to-do list," He said.
"I can go with you, if you want." Stiles offered, perking up.
"Peter and I were thinking of going tomorrow. If you want, I can pick you up on the way." Derek told him.
"Uhhh . . .Peter's gonna be there?" Stiles said, his eyebrows raising a little. "Seriously?" He said. "No offense, but your uncle's kinda creepy."
Derek leaned closer to the camera. "Yeah, well, he's still my uncle. Besides, my mom made him in charge of making sure everyone's dressed up nice for the wedding. He's like, the fashion consultant or something."
"Great." Stiles said, sarcastically. "It would've been more fun if we had been able to go alone."
"Yeah," Derek agreed.