A/N; So here I am, with another chapter. In the same night. Sorry, not sorry. I already had the first two chapters typed, so if anyone does read this (fat chance lol), why keep them waiting if I have the story? Anyway... Byee, xx
Again, unless it's a character I made (I'll say at the start if it is), nothingbelongs to me. If it did, Scisaac and Sterek would be endgame, and there would definitely be waaaaaay more than six seasons, but I'm rambling now, so I'm gonna stop typing.
"Thank you." Derek said as a waiter placed the last of the five plates on the table. They had gotten a big bowl of chips to share, Stiles got his chicken parmy, Isaac got the barra and some potato fritters, Derek go a steak and salad, and Scott got his mexican burger. Isaac looked at the huge piles of food, and picked a chip up, eating it awkwardly. "So, how's your burger, Scott?" Derek teased, and Scott rolled his eyes, picking it up and taking a huge bite of his buger, chewing it cockily and smirking when he felt no heat at all. "See? It's not evem that bad." He said, and continued to chew. Not long after, his eyes widened, and Stiles and Derek were in hysterics. Isaac was trying to help Scott as he gulped down his drink, a tear sliding down his cheek from the burning on his tongue. Then Isaac had an idea. He had eaten chilli before, he knew the burn and he didn't mind it that much. Isaac grabbed one of Scott's tightly clenched hands, and started drawing pain from him, feeling the farmilliar burn of spice on his tongue. "Next time, don't order the chilli." He said, and Scott smiled, embarrassed. "How are yo still taking it?" Stiles asked, looking over from gazing at Derek. "I- My mom was from Thailand. She put chilli in almost everything she cooked. Sometimes even desserts." He said, and Scott kissed him, knowing that talking about his family was really hard. Isaac smiled appreciaively, and Derek grabbed Stiles's hand under the table.
The group had finished their food, and were walking through a bunch of back alleys, Derek was taking them to a new club they hadn't been to, and he was paying for them to get in. "In here." Derek said, ducking under a fence and walking into a shady parking lot. "Are you ure Der? This place looks pretty shifty..." Stiles said, nervously, but followed Derek in anyway. Scott and Isaac shared a look of apprehension, before following after the other two, preffering to be anywhere with them than where they were alone. "Wait up!' Scott called as he held Isaac's hand, crawling under the barb wire and cursing when he cut him arm, even though it would heal in a few seconds. "Isaac, Scott, hurry up! This place is actually awesome!" Stiles said, and the only reason the boys could hear it is because of their supernatural hearing abilities. The boys broke into a fast jog, racing each other to see who could get there first. "I win." Isaac said, and Scott jogged up beside him, smiling and stealing a kiss as they walked into the strobing club.
Isaac sat at the bar, a whiskey in one hand, Scott's hand linked with the other. "Babe, go dance. I can tell you aren't having fun sitting here with me." He said to his stubborn boyfriend, who refused to leave his side after what happened last time they were at a club. Scott shook his head defiantly, and Isaac sighed heavily, gulping down the last of his drink and standing up, pulling Scott with him. "Come on, ya stubborn little turd." He joked, and Scott smiled, pleased to see Isaac letting go a and having a little fun. Isaac lead Scott out onto the crowded dance floor, and they took each others hands, neither sure on how to start. "So, um, wanna just copy the other guys?" Scott asked, looking around at the other guys, who had given them a little circle of space, and were watching them encouragingly. Isaac nodded, and Scott put his hands on Isaac's hips, crushing their bodies together as the other men started dancing again. Isaac brushed his lips over the skin on Scott's neck, and out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Stiles and Derek, making out against a wall at the edge of the club. Scott kissed Isaac tenderly on the lips, tasting the whiskey and debating whether he liked it or not. "Shit! What time is it?" Scott hissed under his breath, and he fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket, squinting at the bright light when he finally managed to. "What? Scott what happened?" Isaac asked, and a tear fell from Scott's eye. Isaac lead Scott over to Derek, who had taken his tongue out of Stiles's throat and was now looking over worriedly. "Derek, we need to get out of here." Isaac said, and Derek nodded, holding Stiles close to him as they left the club.