note: This was a bit shorter than I wanted it to be but it seemed like a good place to stop. The next chapter will be back to Derek's pov. Thanks to everyone who has been reading, I love you guys.
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A week later Stiles was still not over his mortification of actually attempting to have a conversation with Derek Hale and Scott had become Moon Fever's number one fan. He bought their album and he and Allison listened to it constantly. He even had Isaac's number.

"Dude," Stiles said, looking up from his math homework to shoot a glare at Scott, whose phone had just vibrated across the table for the fifth time in two minutes. "Are you going to study at all or text your boyfriend all day?"

Scott grabbed the phone, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he attempted to scowl at his best friend. "He's not... I'm not even... we're just talking!"

The amount of denial in his voice was astounding. Stiles had known his friend could be obtuse, but this was impressive even for him.

"Oh please, you and Allison are completely gaga over this guy, it's pathetic." He tapped his pencil against his book a few times, scrunching up his nose. "And weird."

"He's a cool guy," Scott replied weakly.

"A cool guy who wants your junk."

Scott gaped at him. "Stiles, that's not, I'm not even... I don't even like guys."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Just because you don't doesn't mean he doesn't. And anyways, you could have fooled me. Have you even talked to Allison today, or are you so wrapped up in your new boy toy that you forgot you have a girlfriend?"

Scott continued his gaping and Stiles thought he looked a bit like the fish his dad had gotten him once. (It had died within a week as neither the Stilinski men could manage to remember to feed it.)

"I talked to her this morning," he said, playing with his phone like he wanted to check his still unread message but didn't want Stiles to make fun of him for it.

"Oh just look at it already."

Scott had slid the phone open and was typing out a reply text before Stiles even had time to roll his eyes again.

"Isaac says he'll be at the bar tonight to watch us play," Scott said after he finished sending his message and Stiles could see that he was forcing down a grin.

"Well hopefully he doesn't think we suck when he's actually sober," Stiles said, liberally highlighting a passage in his textbook. They weren't supposed to write in the books, of course, but they were seniors this year and, well, Stiles really liked to highlight things.

"C'mon man, this is awesome, if it gets out that a member of Moon Fever likes our music, that could really get us a following."

Stiles chewed on the end of his highlighter, not wanting to admit that Scott was right but also not wanting to dismiss the possibility. They had half a year before they'd all be shipping off to college (Stiles and Scott were both attending a liberal arts school a few towns over) and starting as a member of semi-successful band was at the top of Stiles' social wish list. There was no way he wanted college to be a repeat of high school. He refused to be the dateless and uncool nerd that he'd been since he'd been old enough to embarrass himself in front of every girl in his grade by using the wrong bathroom. He'd been eight but he'd never been able to live it down. Not that he was anywhere near the bottom of the totem pole like he used to be. Lydia Martin joining your band can do wonders for your image. But he was about ready to leave behind his awkward-sheriff's-son image.

"Is it just going to be Isaac or is the rest of the band coming?" Stiles asked finally.

Now Scott did grin. "Why, want to know if Derek is going to be there? Need to know if you should wear your tight jeans or not?"

It was Stiles' turn to gape at his friend. "I... what? It was just a question!"

"Yeah right, I've seen your internet history."

"Dude! Not cool. A man's internet history is a private matter."

Scott just continued his stupid grinning, which wasn't fair because he looked like a damn puppy when he did that and couldn't he at least have the decency to pretend to be ashamed?

"Whatever, you've still viewed his Wikipedia page about a hundred times since last Friday."

"Am I not allowed to admire the sheer beauty that is Derek Hale? It's not my fault he is clearly an angel walking on Earth, how else do you explain those perfect teeth and tight ass?"

"You have got it bad."

Stiles threw the highlighter at him. "You're one to talk."

Derek wasn't at the show. Stiles knew he should have been relieved, especially since he'd made an idiot out of himself the last time he saw the guy, but he couldn't help the sinking feeling in his stomach. A sinking feeling that was only made worse by the fact that the rest of Moon Fever had shown up, sitting at a table close to the stage and throwing them thumbs up and words of encouragement while they set up their equipment. Allison and Jackson had slid into the seats next to them and for once it looked like Charismatic Criminal actually had a fan base, albeit a small one.

Stiles tried not to let the fact that Derek wasn't there bother him. They'd just finished up their tour two days ago. It was impressive that any of them had come. Although he got the feeling that Isaac would have left mid-concert to come watch Scott play. But Derek probably had a lot of other stuff to do.

Or he didn't want to see him. Them. The band. He didn't want to see the band.

But he said we were good...

Stiles took the liberty of knocking himself in the head with his own drumstick. He was being ridiculous.

Lydia arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him he just shrugged and grinned at her. He was not going to let thoughts of Derek Hale distract him from putting on a perfectly good show. Who cares if he didn't like their music? They were good, and the rest of Moon Fever was there, so he really had nothing to complain about. They would play, they would rock, and maybe even a few people would like their Facebook page.

They started out with a song that Scott had written for Allison, a kind of mushy declaration of love mixed with a fair amount of growling that even Stiles had to admit was a bit of a turn on. And he was not attracted to Scott in that way, like, at all. Not even a little bit. It was hard to be sexually attracted to someone you'd seen piss in a sandbox when you were four.

The loud clapping and cheering from their friends seemed to attract the attention of several other bar patrons and for once Stiles felt like they had a real audience. Who fucking cared if Derek Hale with his perfect jaw line and dark hair wasn't there? He was on top of the world.

It became a weekly thing. Charismatic Criminal played their usual half hour gig and Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Allison, and Jackson always grabbed a table close to the front to sing along and applaud them. As a result more people started to show up for their shows, most just to see if they could get autographs from the Moon Fever members, but they stayed to listen even after they'd gotten their coveted pieces of signed paper back. Derek never showed up but Stiles tried not to think about it. He was over him. There were plenty of other outrageously hot men in the sea.

Which was what he was telling himself while he flipped through the Moon Fever photo gallery on their site and stared longingly at the asshole bassist and his, well, ass.

It was during one of his Derek-stalking sessions (even he was having a hard time calling them anything else) when Scott called, the sound of Blink 182's "Dick Lips" coming from his phone as it vibrated across the desk. He closed the Moon Fever tab instinctively, as if Scott would know what he was doing through the phone, and then answered.

"Hey man-" he started but he was immediately cut off by Scott's loud babbling.

"Dude, DUDE! You will never believe this!"

Stiles held the phone from his ear to save his hearing from his friend's screaming.

"Wha-"

"MOON FEVER WANTS US TO GO ON TOUR WITH THEM!"

Even holding the phone away from his head his ears still rang. He cursed Scott's volume until the words he'd said actually sank in. Moon Fever... tour...

"WHAT!? YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING WITH ME SCOTT MCCALL I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE DICK IF YOU ARE."

"I AM NOT FUCKING WITH YOU ISAAC ASKED AND HAD IT ARRANGED AND WE CAN TOTALLY JOIN THEM FOR THEIR SUMMER TOUR THIS YEAR."

"HOLY FUCK!" Stiles flailed so hard in his desk chair that it spun suddenly and dumped him onto the floor with a loud thump. "I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!"

Scott was still screaming in his ear when the bedroom door swung open, the Sheriff looking alarmed on the other side of it.

"What in the hell is going on up here?"

Stiles whipped around, wide-eyed, to look at his father who in turn was looking down at his son as if he wasn't actually sure he wanted to know the answer to the question.

"Moon Fever wants our band to tour with them!" he cried, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst from his chest.

His father raised his brows in a mix of confusion and shock. "I-"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT A BIG DEAL THIS IS?" Stiles cried, interrupting whatever he had been about to say, Scott rallying behind him though the phone with yells of "Yeah!" and "This is the best thing that has ever happened to me!"

The sheriff scrubbed his hand over his face, looking at his son through his fingers. "We'll talk about this at dinner."

Stiles just waved his hand at him, still sitting in a pile on the floor while listening to Scott who was now going on about tour dates and getting a bus, and "We'll be playing on a real stage with a real audience holy fuck!"

"Dude I'm coming over, have you called Lydia yet?"

"Yeah, she's with me, we're in the garage."

"Be there in five."