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I sat in Indian style on top of a big white blanket that lay on the ground of a neighborhood park. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining brightly; the sky was a nice light blue color. The birds were chirping, the trees were moving in the breeze. Kids were playing, the adults were reading books or chitchatting and the ducks were swimming in the big pond that sat in the middle of the park.

I was accompanied by Scott and his wife. Allison thought it was a great day for a picnic. So that's what we were doing, having a picnic in the park on a lovely Sunday afternoon.

Scott was next to me, lying on his back with his eyes close and Allison was standing by a nearby table retrieving items out of her duffel bag.

Scott and I were dressed in comfortable wear, cargo shorts and t-shirts and Allison was wearing blue jean shorts and a white and red checkered shirt with her long, dark brown hair in pigtails. She looked like a country girl.


"I see your wife went all out for this." I said, looking her outfit over.

"Doesn't she always?" Scott joked through closed eyes, enjoying the tranquility of the park.

"Here is your salad Stiles." Allison voiced, as she came over and handed me a plastic container consisting of lettuce, croutons, sweet tomatoes, shredded carrots and some dressing.

I looked the package over in disbelief as she headed back over to the table.

"Who eats a salad on a picnic?" I argued.

Scott reopened his eyes, glancing at my meal.

"Sorry man, Allison has been on a health craze ever since her dad had that health scare last year." He replied, sitting up from his current position.

"Could we please not mention my dad's heart attack; I'm just now starting to get over it." Allison stressed, as she pulled out more contents from her bag.

"Sorry Babe, we won't bring it up anymore." Scott promised, getting up from his spot and heading over to her.

"Got anything sweet in that bag of yours?" He asked, giving her back a soothing rub.

"Sure do." She replied, handing him a fruit cup.

A frown came over Scott's face.

"Really Al?" He whined.

"It's better for you; you'll learn to love it." She said giving his cheek a kiss.

"So stiles, I heard your date went well, maybe we can go on a double date sometime?" Allison said hopeful, as she took a seat on the blanket.

My eyes widened in panic at the very thought.

Scott took a spot right next to her.

"Al, babe, they just met." He replied seeing my anxiety on the subject.

"Okay fine. At least tells us about your date." She insisted.

"It went really well. He's very sweet and cute and I wasn't expecting to like him because it was set up but he's great." I confessed.

"Aww, see love is in the air." Allison gushed happily.

"That's great man." Scott said, patting my shoulder.

"Oh, I forgot my camera. I'll be right back." Allison voiced, as she got up heading to her car.


I waited till Allison was out of view and hearing distance before turning my attention back to Scott.

"I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"A little bit."

"Shit, what am I going to do? If I go out with him again, he is still the cousin of my boss's wife. The wife of the guy I'm screwing. Ugh, and if I turn him down, he won't understand why." I complained, rubbing my temples in stress.

"Why turn him down? He sounds great. It's not like you and Derek are anything or going to be sexual again, right?" Scott replied.

I didn't answer him; instead I brought my hands down to my lap and I glanced down at the leafy lunch that sat on front of me.

Right? He repeated, noticing my lack of a reply.

Stiles?!

"I don't know man! I want to say no it's not going to happen again for Isaac sake but Derek is...irresistible and one of the best fucks of my life. When we are together…" I paused, making gestures with my hands in frustration, trying to get my point across.

"It's like we connect on another level. I can't explain it." I admitted.

"I can, it's called horny loneliness." Scott retorted.

"Thanks man, I feel so much better now." I replied sarcastically.

"Okay I found it. Now, what did I miss?" Allison asked, glancing back and forth between the two of us.

I took a mouthful of my salad when her eyes landed on me.

"Mmm, great salad."


"Shit, Shit, shit." I said under my breath as I tapped my fingers on the side of my stirring wheel.

"Come on, let's go!" I voiced out loud in my car as I hooked my horn.

I forgot to set my alarm clock Sunday night and I was officially late for work and there was a traffic jam on the route to the office. It was not the best beginning for a Monday morning.

I didn't even wait for the elevator as I rushed into the large building; I opened the door to the staircase and jogged up five flights of stairs thinking it was faster than waiting for the elevator. Me and my genius ideas.

"Holy shit." I panted out, as I opened the door to the fifth floor.

I leaned forward wheezing and coughing a bit, feeling short of breath.

"Oh, (gasp) I'm out of shape. (Gasp) I got to start working out (gasp)." I voiced, as I placed a hand on my rapid heartbeat trying to calm my breathing.

I took a few deep breaths and wiped my now sweating forehead. I then brought my hand up to my face glancing at my wrist watch.

"Shit, forty five minutes late. Ok, get your shit together Stiles." I said, giving myself a pap talk before opening the main door to the office and walking inside.


I walked quickly to my cubicle, noticing I was the last to arrive and everyone else was busy working.

I reached the entrance of my office only to be stopped in my tracks by the sight before me.

Mr. Hale was in my cubicle, sitting on the edge of my desk. Clearly, he had been waiting for me. Who knows for how long?

I'm fucked!

He was wearing the usual stern look on his face. He looked me over for a moment taking in my hurried appearance.

My dress shirt was surely wrinkled and a bit sweaty from my stair climb, my tie was crooked, my forehead was still sporting some perspiration and my cheeks were flushed with color from my labored hike up the steps.

I was just about to apology for being late when he glanced down at a card in hand.

I eyed it curiously as he started to read it out loud.

"Thanks for the great time. Isaac." Derek voiced a bit irritated, before tossing the card to the side of my desk.

It was at that moment I noticed the flowers that sat on the far end of my desk, daisies to be exact. I could feel my mouth start to upturn into a smile. I quickly bite my lip to keep from smiling seeing Derek's annoyance.

"Sounds like the date went well." He said, casually with an unreadable face.

His face was blank but his body language was a different story. Derek form was tense, statue-like. He was clearly uncomfortable about something or maybe he was just trying to keep his angry in check with me being late to work.

"It was nice." I said, as I set my work-bag down next to my desk.

I watched on edge as Derek moved off my desk and stood in front of me.

"Oh, and one more thing, Your late. Don't let it happen again." Derek voiced coldly, piercing me with his icy stare.

I gulped nervously and stepped to the side, letting him pass by in the close quarters.

"Sorry sir, traffic was crazy."

Derek paused in his spot and turned to face me. The cold look never left his face.

"Stiles, no excuses. Now get to work." He voiced before heading to his office, shutting the door behind him.

Oh fuck, he's really pissed.

Stupid alarm clock!


I took my seat and grabbed the card Isaac sent, rereading it. I smiled at the sweet sentiment and brought the flowers to my nose taking a whiff of the sweet scent.

As if on cue, my phone went off notifying me I had a text from Isaac. He must have gotten my number from Lydia, who got it from Scott or Allison.

Isaac: Did you get my flowers?

Me: I thought they were my flowers?

Isaac: lol.

Me: Yes, they are very sweet, thank you.

Isaac: I hope they weren't too much?

Me: Daises too much? Never.

Isaac: I went with daises because I thought roses were too romantic and predictable.

Me: Wow, you put a lot of thought into this. I'm flattered.

Isaac: I tried, plus daises are my favorite flowers. They are very underrated.

Me: I'll try to remember that. I hate to cut this short up I have to get to work. I was late to work today and the boss is pretty mad at me.

Isaac: Ok, well tell Derek I said hi and to take it easy on ya.

Me: lol, I will.