So far the most difficult part of this story was figuring out what type of music she likes. She seems to be someone who listens to anything but prefers jazz, blues, rag, and older rock. Kinda like a mix of Dean Winchester and Harvey Spector.

Well, here you go, hope you guys enjoy this (:

Thanks for your support, totally means a lot! :D

"La da da da da," Stiles mumbled, flipping through the new selection of games. "Boring," he said, looking at one of titles. "Weird, blah, played this, blah..." He groaned, wishing that there was something different to do on a Thursday night than play video games. "Dawnguard... Spec Ops, Close Quarers..." Stiles paused, looking at the next cover. "Huh. Mystic Forest." He glanced around the store quickly searching for any familiar faces. None.

He picked up Mystic Forest, looking at the cover. "Looks like... a kinky role playing game... with... lots of covered boobs..." He started to read the description, curious.

"Hey, Stiles."

"Gah!" he shouted, flinging the game back away from him, cringing at when he saw it hit a kid who instantly started to wail. He spun around with a caught-in-the-act look and almost fainted when he saw Lydia Martin.

"Lydia!" He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, hey! How's - uh - how's it going?"

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Why'd you do that."

He laughed, mentally smacking himself."Uh, do what?"

"Throw the game behind you."

He looked over his shoulder then back. "Nope. Didn't do that."

She smirked. "Sure," she said, turning around and walking to the viewer's favorites section. She could hear Stiles' stumbling footsteps following her.

He stared at her, trying to think of something witty and cool to say. Just to get her to smile at him. "Hey, how about this... If I pick out a movie that gets your attention, you have to watch it with me." Stiles immediately turned around. He didn't want her to see his face red with embarrassment.

He held his breath, preparing himself for when she would roll her eyes and leave him. But he was shocked and thrilled when she stood there next to him, waiting.

Stiles skimmed the titles, searching for something, anything, to get her to come to his place. "Uh... Ah, here!"

He snatched the case and held it out to her.

"Remember the Titans," she read. "I already saw this."

"You did?" he said, surprised. "Huh. Nevermind. Of course you saw it. It's a great movie and you have great taste." He looked back to the shelf, hoping to find a better movie.

He didn't see Lydia look at him with a... caring look.

She cared about him. And she's sure there's something else beneath the caring, something more strong and passionate. She didn't know when it started. But she's glad that it did.

Summer was humming along to the music, lost in her own world, as she was decorating the cupcakes. She never understood why her parents loved jazz until she went with them to the Friday Night Sax at a small pub outside of Berkeley.

She frowned when she heard the pause, telling her it was the end of "I'm Old Fashioned". She set down the icing tube and stretched her fingers. Summer winced as she felt her muscles, hard and stiff. They were already cramped. She smiled as the silence ended, her iTunes now playing "After Midnight".

Summer twirled, her apron billowing, and she picked up the tube again to resume decorating.

She didn't hear the bell ring as the edge of the door tapped against it. The music was soothing and she was busy icing the cupcakes, hips swaying to the sound of the saxophone.

She was so lost that she didn't notice she wasn't alone until she saw two hands resting against the counter. "Oh, geez!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry," Derek said, grinning cheekily. "Didn't mean to scare you." He sat on a stool in front of her, staring at her face.

"I'm sure you didn't," she said, hating his smile. She always seemed to forget what she was doing every time she saw it. Like, forgetting she was mad at him. She turned her wrist, letting the icing glide into a loop.

"You don't seem like the type to listen to jazz," he said.

"But I do," she snapped, wanting to smack that smile off his face.

"Summer, about last week -"

He flinched when she slammed her hand down.

"Dammit!" she said when she realized she had still been holding the icing tube. A stream of pink cream gushed out, smearing the counter. "Now look what you made me do."

She snatched a towel and started to clean the mess.

"Summer -"

"You don't just go 'round kissin' people," she interrupted, angrily. " 'Specially without askin' 'em first!"

She scrubbed vigorously, trying to get rid of the stain.

Derek grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Their faces were inches apart and Derek had to fight to not let his eyes wander down to her lips. "I'm not sorry for that. For kissing you," he whispered, staring deep into her eyes, his breath feeling like feathery touches. "I am for putting you in danger, for not stopping when you told me to... But when I kissed you and when you kissed me back... That I don't regret."

Summer held her breath, nervous, heart beating fast. She pulled away and went back to cleaning.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you regret it," he said, harshly. He slid over the counter, landed right in front of her, close.

She jumped back, surprised.

Derek wrapped his fingers around her arms and pulled her closer. "Look at me and say you hated me kissing you."

"Derek, I -"

"Say it!"

"No!" She wrenched herself free from his tight grip. Summer shoved the kitchen door open and sped inside, trying to avoid Derek. No. She didn't hate it. She loved it. She loved the feel of his lips on hers, his thick tongue filling her mouth... And his touches...

"You can't say it. You can't because you liked it. You don't regret it." He quickly followed after her.

"You're right. I don't. I enjoyed it. But that doesn't make up for the fact that you touched me when I said no." She picked up a bottle of Fantastic and a fresh towel. "You hurt me." She shoved past him, walked out of the kitchen to finish cleaning up the mess.

"But I won't hurt you again," he firmly said. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her tight against him, holding her in place. He shook his head, trying to not let the feel of her breasts against his chest distract him. "I won't. Let me make it up to you. Please." He stared at her, hearing the clock tick as the seconds passed by.

She sighed. Part of her wanted to say no. She had enough of werewolves and she didn't want to go back into that life. But another part of her wanted to say yes... It was more than just the feel of his strong arms holding her, more than just the sensual touches, more than just the eyes and voice... It was so much more.

"Don't screw it up," she said. "Now let me go. I have to do my job."

YAY! Hooray for second chances! And hooray for Stiles! He deserves lots of love since he barely gets it on the show. ):

I know not much happened here but I just wanted to put the romance back to Derek / Summer.

I can't wait to finish writing chapter 11! Derek's gonna get the shock of his life! And don't forget about the Wisps!

Don't hesitate to message, review, alert, favorite! It totally makes me happy that you guys are happy :D:D:D

Thanks!