Stiles, Dean, and the gang arrive at the diner. Sam and Allison are talking on the side. Scott and Dean are talking about what to eat, and Stiles remains silent and to himself. If he knew this we the restaurant Dean was talking about he would have starved until the morning. He wonders off to a booth second to the last in a corner. He looks on the wall, there were two dates. May 11, 2013 and May 15, 2014. Stiles exposes a small smile on his face. He touches the engravings on the wall.

Stiles and Derek have been dating for almost two years. Stiles never thought he would lose his virginity, let along be part of a couple in high school. No one really showed interest in him, no one barely noticed him, except Danny, on joking occasions. Although Danny made comments and Stiles rolled them off his shoulder, the attention was nice. Scott already had Allison a year before Junior Prom; he envied Scott at times. He has wonderful memories of him and a romance, although it was short-lived.

A year before prom... Junior Year

"Dude, I am going to die a virgin!" Stiles walks down the hallways with Allison and Scott, the couple are holding hands. Stiles wouldn't have a problem with this usually, but Junior Prom is around the corner, and as always he was dateless. The school mirrored his love life dark and depressing. The hallway seems to always be dim even with windows positioned around the school. Students rush to class. Stiles dashes to his locker. One of his mannerism because of his ADHD. He doesn't know how to stand still for long, and this is no exception.

"Dude, did you take your meds today?" Scott places his hands on his friend's shoulder to stop him from going into hyper speed.

"Yeah. And my inhaler too, mom!" Stiles grabs several books at once and dropping papers as he does it.

"Dammit!" Stiles picks up the paper. A second pair of hands comes in his line of vision, it's huskier than Scott's. He takes his time to look up. It's Derek Hale. Stiles almost has a heart attack. He falls on his butt and places his hands over his heart while he catches his breath.

"Force once can you make a noise? Why are you here?" Stiles says in one breath.

"I just came to help, spazz." Derek flashes his signature smile, a smile that is rare, but when he does it lights up his whole face and his personality changes, which makes is signature. Stiles is the only person that can bring it out of him.

"Wow! Name calling. I thought you were a grown man." Stiles flashes a half-smile. Derek's smile wasn't letting up.

Derek wanted to kiss Stiles for a while now. Every since they met, but he didn't want to freak him out. He doesn't even know if Stiles were attracted to guys, Derek wasn't really attracted to guys himself, but he sure knew he wanted Stiles. He had to restrain himself from pouncing on the young human. His wolf was telling him that he needs to mate. MATE. MINE. But Stiles wasn't his to claim. Maybe never.

"So what is this about not having a date for prom?" Derek breaks the silence. Stiles gazes at him with his mouth open.

"What?" Barely enunciating the "t". HOW THE HELL DID HE KNOW I DIDN'T HAVE A DATE?

"I overheard you talking about you don't have a date for prom." Derek says. "Or dying a virgin one of those two." Derek gives him a stack of papers.

"I said I was going to die a virgin, and now you reminded me I don't have a date for prom." Stiles freaks out. "Nobody even notices me."

"Stop freaking out." Derek says.

Stiles continues to stammer and talk at sound speed. Derek wants to punch... pound anyone who made his mate feel unwanted. 'I WANT YOU!' Derek thought that he kept the thought inside his head, but from Stiles' face he knew that the thought escaped his brain.

"YOU want ME?" Stiles says confirming everything he heard, also out of shock. If Derek didn't mean those words it would crush him. Not that he ever thought about being with Derek, but Derek did make him feel alive.

"I... Ye... How do I explain this?" Derek stammers.

Stiles looks at him with wide eyes hanging on to his every word. Derek thinks hard before he finishes his statement. He wanted to be the last person to hurt Stiles. He couldn't live with himself if Stiles would ever shed a tear because of him.

"When I first came back to Beacon Hills and seen you that night. My wolf howled, for you." Derek explains. He walks Stiles to the empty cafeteria.

"Really?" Stiles takes a seat. "What does that even mean?" Stiles asks.

"When I'm in human form my wolf instinct lie dormant, besides the senses." Derek pauses for Stile to catch up. "When I saw you my wolf instincts wanted to pin you down and make you mine."

"That's barbaric." Stiles comments. "Were you going to walk up to me and say 'you are my bitch now'?"

Derek chuckles. Then he does it. He kisses Stiles. Allison and Scott cheer in the background. Stiles wraps his arms around Derek's neck, as if it was natural.

"Dude, about time." Scott winks at Derek. "Seeing all that angst was killing me on the inside." Scott grabs his chest dramatically. "Just don't hurt him, or I will break you."

Stiles breaks the kiss to catch his breath. "That was amazing." He says. Then a frown paints across his face. "What about the girls you dated before? They are going to rip me to shreds. And all the girls that want you." He says in a rushed breath.

"I don't care about them, and I never will."

"I care about you too, although you were a dick to me when we first met." Stiles reminded him.

"About that." Derek leans in for another kiss. The kiss wasn't meant to be passionate, it was meant as an apology and a mark. Derek sucks on his bottom lip. Stiles moans into the kiss. This time Derek breaks the kiss, but doesn't move.

"Forgive me?"

Stiles puts his finger on his chin. "I mean I don't know you were kind of mean to me." Stiles says catching his breath. "Especially, after I saved you from drowning."

"Don't move." Derek whispers in his ear. "Your pants has a stain on them." Derek and Stiles looks at his pants. A spot. Right where the head of his dick is, and it's not small. The spot is noticeable.

"What am I going to do? I have class in..." he looks at his phone. "...two minutes." He leans into Derek's chest. "This is your fault you know."

"How so?" Derek raises an eyebrow.

"You coming here and kissing me. Making my fantasies about you come true."

"Fantasies... about me." Derek chuckles.

"Since we are 'mates' now. I masturbate thinking of all the things I want you to do to me. BDSM included."

"OMG! Stiles, you freak!" Scott yells from behind him.

"Shut up, Scott!" Stiles says through his teeth.

"You're into BDSM?" Derek raises an eyebrow.

"A little. The pain is exhilarating."

"Are you teasing me right now?" Derek says nibbling on his ear. How did he know THAT was his spot? Stiles gives in to the sensation. His desire was overwhelming, and Derek wanted to take him in the hallway.

"I promise, later, but right now you have class." Derek pulls Stiles to his locker. Derek remains in front of Stiles to hide the spot. Stiles was also hiding Derek's erection.

"You aren't helping me with your erection, Derek." Stiles pushes forward on Derek's hard-on.

"Will you stop?" Derek nuzzles Stiles' neck.

"We are still around." Allison makes their appearance known. Both men turn around.

"Sorry." Stiles' face turns red. In that instant he forgot the world existed. The bell rings. He dreaded going to the assembly. Because it was the first week of school all morning classes were canceled. Stiles runs into the bathroom and changes into his gym shorts.

"Why do you have shorts on the first week of school?" Scott asks. "Practice nor gym started yet?" Scott rubs his hair through his head while waiting for his answer.

"I brought them in case of emergencies. Derek suggested it actually." Stiles turns to Derek.

"I know how accident prone Stiles can be so I suggested that everyday he brings an extra change of clothes."

"That's not a bad idea. I should make sure Scott does that, Sloppy Joe day is my worst enemy." Allison speaks up. She shakes her hair, then flips it to give it some life. She looks like a damn supermodel. "I'm ready for the day to start." She stops mid walk. "Stiles, why DID you change your clothes?"

Scott begins to chuckle. Derek gives him a stern look. Scott chuckles even louder. Since he became alpha he has been this 'fearless leader'.

"You don't want to know." Scott leaves the conversation at that. Stiles was grateful Scott was an alpha and although Allison was human she knew the laws of the pack. If Scott wants to end a conversation it was over.

"Come we are going to be late." Stiles reminded everyone about the assembly. The three of them groan. They slow their gait to the cafeteria as if they were walking to their inevitable graves. Derek watch as the three walk away. Stiles looks back and smiles. He waves and Derek walks away.

Dean shakes Stiles as they were next to order their food. The waitress looks annoyed. Stiles picks up the menu and gazes through the food items. The waitress huffs and puffs as Stiles looks for what he wants. She shakes her leg impatiently. Stiles isn't affected, his dad does the same thing.

"Are you ready to order, young man?" The waitress says. Stiles looks at her and shudders. She has on way too much perfume, lipstick on her teeth, and a bad wig on. The lady looked to be middle aged.

"When I am ready I will call you over, okay?" Stiles says trying to bite back the attitude, but he doesn't succeed. The older lady rolls her eyes. She goes back to her other tables she was waiting on.

"You've had an attitude since we got here. What's wrong?" Dean turns his head towards Stiles. "I may not be able to help, but I am a good listener."

Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes. Dean looks at Sam with killing eyes.

"Care to share what's on your mind, Sam?" Dean says coldly. He really doesn't care what Sam has to say, but he raised his little brother to speak his mind no matter who it is.

"You are just plain... you are a mess." Sam says. "Stop trying to get in the boy's pants for five minutes. You can stop the charade now."

"Sam, I actually do care." Dean says folding his arms. "The boy has been quiet and if this is the same Stiles that Isaac has been telling us about then something's wrong." Surprisingly there was no tension, all love at the table. Stiles will chuckle here and there, and smile now-and-again, but he couldn't help the memories that flooded his mind.

"Guys, I don't want to talk about it. Please, drop it."

"No, I am not going to drop it." Dean says.

"One thing about Dean, he never drops anything, well except the soap occasionally." Sam turns to Dean with a smirk.

"Damn, nice." Scott gives Sam a high five.

"Sammy, I'm going to kill you." His voice was calm and low. Dean reaches over the table at his brother. Sam ducks underneath the table. Allison holds her dress down, not that she'd Sam would look, but she was wearing a dress none-the-less. Scott growls because Allison is sitting between him and Sam.

Stiles couldn't help, but smile.

"You know what we need?" Stiles speaks up for the first time that afternoon. "A group selfie."

"I hate those things." Dean groans.

"I can go for one." Sam nods.

"Doesn't surprise me, Sammy."

Sam throws some fries at Dean.

"I'm surprised you didn't die from touching the grease." Dean mocks.

Sam throws some more fries. Then Dean squirts some mustard Sam's way. He ducks hitting a guy behind Sam. They all look at the dude. He picks up whipped cream and flings it on Allison. Allison wipes herself down and quickly grabs a spoon of pudding and flings it towards the man, but hits his wife. The wife throws coleslaw at someone else, and a food fight breaks out. The owner tries to get everything under control, but it was no use too many customers were involved.

The owners kicks out the five and banned them from the place. Dean would have been upset because that was one his favorite burger joints in Cali, but Stiles had a good time and he was laughing. They boy has a beautiful youthful face and his smiles doesn't help much neither. Dean had to get himself together. He walks to the Impala. While Sam, Scott, and Allison were trying to get most of the food off of them, Stiles notices Dean leave.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Stiles calls after him, but Dean continues to walk ahead. Stiles begins to run after him. "Hey." Stiles grips his shoulders, and turns Dean around.

"What's going on?" Dean tries to remain unphazed.

"I asked you that a minute ago. Are you okay? You just left."

"Going to get some time for myself before we all head back to the hotel."

Stiles walks with Dean to the Impala. Stiles inspects the car. "Nice shit, man."

"It was my dad's and now it's mine."

"If my dad gave me something like this, I think I would love him forever." Stiles continues to check the car out. Dean just carefully looks at the boy. He was taking mental notes, like for instance he likes vintage cars.

"One day I MIGHT let you drive, if you are a good boy." Dean says in a smiling tone. Dean doesn't even let his little brother drive his car.

"Gee, pops, thanks." Stiles says is in the most sarcastic way he can. Dean scoffs.

"I can do things your pops can't." Dean winks. Stiles looks Dean up and down very slowly, making sure he's not missing an inch of the man. DAMN! THIS MAN IS GORGEOUS! Stiles screams in his head.

"Can't get enough of 'pops'?" Dean jokes.

"Please, my ex would put you to shame in looks alone." Stiles folds his arms. Stiles was lying and he knew it. Derek and Dean would have equal footing in the looks department. They both had a charm about them. That if they ever got in trouble their looks could get them out of it.

"LIES! Because if he were all that, you would be with him and not over here stripping me all of my dignity." Dean turns up a sly and lustful smile. "Come on, admit it. I am hot!"

Stiles rolls his eyes and walks away. Dean runs and chases after the young teen. "Hey, what did I say?" Dean has never ran after anyone who turned away from him, except Sam. But for some reason the young teen had a hold on him. Like if he let Stiles be mad at him his day would be ruined.

"My ex... my ex..." He couldn't get passed that part without tearing. He tries to regain his composure. Dean walks over and gives him a hug. Instinctively, he kisses Stiles on the head. Not that Stiles felt it, but it was weird for Dean. He was a ladies man, and now he is kissing another dude's head.

"Hey, it's fine. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."

"Thanks." Stiles whispers. Stiles lifts his head and wipes his tears away.

"Hey, is he okay, Dean?" Sam's husky voice interrupts the moment.

"Yeah. I think?" He looks at Stiles for verification.

"Yeah. Just a lot happened recently and I am trying to get over it."

"I know how you feel. I think that's why Isaac and I click. He understands my pain."Sam pauses. "Although, I do have Dean, sometimes having a larger family is great you know?" Sam looks at the ground. "Isaac, on the other hand, has no one. His father died by some monster thing, and his mother died of cancer. His older brother is MIA." Sam looks around and the mood changes. Everyone is in deep thought, taking what Sam has said about Isaac.

"We should invite him." Scott suggested.

"Invite who?" Stiles asks.

"Isaac. He's staying with us for the summer." Scott says.

"I can give him a call and we can pick him up. We really didn't get far." Stiles added.

"That's not a bad idea." Sam tries to contain his excitement. He gives a huge smile.

Allison and Stiles hang over the railing of the hotel. The other three men went to go get Isaac from his summer hell. Allison gives a sweet smile.

"I'm telling Scott that you are giving random smiles to his bro." Stiles jokes.

Allison leans in to kiss him on the cheek. "Tell him about that too."

Stiles eyes get wide. "What the... Allison, you tramp!" Stiles holds his heart as if he was dying. Fake shock across his face.

"Scott and I broke up." Allison says with a fake smile. She pretended that she was okay, but in reality she wasn't. She was falling apart.

"But y'all were lovey-dovey a while ago."

"To keep up the charade. So you didn't worry." Allison starts to sob. She wipes her tears away. "I was afraid you would pick Scott's side. Being that he is your best friend."

"Hey, at first I was jealous of you guys." Stiles walks to the steps.

"Why?" Allison tucks her hair behind her ear.

"I mean you two had each other. I had no one. No dates, or anything." Stiles sighs. "But I would never pick Scott's side because he's my bro, I pick the side that is right." Stiles extends his arms. "Come here. You are one of my best friends as well."

"So, how are you holding up?" Allison asks Stiles. "You almost broke down today." Stiles hoped no one would bring it up, but of course Allison would.

"I'm fine. Some days, easier than others." Stiles looks at the sky. A beautiful dark blue sky filled with stars. "I remember me and Derek used to look at the stars. We spent hours trying to count them." He chuckles. "I can say an epic fail every time."

"Sounds nice." Allison looks at the stars. "Peter chose Scott as his mate."

"What?! Scott's not gay nor bi."

"I know. But Peter threatened to kill everyone Scott loves if Scott is kept from him."

"What a psycho." Stiles rolls his eyes. He gets an idea. What is Dean and Sam can take him out? Then Scott could be happy with Allison. At least one person deserves happiness if it isn't him.

"But I have to say when Peter's around Scott, he's different, like actually calmer and nice." Allison makes a revelation. "Maybe Scott being his mate brings that out in him."

"That could be the reason Peter gave him the bite. Not because of some pack bullshit..." Stiles says.

"But he hoped Scott would understand werewolf mating better if he was a werewolf." Allison finishes.

"That would make sense." Stiles says. "I would give Scott time to figure out everything.

"But if he did that he would be killed, according to pack law. You can't turn a human without a proper cause." Allison says.

"Needing a pack is a proper cause," Stiles says. "Especially if you are a lone wolf."

"What ever his reason, Scott feels it too. He ignores it, but he does feel it." Allison wipes the tears away. "He says he loves me, but when Peter comes around it's like 'Allison who'?" Allison begins to cry. Her makeup is running and the humidity is making her hair frizzy. "I know he can't help it, but it doesn't hurt any less." Stiles says the last part with her. He knows the feeling. If him and Dean did hookup, and that's a huge IF, that doesn't mean missing Derek wouldn't hurt less.

"I know the feeling all too well."

"Dean has taken a liking to you."

"What do you mean?" Stiles fishes for a napkin in his pocket. He finds it and gives them to her. "Sorry, they're balled up."

"Dean would have killed people for going near let along breathing on that Impala." Allison says. "He would have never chased someone who walked away from him that isn't family, but he chased after you."

"He just met me."

"I talk about you and Scott a lot."

"Really?" Stiles asks. "What do you say?"

"Stiles!"

"I think it's time for me, us, to move on," Stile sighs. "The men we want are gone, and aren't coming back. At least not to us anyway."

"A drink would be nice right now." Allison gives Stiles a hug. "To moving on."

"To moving on."