Hey everybody,

Here is chapter 3...I'm sorry that its taken me two weeks to write this, I'm sorry that my story is so boring, and i'm sorry Derek has yet to appear. I just beg that you guys can me patient with me. It also doesn't help help that i'm as lazy as folk, and trying to write another couple of stories as well. Anyways thanks so much for the review and alerts and favs. I really apperciate that so thank you once again. Now please read, review, and enjoy.

Kai

Stiles jerked awake and groaned as he jerked a pillow over his head. It had been a couple of weeks since he had committed to going to Scott's wedding and his stomach still lurched uncomfortably at the thought of seeing Derek Hale. And he had yet again spent another night dreaming of things that had long since come to pass about Beacon Hills.

A soft knock sounded and he shot to a sitting position bring the sheets up around his chest as if he was trying to conceal for an unknown reason.

Stella poked her head through his bedroom door and smiled, "Just starting on breakfast, is there anything in particular you want. Pancakes? Waffles? Eggs?" She asked as she snickered at his shyness, which made him scowl.

"Eggs please…Scrambled…please." He muttered and looked down at his knees, where he had his arms linked around because they had somehow migrated up to his chest.

Stella nodded and her head vanished quickly behind the door. At this point he was use to having her around. They had met when he had been majoring in Economics and Business Strategies in college.

He had the best grades in his class and the company he worked for now, had picked him up as soon as he had graduated at the top of his class; from that point on Stiles felt that the company had been trying to breed him like he their champion show dog. Oh the irony of that.

He got out of bed quickly and headed for the shower. Even with water running he heard Stella in the kitchen clacking pots and pans together, while she made breakfast. His shower was over almost as quickly it had started. He quickly dressed in his normal business attire as he stepped into out of the bathroom. The smell of breakfast lured him quickly to the kitchen, where he was greet by Stella giving him a confused look.

"What?" He muttered as he waltzed closer to and looked down at the bright yellow eggs grilling in the frying pan.

"That's what you're going to wear? I mean you're going home, don't you have anything casual?" She muttered as she shrugged and looked down at the eggs.

"Well yeah, but…"He stammered.

"Hey, no buts! Get some jeans on that fine ass of yours so we can be on our way after breakfast." She said sternly as she pointed back towards his room with the wooden spoon she had been using to stir the eggs with.

Stiles emerged from his room once more and Stella gave him a satisfied nod. Stiles wore a pair long faded jeans that once had probably been dark, but had been through the wash so many times that they had faded to almost white. His shirt was just a plain grey v-neck that was covered with red and white plain over shirt.

It had been a while since he had worn something this casual anywhere, even at home. He shifted uncomfortable up and down on the balls of his feet as Stella smiled warmly.

"You look great. Why don't I see you in this more often?" She asked and Stiles just shrugged his shoulders at her.

"I don't know." He muttered as he grabbed a plate and began shoveling a large pile of eggs upon it. Then out of the blue he spoke up again, "I want to take the Porsche."

Stella chuckled but nodded. She figured they be taking the sports car. Good thing she decided packing light was the way to go. Stella loaded up the car, while Stiles finished his breakfast and finally an hour later they were ready to leave.

Stiles slipped into the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly and Stella gave him a confused look.

"I'm nervous." He mumbled in a low voice at the dash board.

Stella sighed before she spoke," It's going to be fine. I promise you." Stella whispered reassuringly, "I won't let you fall."

I looked over at her and nodded my head as I through the Porsche gear shift into reverse and back out of the parking lot of the apartment building. It would take them a good couple of hours, but it would feel like a short time spent in the car with the way Stiles drove.

Stella looked every which way as they pulled into the small city of Beacon Hills. She had heard Stiles talk about it a lot, but she had never thought she was actually ever going to see it. As they drove through the city main street people stepped out of their small stores to watch them pass. They didn't seem all that keen with new arrivals. It made Stella stomach turn uneasily.

She broke her gaze from the scenery and turned to Stiles who was gripping the steering wheel even tighter, which at one point Stella would have believed impossible. She didn't anymore.

"People seem friendly." She said brightly and she watched a small smile spread across Stiles face.

"Yeah, and just wait till you actually get to meet them." He chuckled and Stella reached over and punched him playfully in the arm. Stiles flinched, but went back to smiling as he turned up a narrow gravel driveway that had a mail box that said Stilinski paint across the side.

"Did you tell your dad you were coming?" Stella asked as Stiles stopped the car and through the gearshift into park.

"Yeah." He said as pulled the key out of the ignition and hurried out of the car and rushed up to the porch. Stella watched him hesitate for a moment before he rapped his fist upon the door. Stella climbed out of the car, watching carefully as the door swung open and the man she assumed to be Stiles father reach out and wrap his arms around his son pulling him close. Stiles quickly wrapped his own arms around his father and buried his head into his neck.

Stella smile widened as she began to wave and approach the porch. This was exactly like how a reunion should be.