I tried to make this one humorous but I think I'm hilarious so I guess I'm biased. Oh Well!

December 10th

"Did you get Mississippi for number five," Scott asked scratching his head. Stiles flipped through his review, looking for question 5.

"I got x = 3. Scott we're reviewing for math remember?" Scott looked at his best friend confused.

"I thought you said history," Scott said frowning. Stiles laughed at his friend, playfully knocking on his head. "Oh well, time for a study break anyway." Scott stood up from the table and stretched his arms out wide, letting out a small yawn as he did. Stiles set his pencil down and followed suit. They teens had been studying in the library for over an hour now and they were making good progress on the many reviews they'd received and procrastinated off.

Stiles sat on the table and looked around the school library. There were a few other students studying a few tables away but other than that the place was empty. He took out his phone, checking to see if he'd received any messages. He sent a reply to his dad who said he'd be working late then slipped the phone back into his pocket.

Scott gazed around the room sleepily. He ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to puff up on one side. As much as he found studying to be boring he was glad he had the time to do so now, especially since it meant there wasn't anything currently trying to kill them. That was always a plus.

"You find anyone to go to the Lights Festival with you yet," Scott asked checking his phone. Stiles shook his head.

"Nah. Maybe I'll ask Coach Finstock to go with me," Stiles said smirking. Scott laughed and ruffled the teens hair.

"Yeah while you're at it might as well as Derek too." Scott chuckled looking at Stiles who had a face Scott was familiar with as his 'I have an idea' face. "Wait, Stiles, I was kidding. Derek may be less grumpy but I doubt he'll want to go." Too late. Stiles was already texting his the grumpy sourwolf.

Cora and Peter were sitting in the kitchen sipping hot chocolate when Derek walked through the front door. Despite the cold weather outside he was dressed only in a muscle shirt and some sweat pants. The werewolf grabbed a bottled water from the kitchen before joining his family.

"Have a nice run," Cora asked taking a sip of her coco. Derek grunted as he took a swig of his water.

"It was okay. Didn't get attacked." Cora rolled her eyes, having become very familiar with Derek's sassy side. She picked up Derek's phone from the coffee table and tossed it to him. He easily caught the device in his free hand.

"You got a missed call and text from Stiles, and a message from Deaton," Peter informed his nephew. Derek checked the message first in case it was something important. He'd felt things had been too quiet lately so he was prepared for anything. Luckily it wasn't a new threat coming for Beacon Hills. Deaton only called to say Merry Christmas and to inform Derek that he would be out of town till New Years. Something about a druid convention.

Next was the text from Stiles. Derek had given the teen his number 'in case of emergencies' which to Stiles meant, 'any and every time a dog joke came to mind.' Needless to say, Derek didn't expect much. He clicked the message and read its contents.

Stiles: Got two tickets to the Light Festival. Wanna come with? :)

"Huh," Derek grunted, reading the message. Peter looked up from his book, eyes peaked with interest.

"What is it nephew," Peter said slyly. Derek rolled his eyes. Obviously his uncle had read the text when it came in. Nosy bastard.

"Nothing," Derek responded, tossing his phone on the table. He reached to the side of his chair and pulled a little lever causing his seat to recline. He closed his eyes, hoping to get a little relaxing in before bed. Sadly Peter would have none of that.

"Oh, looks like Stiles invited Derek to the Christmas Light festival a few towns away," Peter said to no one in particular. Derek opened one eye and glared at his uncle who was currently holding Derek's cell phone in his nosy hands. Cora grabbed the phone from Peter's hand and read the message for herself.

"He asked me to go yesterday but it's this Friday and we're going ice skating," She said tossing the phone on Derek chest. It landed against his stomach with a small thud. "You should go Derek, it sounds fun." Derek rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Why not?" Cora asked. Derek didn't respond he just shrugged, knowing it would annoy Cora. Peter stood from where he was sitting and snatched the phone off of Derek. He began typing out a reply to Stiles, reading out loud with extra flair.

"Oh Stiles I would LOVE to go with you. When should I pick you up? Maybe we should get dinner before we go? Either way sounds fun! Can't wait! And send." Derek was out of his seat in the blink of an eye and ripped the phone from his uncle's hands. The message was already sent however. Derek glared at the older Hale. Peter shrugged then returned to sipping his coco.

The phone vibrated alerting the arrival of a new message.

Stiles: Har Har Derek. Very funny. A simple no would've sufficed. -_-

Derek typed a reply.

Derek: That was Peter.

Suddenly, Lydia's words from the previous day replayed in his mind. "Maybe you should take a break." He sent another text to the teen.

Derek: I'll think about it.

What did you think? Kind of short but I think it's fairly decent. Maybe even a little funny? Ah who my kiddin.

Please review and tell what's good and what's bad and if you have any ideas, which reminds me.

Tamales. Pack making Tamales. Few days before Christmas. Very messy. Could be fun. Is this a good idea? Let me know.

Lastly, I created a twitter for my fics if you have any ideas for current or future stories, wanna tell what I'm doing right/wrong or just wanna say hi, come see me at Rough_Writer