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A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with another update on this wonderful weekend! I'm only saying it's wonderful because it is a weekend. Otherwise there would be no wonder, and we certainly wouldn't be full of it. Anyways, I decided to make this a long chapter! Yay! What madness will happen at the Beacon Hills Homecoming!? So saving some of my ranting for the end, please READ, REVIEW, FAVORITE, and ENJOY! Here's chapter 8:


"Okay, I just texted Derek," Lydia said. "He keeps apologizing for taking you out of the stadium. I don't know why he thinks I'm mad though."

"I might have said that you dragged me to the game at gunpoint," Stiles shrugged. "He seemed to be a little bit scared when I said that you carried a pistol in your purse for safety reasons. I even said that you shot someone once."

"STILES!" Lydia shouted. "You totally didn't!"

"Uh, yeah I did," he returned. "Consider us even now. But you shouldn't be too worried. He's been pepper sprayed before by Erica. I think he's learned his lesson about sneaking up on girls when they're alone."

"What about guys?"

"Not so much."

Lydia removed a bottle of nail polish from one of her various makeup kits and held it up. She closely examined the bottle, and then glanced over at the dress on the bed. Then her eyes gaze shifted over towards the shawl. She looked back towards the bottle before she spoke up.

"Should my polish match my shawl or my dress?" she asked politely.

"Go with the dress," Stiles responded. "We both know when you get there, you'll turn your shawl in at the coat check."

"Speaking of colors," Lydia said. "Derek's going to be wearing black."

"He'll stop wearing black when they invent a darker color…"

"Yeah but it's not possible to turn his creepy uncle's soul into a color," Lydia remarked.

"Creepy uncle?" Stiles was confused. This was the first he had heard of any of Derek's relatives.

"Yeah," Lydia explained. "I ran into him once…and the second he tried to make any kind of contact with me, I dropped his ass on the pavement. It was a dynamic duo of pepper spray and a nut-punch. Anyways, Derek lives with his uncle. His parents died when he was younger."

"Oh…"

"Don't bring it up when you're around him, okay? I don't think that would be a way to make a good impression or make him happy," she continued. "I mean, how bad would it be if you just went: 'So Derek, I heard your parents are dead!' because that would just suck if you actually said that."

"I get it," Stiles moaned. "But as for colors, I'm wearing a white shirt with a black tie. I'm not trying to match anyone. Besides, it would look awfully creepy if I showed up matching Derek when he didn't even tell me what he was wearing. Not to mention, didn't you say that people were talking about Derek not asking someone to the dance because he was too shy?"

"You're so oblivious sometimes. It makes me want to smack you in the face with a paddle that says REALITY on it. I think it would help you," Lydia sassed. "Now seriously though…would you at least think about it? Come up with a clever excuse like you always do! If not, then I'll tell him to wear a white tie. You guys could be like Yin and Yang! The symbol for Yin and Yang kind of reminds me of…"

"AND on that note I think I'll leave…"

"Good," Lydia smiled. "Allison's coming over so we can do makeup and hair for tonight. We have a lot of work to do and so little time to do it!"

"…you've got 8 hours…how is that only a little bit of time?"

"God, you're such a boy," she sighed. "Doesn't matter if you give us 30 minutes or 30 days…a girl will spend every single second of that amount of time she has to get ready. I thought I taught you better...you disappoint me Sties!"

"You're psychotic," Stiles teased.

"Only when I want to be," Lydia laughed back. "You're going to swing by for pictures tonight, right?"

"What time should I be here?"

"Around 7 o'clock. And Scott will be here…so do you think you could make up with him before tonight?"

"I don't know…" Stiles said with a heavy heart. "Lydia…knowing that he would rather be at Allison's house than help his best friend…he just pushes me to the sidelines now…"

"But you know he cares," Lydia pointed out. "Otherwise he wouldn't pester Allison so much to ask me how you're doing. He wouldn't be asking me via text if you're okay every few minutes. Can't you two just talk things over?"

"I guess…" he sighed. "I'll talk to him…"

"Fantastic!" Lydia said excitedly. "He's already on his way to your house!"

"What!?"

"I texted him of course!"

"You bitch!"


Stiles dreaded it. For once, he was actually driving under the speed limit because he wasn't in a hurry to see Scott. He needed to plan out what he had to say. But what was the point? Stiles knew that the second he got there, everything he had planned to say would slip away, and the emotions would come to the surface. More than anything, Stiles wanted to tell him how he felt. However, he saw no possible scenario where he could say that without making Scott feel like shit by the end of what would probably be a one-sided shout-fest.

He made another turn, and he continued to think of other ways to talk to Scott. Maybe he could play it cool like he hadn't seen him. But Stiles knew that would never work. They saw each other in school almost every day. Through awkward eye contact, quickly diverting attention elsewhere, and acting like a complete idiot who would do anything in their power to completely avoid Scott, Stiles knew that Scott would never buy it.

Bringing up Derek at the beginning would be a complete red flag. He'd make Scott get mad and that was another no. If anything, Stiles just wanted a freaking resolution to this stupid quarrel. He had no idea how this would turn out in the end, but he just wanted it to end.

Stiles stopped the Jeep, put it in park, and got out. He immediately noticed Scott's motorcycle in front of his house, and he knew there was no turning back now. Somberly, Stiles walked into his house, and only nodded when his dad said that Scott was upstairs. Each step felt like a thousand, and his feet were like lead. They didn't want to move, and neither did he.

After what seemed like an eternity, Stiles reached his bedroom door. He reached for the handle, and he hesitated for a single moment. There was still time to run.

But running wouldn't solve anything.

He wanted his best friend back.

And that was absolutely final.

Slowly, he pushed the door open to his room. When he lifted his head up, Stiles saw Scott leaning on the desk in his room. He was examining one of the many pieces of paper that were scattered around Stiles' room, and when Stiles had entered, he put it down. When Stiles and Scott made eye contact, Stiles saw it.

He saw the regret weighing on Scott.

"Stiles…" his best friend began.

"Scott, you don't have to…"

"But I need to," Scott quickly interjected. "I need to get it out."

"Okay," Stiles nodded.

"Look…I know that I've been an ass. I know that I've been blowing you off. I know that I haven't been there for you, and I'm such a shitty best friend. I have absolutely no idea how you put up with me sometimes. Ever since I started dating Allison, I've been trying to spend every single moment with her, and I completely shut you out…and that was a dick move."

Stiles was astonished at the words that were coming out of Scott's mouth. He never in a million years expected him to say anything like this.

"I had no idea how bad it was for you. I was a complete wreck after the hospital incident. It really opened my eyes. That…the belittling from Derek…and the constant berating from Lydia via text. She told me what was going on with the bullying, and how much I left you alone. I know now how badly my choices were reflected on you. I think I love her…but I need to keep you in my life as well. So don't even think for a second that I would voluntarily shut you out. It was a big mistake, and I hope with my whole being that you can find it in yourself to forgive me."

"Scott…" Stiles began. "I'll admit…I was kind of mad that you kept ditching me for Allison…but I forgive you. She's your girlfriend, and she makes you happy. You deserve that. I just don't want to be forgotten…otherwise I don't think your mom would even call me her son anymore…"

"You're like a brother to me Stiles," Scott replied. "And sometimes brothers do stupid shit to one another. This was my turn to act like that. I'm sorry, and I don't want you to feel alone anymore. From now on…if I start talking about Allison too much, or I start ditching you…punch me in the face and say 'HEY! SCOTT! I'M RIGHT HERE!' Okay?"

"I won't punch you…but I will send out a giant bat signal that says something along those lines," Stiles smiled.

Scott extended a hand, and Stiles took it without hesitation. They both pulled into a tight bro hug like they used to all the time. Before Allison, before high school, before anything. It reminded Stiles of when they were little kids together, playing in one of their houses until the sun set, and then begging to spend the night. It reminded Stiles of when Scott had promised to always be there for him when Claudia passed away and vice versa when Scott's dad left.

He was glad to have his brother back.

"Thanks Stiles," Scott choked out. "I'm glad that you could forgive me."

"We're brothers after all," Stiles smiled. "I'll always forgive you."

They stood there for a moment in the room. It was nice to have closure. It was nice to have Scott back. But more than anything, it was nice that Scott was the one who saw what he had done. Stiles didn't want to have to tell Scott what he thought he should do, when Stiles knew that he had done some pretty bad things himself. He shut out Scott at every turn, but now he was glad that he wouldn't have to deal with this anymore. He was really glad that his friend was back.

"Oh, and about Derek…"

Fuck.

"Could you tell him that I'm sorry? I'm sorry that I snapped at him and that I was a total ass," Scott said while looking at the floor.

"Why don't you just tell him at the dance tonight?"

"Well I'd rather have you say it so that he doesn't try to kill me…" Scott admitted.

"I'm going tonight, so I'll make sure he doesn't," Stiles reassured. "I'll vouch for you, and all you have to do is look like a completely kicked puppy."

"Wait…you're going to the dance tonight!?" Scott asked. "I thought you didn't like going to school dances."

"I've been threatened by Lydia to go," he shrugged. "Actually, you could probably have your talk when we go to take pictures at Lydia's house. She told me that he might go to that. Just letting you know."

"You're…are you being serious?" Scott inquired quietly. He usually wasn't afraid of people. However, he was definitely afraid of the big bad Derek Hale.

"Y'know what? I'll just talk to him in school on Monday for you," Stiles suggested. "But for now, let's get ready for that dance."


So there they were at 8 P.M. The cafeteria had been completely transformed from the dull and ordinary lunch room into a passable excuse for a school dance with the assistance of some randomly placed decorations. Even still, the place was packed with students. Chairs that lined the sides contained a few people here and there, but the majority of people were dancing in a bunch of little circles that combined to make a freaking mosh pit. The middle would be unbearably hot, but that's where it's the most fun. The seniors and juniors usually took to the middle of the dance floor, and the underclassmen would be around the edge.

Those who were seemingly overheated and just wanted a quick break from dancing, or their dates, were standing over by the refreshments. Assorted sodas, punches, and bottles of water covered the table so that anyone who needed something to drink would be satisfied. The lights were turned off, except for those that surrounded the DJ at the turntables. The strobe lights and colored lights provided enough light for the dance. It was well enough lit so that you could see where you were going, but not enough for the chaperones to see into the middle.

The group entered the cafeteria, Lydia and Jackson at the front. They had chosen the color red, with Lydia in a stunning strapless. She had a black lace shawl that wrapped around her shoulders, and a bright red rose corsage on her right wrist. Of course, her nails, her lipstick, and her shoes had all been as equally crimson as the dress. Jackson's red shirt was remarkably close to the same color, and his black tie was a good accent to the outfit. She hung onto his arm once they passed into the room, and she began to drag him into the middle.

Scott and Allison weren't that far behind. Blue was their color of choice. It was dark and metallic, but Allison's dress was beautiful. It had one strap and a small sweetheart neckline, as well as a bottom that really flowed. Scott looked absolutely enamored whenever he looked over at her, with good reason. Allison Argent was gorgeous.

Erica and Boyd were already in the middle from what Stiles could observe, and the other four teens were just making their way over. Stiles wasn't quite ready to dance, so he went over towards the rows of chairs along the sides of the cafeteria. He had dressed exactly the way he said he would. And what he meant by that was that Stiles dressed exactly the way Lydia told him to dress. He had black pants, a black shirt, and a checkerboard tie with alternating black and white squares. He thought that if he did that, then people wouldn't think he had tried to match Derek's outfit.

Speaking of Derek, he was absolutely nowhere to be found yet. He hadn't shown up for the pictures, but he apparently texted Erica saying that he'd just go straight to the dance. At least that meant there were no awkward pictures beforehand. Well…there had been some awkward pictures with Isaac, but that's beside the point. Stiles wondered how no one else saw that Isaac was head over heels for Scott. You could even tell from the group photos. Almost every single group photo had Isaac right next to Scott with his arm around him, and even some of the personal photos. Stiles could tell just by looking at him…and the fact that Isaac had told him a few months back.

"Aren't you going to come and dance with the rest of us?"

Speaking of Isaac…

"Nah," Stiles shook his head. "I'll look like a complete idiot if I try to dance. I'm just here because Lydia threatened me."

"Well I could always get Erica and Lydia to drag you into the middle with all of us," Isaac suggested. "I'm sure they would be happy to do so."

"Oh fuck off," Stiles shot back. "Shouldn't you be busy grinding against Scott?"

"In case you forgot," Isaac blushed. "Allison's here with him. I can't dance with him when she's dancing with him…"

"Well then it looks like you're in luck," Stiles spoke a little louder so he could be heard over the music. "Allison looks like she's leaving the middle to go to the bathroom!"

"Really!?" Isaac cheered up. He stood straight up, and he bid Stiles goodbye. Once he had done so, Isaac began pushing his way back into the middle of the dance floor. Isaac was so excitable. He was like a puppy.

"Too easy…" Stiles laughed to himself.

"What was?"

"Getting rid of Isaac," Stiles answered. He didn't even have to turn to know that it was Derek who sat down. The dude seemed to appear everywhere out of thin air. By now, he shouldn't even be surprised. "It's funny how certain things can completely distract him."

"I see," Derek answered. "I'm kind of surprised that you came to the dance. Even though Lydia probably dragged you here again, that's two in a row!"

"Hey well if one is an incident, two is a coincidence!" Stiles laughed. "That's what my dad always said."

"What's three?"

"Three's a pattern, and I probably won't be going to another social even any time soon," Stiles admitted. "Anyways I shouldn't be here. I have no date, my friends are all having fun on the dance floor, and I don't even like most of the people who are in this school who are here."

"But that's the point of a school dance, isn't it? To dance?" Derek asked.

Stiles face went bright red. And for once Stiles thanked the DJ for having red lights flashing around the room so that his blush wasn't visible. Was Derek asking him to dance?

"Come on," Derek grabbed Stiles arm. "Everyone's in the middle, so why don't we join them?"

Just as Stiles was about to protest, the music changed to something he finally recognized from his hours on YouTube. Suddenly, he wasn't being pulled by Derek, but he was the one pulling Derek towards everyone. "Hurry up!" he shouted. "I love this song!"

As they entered the dance circle that was made up of Stiles' friends, everyone said hey, and they all started moving to the beat. The song was just building up. Thank goodness they made it in time for Stiles favorite part: the drop.

"LET'S GO!" Everyone shouted, and then the music changed drastically.

Some people began to jump, but others dropped down. The strobe lights were flashing all over the place, and everyone in the cafeteria was moving. Stiles let himself get taken in by the music, and he moved his hips. He bumped into someone behind him, and that person put their hands on his waist. When he felt the hands on his waist, Stiles grabbed onto one, and the other one he used to reach up and grab the back of the person's neck.

Once in this intimate position, their movements became more frantic. Stiles didn't stop moving his hips once, but he was also body rolling backwards and grinding with his "dance partner". It was hot, and it was heated, but it felt so fucking good to just let everything out. Even more to his liking, the circle seemed to have collapsed, and everyone was dancing with a respective partner. Lydia had Jackson, Scott had Allison, Erica had Boyd…

And Stiles had Derek.

And he fucking loved it.

It was in that moment, when he was sure that no one would see him because everyone was writhing against each other, that he decided to have a little more fun. The same beat repeated, and Stiles was no longer moving to Derek's rhythm. He was grinding back into his hips, but he kept their upper bodies together. Stiles was setting the pace for this dance. And Derek had absolutely no problems keeping up with it. He felt Derek's chin come to rest in the crook of his neck, and he felt Derek's hot breath on his neck. It sent shivers up Stiles's spine, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"SAY YEAH!"

The song mellowed for a moment, and they separated as the song's melody changed again. Stiles turned around though, and then they closed the gap slowly.

"SAY YEAH!"

This time, as the beat picked up, they were face to face. Their bodies were close like last time, but they were staring right at each other. Hands were around waists, and they were moving side to side as the song built up for the second time. The beat dropped again, and Stiles pushed the envelope a little bit further. He started rolling his hips forward, against Derek. And he was absolutely positive that Derek knew what he was doing. Derek ground his hips against Stiles, and he brought his face right against the side of Stiles'. His lips were ghosting along his ear, and Stiles felt as though his knees would collapse.

If this was dancing with Derek…

But they pulled apart as the song ended. Each kept the other's gaze for a few moments, and the tension was fucking unbearable. They moved a little closer, but as he realized what was happening, Stiles looked away. He didn't just look away, but he walked away. Not just walking, but he ran away. He ran to his Jeep, ducking between crowds of people so that he could get there faster. He heard his name being called out after him.

"Stiles!" Derek called out. "Stiles come back!"

But Stiles didn't listen. His heart was hammering out of his chest, and his eyes began to water slightly as he got closer to the vehicle. The cool air would have given him a little chill, but his entire body was heating up. He felt feverish wherever Derek touched him. Wherever Derek made contact, Stiles felt like he was on fire. His face was now crimson and he tried desperately to hide it.

He couldn't take it. He knew that he had fallen pretty bad for Derek. He wanted Derek to like him too, but all he had heard were rumors. That's all that ran through Stiles' mind once they had finished their dance together: "They're just rumors. He doesn't like you. Time to wake up." He could feel his heart breaking and he tried so hard to keep it together until he was alone.

Stiles reached the Jeep, but Derek did so as well. Stiles didn't account for Derek's athletic prowess. He thought that he would have had enough time to get to his Jeep while Derek stood in shock on the dance floor. But that wasn't the case. Derek Hale was standing in front of Stiles, blocking the door to the driver's seat.

"Derek," Stiles choked out, trying to hold back tears. "Let me leave…"

Derek didn't say anything. He didn't move. He just stood there.

"Derek," Stiles said again, looking down at the ground. "Let me leave…please…"

This time he responded.

"Look at me," Derek requested. "Please Stiles, just look at me."

And Stiles did. His watering eyes forced themselves to look into Derek's captivating gaze, and Stiles was about to lose it. "I can't do it anymore…" Stiles began. "I can't be around you anymore…"

"Why?" Derek asked, eyes not once leaving Stiles'. "Why do you have to leave?"

"I can't…" Stiles said. "I can't tell you…"

"Show me," Derek whispered. He raised his hand up to Stiles' cheek, and his thumb gently rubbed it. Stiles felt Derek's other hand make its home on his hip as it had just done inside. And Stiles' mind just about short circuited. Derek leaned in, and Stiles felt himself getting lost in Derek. He closed his eyes slowly, and their foreheads gently touched. They both stopped, a mere inch away from each other. It was scary, and it was exciting. Just when Stiles thought he could bear it no longer, Derek closed the distance.

Their lips met gently, and time stood still. Stiles felt his breath hitch, and his mind went completely blank of everything. Instead, all he was thinking were replaced with once simple thing. He felt himself getting lost in Derek Hale. Stiles' soft lips didn't dare pull away from Derek, and hands began to roam. He felt Derek's calloused hand come to rest on the back of his head, but their bodies were perfectly against one another. As the kiss continued, Stiles mind and body became filled with only one idea, one feeling, and one thing: Derek.

They pulled apart momentarily to breathe, but they resumed the kiss. Their lips were parted slightly as they kissed, but Derek was still gentle with Stiles. Stiles was getting swept away with everything Derek. He felt Derek's own heart racing in unison with his own. Their resonating heartbeats went right alongside one another, and nothing had ever been more perfect. Stiles wished that he could stay in this moment forever. He wished that this feeling of ecstasy would never fade. He wished for Derek's kiss to never end.

All that mattered right now was Stiles and Derek.

Nothing else seemed important.

They only wanted to remain in the embrace they shared, as they lovingly kissed one another under the stars.

After a few more seconds, they broke the kiss, and a star-struck Stiles continued to gaze into Derek's captivating eyes as he spoke. "C'mon," he said. "Let's go back in. Maybe they might play something slow for us."


So glad I finally got around to a kiss! You guys have no idea…well maybe you do. I know this chapter was super long, but it's a little gift from me to you. The song that was played that they danced to is called "Lololololol" by Popeska. I DO NOT OWN THAT.

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