I do not own Teen Wolf or anything. The story is Un-Beta'd, but I'm doing my best!

The week went by quickly, and soon Lydia, Stiles, and Scott had invited all the people they could think of, which was anyone between the ages of 18 and 25. Then Kira said that she had friends she wanted to invite as well, as long as it was okay. When asked, Lydia simply gave a smile that could mean sure-no-problem but also could mean you-are-so-gonna-regret-this. Stiles was pretty good at reading people, but this was a smile that always screwed him over, because when he thought he was in trouble, he wasn't, and when he thought he wasn't; well, needless to say, hell hath no fury like Lydia scorned.

The party was planned to be a weekend party, lasting from Friday night to Sunday morning. "If we are going to throw a party, we gotta do it right," she said simply while stuffing a bag of chips in Stiles hands.

"Yeah but all weekend?" He asked and Lydia nodded as if it were obvious.

"Trust me, we all need it," she answered patting his shoulder and Stiles followed her to continue shopping.

It was a rather long drive out to the lake house and all of them had work off that weekend, and Stiles had to admit, he was actually looking forward to having fun. No one threw parties like Lydia, and she didn't ask much about Kira except for teasing Scott about grabbing her melon. "Did she slap you?" Scott had given Stiles a dirty look, but his friend couldn't keep from cackling.

It wasn't long before Stiles was sitting on Scott's bed as he got ready. "So what do you think?" Scott showed him his outfit. He was wearing a red V neck shirt and dark blue jeans that looked newer, nothing really fancy but it was a good choice. Stiles nodded his head and then thrust out his hand, shrugging his shoulders and dropping it dramatically.

"Dude, I don't know, just cuz you have a gay best friend doesn't mean I will dress you any better, I mean look at me Scott, do I really look like I care how I'm dressed," he asked and Scott laughed and looked in the mirror as he touched up his hair. "You preen more than I do, you preen more than Lydia," Stiles said, and he laid back on Scott's bed and fiddling with the lacrosse ball left over from their high school glory days. "Alright, so you're picking up Kira, right? I don't have to be your chauffer?" He asked and Scott nodded.

"Right, I mean…that's the plan, sort of," Scott looked in the mirror and Stiles sat up in bed and stared at his friend. Scott nervously played with the hem of his shirt. "She's actually coming to pick me up."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Stiles threw back his head, grabbing his hair. "What?! You're kidding me, dude this is seriously the time for me to de-ball you."

"What?! There is nothing wrong with it, I mean, she said her parents don't want her on a motorcycle, so she offered to pick me up, no big," he still twisted the hem of his shirt as he talked. Stiles groaned and turned away, before he turned back and wagged a finger at Scott.

"Alright man, but if you don't get laid this weekend," he brought up his hand as if he could say no more, but of course, with Stiles, he could always say more. "Just don't say I didn't warn you. Instead of being the sexless guy who still lives with his mom, you coulda been the badass biker boy with the cool leather and the fuck-the-parents attitu- wait don't fuck the parents, that's awkward and Scott McCall, that is never an option for you, okay buddy," Stiles had walked over to Scott and slapped his shoulders and Scott gave a laugh as he stared at the mirror with a smile. "My little guy," Stiles said playfully hitting his cheek.

DING-DONG!

"It's for me!" Scott shouted and he rushed downstairs, Stiles following him with a bemused smile on his face, wondering who this Kira person was. Scott swung open the door and standing there shy and timid was this tiny Asian girl with long silky black hair and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. She was wearing a plaid dress with fishnet stockings and black lace up boots.

Stiles smiled as he watched as the two stood and awkwardly stared at one another, both smiling.

"Hey," Scott finally said, looking, as usual, as if he were about to get down on one knee and propose to the girl then and there. Stiles had to admit, Scott had a certain charm of how he looked at people, like they were the best person in the world.

"Hi," the girl smiled, and toyed with her dress. "Am I late, or early?"

Scott gave an awkward laugh and brought his hands together, shaking his head. "Yeah, I mean uh, no, you're, you're right on time," he replied and Stiles flushed a bit with a strong case of secondhand embarrassment but Kira was giggling. Not in an obnoxious way either, she seemed truly flustered at Scott and nervous as well.

They were just adorkable.

He had to stop it.

"Hey!" He waved from the top of the stairs and Kira averted her eyes from Scott and looked up at Stiles as he descended the stairs and pushed out his hand. "Kira right?" He asked and Kira nodded taking his hand. "Stiles, good to meet you, I'm not riding along with you two kids, but I'll see you at the party, don't have too much fun till ya get there." Stiles gave a wink and pat Scott shoulder as he left. He could practically feel the burn of Scott's internal or maybe external glare. He couldn't help but smirk as he got into his Jeep and waved as he drove off.

Stiles enjoyed the relaxing trip, the trees, and he decided that almost everything about Beacon Hills he genuinely liked. The weather was nice; it was never too hot or too cold. Okay, maybe it was too hot sometimes, and his 5'10 pale gangly self couldn't handle it, but he didn't mind heat so much. Cold is what got him, he hated the cold.

He wondered what kind of friends Kira had. Probably nice ones; maybe shy people like her. Maybe they were nerds; Kira seemed like the type of girl that would be nerdy and or like nerds. She seemed to like Scott anyway, and he was the biggest nerd that Stiles knew. Lydia would argue that of the two of them Stiles was the nerd, however right she may be, Stiles maintained that it was due to Scott dragging him down into his nerddom that he was any type of nerdy. He imagined Kira's friends as pleasant folks who liked a good party and were probably as sweet as sugar like Kira seemed to be.

He was also really happy for Scott. Finally finding someone to be as dopey as he was must have been hard. Yet it seemed he succeeded. He liked her already, and he'd barely spoken to her. Still, Stiles thought as he gripped the wheel, should she turn out to screw his best friend over, he would show no mercy in passively aggressively hating her.

When he arrived he already saw the party was going. Once again, no one threw a party like Lydia. He entered and searched for her, and saw her dancing with a guy that she'd recently been hanging out with. Some guy named Aiden. Or was it Ethan. Apparently they were twins and Stiles really couldn't remember which was which, but he knew one thing. One of them swung for his team, so maybe he should know the difference. Then again, he thought he heard that Danny and one of the twins were dating.

He did kinda missed Jackson, even though he was a dick. A rich dick with serious attitude problem, but Lydia loved him. They had broken up a long time ago when Jackson and his parents left for the UK.

As soon as Lydia spotted him she excused herself from her dance partner and gazed toward him, with a look that was equal parts threatening and beautiful. She sashayed over to where he was awkwardly standing and grabbed a drink. "Lydia, you truly throw the greatest parties, and I owe you everything," he said swooping down and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Lydia gave a wry laugh and grabbed his arm.

"Where is the reason we're throwing this party?" She asked and Stiles shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink, cringing a bit at the taste. Was this vodka? Probably. He took another drink before answering.

"They should be here soon, Kira seems really nice, of course I didn't get much talking in with them awkwardly staring at each other," he replied and Lydia gave a small smile and Stiles looked over the party seeing all of the dancing couples. The twin Lydia was dancing with was eyeing him with a scowl.

"Hey," Lydia took his hand and lightly grabbed him on the shoulder to make her look down at him. "Don't worry, Stilinski, your time will come," Stiles wanted to tell her he wasn't really interested in meeting someone, when she interrupted, "you know Ethan and Danny broke up, you could try your luck with one of them."

"Lydia, I'm single not desperate, don't get me wrong, Danny is an attractive man, but not my type."

"And what about Ethan, is he your type?" Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked over at Aiden, and gave a sweep of her eyes over his body and sent a pointed look at Stiles.

"Look it's not like…just cuz I'm ya know, uh I like guys, doesn't mean I'm attracted to every guy I see, I'm not searching for just anyone, I mean I'm not exactly looking to be celibate, but I just haven't met anyone," he said and she shrugged her shoulders, and swept back her strawberry blonde hair.

"Ok, Mr. Picky, what is your type?" She asked as Stiles lifted his cup to his lips.

"I don't know I'll tell you when I see him," he mumbled and started to take a drink as he scanned the crowd once more and saw the door open. Suddenly his eyes widened and his mouth fell open; the liquid fell back into his cup and dripped down his chin.

It looked like something out of a movie, the door opened and an entourage came in, like they were the stars of the party. Stiles, was not, however, looking at the group, as his eyes were glued to the first person who walked in the door, the guy at the very front. To be honest, Stiles was not one who would ever consider himself very shallow, although he had his moments. He was rather picky, but there wasn't anything he did not like about this guy, who was possibly not even real and/or a famous person, because how?

He was tall, probably a little taller than him, with broad shoulders that were clad in what looked to be an expensive leather jacket over a dark blue Henley shirt that hugged his fit stomach. Stiles silently thanked whoever made Henley shirts. He face was impeccably chiseled, like a marble statue, with a strong jawline that was covered in dark scruff. The hair on his head was thick and dark hair, and definitely running fingers through worthy, as well as styled immaculately to look both relaxed and flawless.

Stiles had seen a lot of cute guys in his time, but this guy was…well, he was not cute, he was gorgeous. How-does-one-even-get-that-way gorgeous! He nearly dropped his cup as he grasped at Lydia who was not looking at the gorgeous human that had entered her party.

"Ow, Stiles, what?" She asked and turned around to see why he was grabbing her and as she did she spotted the group and Stiles looked at her, his light brown eyes wide.

"Lydia, I found him." he said and Lydia gave a small smirk and pushed his chest as she stepped in front of him.

"Whoa tiger, slow down, we don't know what he prefers, after all, he could like someone…I don't know, with green eyes and strawberry blonde hair and breasts," she was a little breathless as she stared, and Stiles looked down at Lydia noting she was obviously just as bothered as he was.

"Or both," he said and Lydia cast him a look and a smirk.

"Well, if that is the case, we'll just have to see then, won't we," she winked and then her mouth went into an o fashion. "And I think I know someone who might be able to introduce us," she said and redirected his eyes toward the entourage where Stiles saw Hot Guy and he was with Scott, Kira. These were Kira's friends?! Did she only hang out with models? Hot Guy was not the only attractive guy in the group, for there was another very handsome guy wearing a scarf of all things, and a beautiful woman with brown hair who was sticking close to Hot Guy.

Scott suddenly met Stiles gaze and took Kiras hand, looking absolutely sappy as he talked to Kira along the way, whose eyes were solely on Scott. They pushed through the crowd, still managing to ogle each other the whole way. So much so she almost fell and Scott had to grab her to keep her from falling.

Stiles and Lydia straightened as they approached. Scott let go of Kira's hand when they arrived and gave Lydia a hug, muttering a thank you in her ear, and then hugged Stiles as well before turning back to Kira who was basically bouncing on her toes.

"Lydia, this is," Scott turned to Kira with a big smile on his face. "Kira, and Kira this is Lydia, she's hosting this party." He said and Kira thrust out her hand so excitedly that Lydia was actually surprised but took it anyway, only to have her arm nearly yanked off by the nervous girl.

"Sorry, this is just…the first party I've ever been to, and it's…wow, sorry, uh," Kira stumbled over her words, her eyes casting down. She looked genuinely embarrassed, and Lydia took her hand and brought her a little closer, a small smile on her face.

"It's alright, sweetie, everyone gets excited for my parties, and it's good to meet you, your name is Kira…" She trailed off and Kira gave a small laugh.

"Oh, Yukimura."

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