Here we go! Chapter 4~ Still no beta reader. Still no AO3. If the spelling bothers you too much you can always volunteer to beta but I don't feel like going out of my way to find one.

Question: Are the characters too OOC? I am trying but it's hard to get them right in an AU fic.

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School was stupid. Stiles could prove this is in a billion ways. Lucky for him, he had all day before chem.

Morning was usual. Get up at an ungodly hour, make everyone breakfast, clean and make everyone's beds, get dressed and cleaned up for school, and go.

At around 4:30 he remembered that he never texted Derek. So he sent off a quick hey it's Stiles This is my number message.

Almost a minute later he got back

Thank you. Next time can you wait until morning to text me?

Shit.

Even after that hug, Stiles was going to die.

Since Stiles did have some time he felt the need to inform DH about his impending doom.

(4:38 am) SS signed on.

SS: Please tell me your awake.

(4:39 am)

DH: Why are so many people up so early.

SS: Who else is up this early?

DH: Just a friend.

SS: Well now it's two friends!

(4:40 am)

DH: Well one of them I may like a bit more than a friend.

Stiles had no idea why but DH's response struck a sour note in his stomach.

Maybe a slight idea. He couldn't deny that he liked DH as more than a friend. The idea of him being with someone else was almost painful. Even if he didn't know who this other friend was.

(4:41 am)

DH: So what happened to make you message me at this hour?

SS: Oh. I just upset my chem partner who I am sure will kill me.

DH: I don't think he will really kill you.

SS: Yea he will. I am sure of it. He is coming over to my house today.

DH: Well if anything happens tell me.

(4:42 am)

DH: I was thinking we should meet at the Halloween dance this weekend.

SS: Sorry I can't go.

DH: Really? No possible way of getting there?

SS: Nope. I have work and I can't get the night off.

Derek replied back quite soon. But Stiles couldn't answer. At that moment, Peter burst into the room.

"Stiles, I've scheduled our floors to get refinished today. I'm not going to be around because I'm taking Isaac and Erica shopping. I need someone here though, so you have to be here directly after school until 9. No questions asked."

And like that he was gone. Once he left Stiles checked to see what Derek said.

(4:43 am)

DH: Well if you end up going meet me at the fountain at 10:00.

DH: I think I may sleep now. Goodnight.

DH: Or good morning….

Stiles checked the clock. 4:47

DH was asleep.

So Stiles went about his morning chores. Finished and went to school. Before he knew it, last block came around.

He tried to walk slowly to the class but as soon as Scott saw him in the hall it was no longer an option.

"Bro! We need to talk options." Scott almost yelled. It was too easy to tell when he was exited.

"Options on what?" Stiles asked sounding completely uninterested. He really wasn't in the mood for entertaining another talk of how Scott can flirt with his new lab partner.

"On you going to the dance. I know how you can get off work." Scott had the stupidest smile on his face. Sometimes Stiles thought he was like a puppy that just wanted everyone to be happy. It was adorable when he did cheer someone up.

"I already asked everyone. Peter has got everyone who doesn't already have plans working." Stiles hated it but it was true. Peter was out to make Stiles life awful. "I was hoping to go but it I can't."

"That's not what the Stiles I know would say. The Stiles I know would go to the end of the earth doing what he wanted. Really, what happened to you bro?" Stiles didn't want to answer. He knew he could though and his best friend deserved to know.

Stiles stopped walking before he explained everything.

"I was accepted to the police school I applied for." Stiles knew he should be happy. But there was a part 2 to the story. "When I told Peter he laughed and basically told me that if I thought he would help me with any of it I was crazy. It's not worth going against anything Peter says if in the end I will be a low class nobody who works hard labor jobs for minimum wage no matter what." Stiles hadn't told anyone any of this. He knew it was too much to unload on Scott at one time. Somehow though, Scott just smiled.

"Well then, after you go to the dance I will just have to help you get enough scholarships and student loans to go to that school. If you thought I would give up just because Peter is a dick, you clearly don't understand my love for you." And with that Scott skipped off and dragged Stiles to chem before the bell rang.

Stiles got through chem with only a few scowls from Derek. Other than that though, he was happy. Derek even almost smiled at one of his obscure chemistry jokes.

When class ended Derek told stiles that he had to do something before he went to Stiles house and that he would be there around four.

All in all it was turning out to be a pretty good day.

On the way home Pandora decided to play Spice girls "wannabe" and of course, all three of them knew the lyrics.

Of course the song was stuck in his head and he spend the time he had before Derek came over listening to his Spice Girls collection while doing his chores. He finished cleaning and preparing dinner and still had a good 45 minutes before Derek was coming over, so he decided to bake.

After being covered in flour (a bag fell over and created a dust cloud directly next to him) he was almost done mixing the dry ingredients. "Wannabe" was playing again and he was of course singing along. He was using the whisk as a microphone before he noticed someone else was in the room.

Derek was standing there, leaning against the door. A smirk was plastered across his face.

"So are we going to work on chemistry or am I going to learn more about what you want, what you really really want?" Derek was trying to hold back laughter as he said.

Stiles face was completely red. It took a while before he could remember how to speak.

"How much did you see?" Stiles choked out in his embarrassment.

"Well It was a little bit before you went into the almost perfectly choreographed dance at 'slam your body down and wind it all around'" The smirk was even bigger now as he walked into the kitchen. "So how can I help?" Derek said as he poked at the cookie dough finished cookie dough with a spoon.

"Help me mold these into small balls and put them on a tray." Stiles muttered as he handed Derek a cookie tray. They both worked well, Derek making snide comments about how Stiles really was good at dancing and Stiles going into random tangents of explaining how it was Scott who started his small obsession with the Spice Girls.

Stiles started to notice how handsome Derek was. He had known the mysterious allure of Derek before. It was different seeing Derek smile and laugh as Stiles couldn't stop talking.

When the cookies were done, they worked on the Chemistry paper until both of them were hungry. Peter had come home hours before and the family (excluding Stiles) were eating.

"Since I ate almost half of your cookies, we should go eat. I'll pay." Derek suggested as they put away their chemistry work.

"You have found my one true weakness. I can't turn down food."

Stiles had no idea where Derek had in mind to eat but it really didn't matter. His car was amazing. It had heated seats and the sound system was crazy good. Before Stiles was done checking out all of the sound features the car had, they arrived.

Stiles had never seen the place before but it was a small and all outside. A small red building stood in the center of the lot. To the right was a small amount of parking and surrounding the building were picnic tables placed on a mixture of grass and grey stones. The area was light by lights coming off the building and Christmas lights strung across a white fence that only boarded the front. It wasn't crowded but there were only a few tables unused. A short line was formed in front of a small window that faced the tables.

"This place has the best food. I used to come here all the time." Derek said as he shut off the car.

They walked up to the window. Derek talked to the lady like they had known each other for years and ordered something while Stiles was too busy looking around. He got a bag of food and they walked to an empty table and sat down.

"So what did you get me?" Stiles asked as Derek handed him a box. He couldn't stop himself from bouncing and smiling at the free food he was getting.

"Since you said it was your favorite food earlier. I thought I should show you how they should be made." Stiles had no idea what Derek was talking about until he opened the box and looked inside. There was a heap of curly fries topped with everything Stiles loved. Stiles couldn't stop a girly screech from escaping him as he dug into the pile. He could hear Derek laugh as he shoved food into his mouth but he really could care less. It was the most amazing thing he had ever had.

"Dish ish te besht ting evr." Stiles said as curly fries fell out of his mouth. Derek wasn't smirking anymore, he was smiling. "what? What's so funny?" Stiles said as he wiped his face of the cheese that was obviously covering his face.

"You just remind me of someone." Derek said, piecing apart his fries.

"Who?"

"Someone I met online."

And that topic was over. Stiles understood. Derek reminded him of someone too.

Stiles had considered Derek being DH before, but he couldn't have been. The only similar things between them was that they both doing group projects in chem. He really knew nothing more about either of them. There were at least 20 people Stiles was sure DH could be before Derek.

Even if Stiles wanted DH to be Derek, he never got what he wanted.