A/N: Happiness. Serious, legit happiness in this chapter (I think I'm compensating for my other story). Have fun. Oh, and also, I know I am not answering reviews here, but if you guys have something you want to know or ask or even criticize, feel free to PM me :)

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Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 10

Everyday it's a-getting closer.

Going faster than a roller-coaster.

Love like yours will surely come my way.

The next couple of months were a mixed blur of warm and fuzzy romance, of careless spring, of music and sneaked moments and brief touches and stolen kisses.

With every passing day Derek got better and better at signing, and it proved useful whenever they had to be extra quiet, whether it was in Derek's room or just around the corner of the Stilinskis' back porch. They'd stifle laughter and shut each other up with frantic kisses whenever someone walked by, behaving like a young, careless, silly, in-love teenage couple.

Every day after work, the black Camaro would stop by the gates of Beacon Hills highschool and Derek would step out and lean against it with his hands shoved in the pockets of his trademark leather jacket, and wait for the bell to ring. And amongst the swarm of eager teenagers hurrying and pushing out of the doors for freedom, he'd spot Scott and Stiles on the top of the stairs, and they'd wave at him before saying goodbye to each other. And when Scott'd go for his motorcycle and drive away with a knowing smirk on, Stiles' face would break into a huge grin and he'd bolt his way right into Derek's waiting arms and kiss him like they'd been apart for years, not hours.

After that, they'd have a few hours of grace before Stiles had to get back home before the sheriff had, and they'd kiss again and again and one more time before promising to see each other again tomorrow. And they'd sneak just one more, tiny kiss and then Stiles'd reluctantly shove Derek back into the car with a playful smile and wave his goodbye at him with soft eyes and a gentle goofy grin, before going inside to wait for his father to come back home.

The Sheriff, of course, wasn't stupid. He knew his son was seeing Derek Hale and he heard the rumors about him, but he paid them no attention. As Sheriff, he knew well how to spot the bad guys, the troublemakers and even the potential criminals. And Derek Hale wasn't one, he was sure of that, despite the rumors about the tall, dark drop-out. Besides, the Sheriff trusted his son was clever enough to choose for himself, even though he himself didn't appreciate the thought of his son dating a guy almost four years older.

He pretended not to know anything, pretended he didn't hear the choked, multiple giggles coming from his son's room in the middle of the night. He never questioned Stiles about where he was going or what was he doing, and even when he sometimes tried to sneak back inside after curfew, the Sheriff said nothing and pretended not to notice, knowing fully well that up until the moment he walked through the door, his son was just around the corner, kissing Derek goodnight.

But it was all worth it, the Sheriff thought. The permanent smile Stiles wore lately was worth the sleepless nights and the worrying and the fake, concerned looks he got from some of the people around town.

This Hale kid was making his son happy, and honestly, that was all that mattered to him, really.

"Okay, stop." Erica said one day during one of her speech therapy sessions with Stiles. The teen raised two surprised eyes from the card he was trying to read from, looking at her in question. "What is going on?" She demanded to know.

What? Stiles signed, clearly confused. Erica sighed.

"You're not here," She explained. "You seem distracted, and it shows. We've been through these cards weeks ago." Erica frowned, gesturing at the word cards that were scattered around on her small coffee table. "You keep going back, and it's really not like you. So I'm asking again - what is going on?"

Stiles watched as she crossed her arms in determination and leaned back in her sofa, giving him an insistent look and a cocked eyebrow. He frowned, putting the card he was holding down and sliding his middle finger across his left palm.

Rude.

Erica smirked. "Maybe. Maybe not. But I still want answers."

Okay, fine. Stiles gave up, rolling his eyes. I'm seeing someone, okay? He admitted, his gestures shy and embarrassed. Erica untangled her arms immediately, letting out a short, excited squeal as she leaned forwards to look at him with shinning brown eyes.

"Who?!" She pressed eagerly. "Someone I know?"

D-E-R-E-K H-A-L-E. He spelled, and her eyes widened in an instant.

"Scott's brother...?!" Erica called in disbelief. "The hot guy from the record shop?! I had no idea he was gay... that's a shame." She added, somewhat disappointed, as if someone just offered her a candy but decided to take it away before she could grab it. "I'd totally hit that."

Stiles snorted. You're impossible. He signed, smirking and reaching for his glass of water.

"That's my charm." She winked. "Come on, tell me some of the juicy stuff. How was your first date? Did you kiss him?"

More embarrassed than he'd care to admit, Stiles put down his glass and told her of Lydia's party and how Derek just showed up and kept insisting until Stiles gave in and talked to him. He described how they warmed up to each other and talked for hours, how they agreed to meet for an official first date that weekend and how Stiles kissed him goodbye and goodnight. He even told her of the sleepless nights he laid awake in his bed days before their date, too excited to fall asleep.

And he told her of their first, perfect date. Where they went and how it went and what Derek did for him. Stiles didn't tell her about the long conversation they had because he figured, that was a private, intimate moment that he and Derek shared and that Erica didn't need to know. His eyes glistened softly as he spoke of the sunset and how Derek's arms felt around him, how they only got up when the sun was already long gone and-

-and then we went to his - Scott's - house, Stiles signed, smiling gently at the memory. No one was there beside Scott's mom and she was really cool about the whole thing. We took a quick shower- Not together! He gestured widely as the blush returned to his cheeks. Erica stared at him innocently, amusingly arching a delicate dark-blonde eyebrow.

"I didn't say anything." She said sweetly.

You were thinking it. Stiles stared at her dryly. She waved a hand at the accusation.

"Just go on."

Fine. He huffed. As I was saying, we took a shower - seperately - and went on a dinner and a movie. Iron man, I think. I didn't really notice the screen all that much. He... The soft smile returned to Stiles' face and pale blush crept up his neck. He kept holding my hand through the whole movie.

Erica grinned. "You two are nauseating."

Probably. He snorted, the blush still on the process of fading. He reached again for his glass, sipping slowly.

Without farther warning, Erica suddenly leaned farther forwards until a very surprised Stiles could almost count her long eyelashes. He blinked. "Well?" Erica prompted huskily, her voice dripping poisoned honey as if they were sharing a dark secret. "Do you love him?"

Stiles almost choked on his water.

What! No! I... I don't know...! His hands flailed defensively as he coughed, nearly knocking the tiny coffee table over. It's... too soon. He finished lamely, not looking Erica in the eyes.

"How long exactly have you two been dating?" She asked with narrowed eyes, leaning back.

About two months, I think. Stiles signed awkwardly. He wasn't used to talking about him and Derek to other people. Even Scott didn't ask that many questions, or looked as disturbingly eager as Erica was now. Technically we know each other since the spring party.

"And you're still not sure what you feel about him?" Erica mused, the exercise cards on the table long forgotten. This was much more interesting than how to pronounce 'lizard'. Stiles shook his head.

Neither of us said it yet. He admitted, uncertainty written all over his young face. Perhaps he's not so sure, either.

Erica huffed, squaring her shoulders and throwing waves of blonde hair to the back. "I think you are both very stupid." She stated, then smirked. "You better figure it out soon, baby. summertime is almost here and I promise, you don't wanna miss that."

Are you suggesting-

"Summer romance!" She grinned. "Long walks on the beach, swims, ice cream dates, minimal clothes, hot sweaty sex-"

"Er... ah...!" The noise that left Stiles' lips was mortified and embarrassed to the core, his cheeks and ears burning and his eyes wide.

"What?" She smiled sweetly, patting Stiles' flushed cheek fondly. "Don't tell me you never thought about it. Because that'd be a lie, Pinoccio." She laughed at her own joke, enjoying the dark red that now spread down to Stiles' neck as well. She giggled even harder.

"You naughty boy...!"

Stiles groaned and buried his face in his hands as she kept laughing on with way too much enthusiasm. Great.

Sometimes he really hated Erica Reyes.

Everyday seems a little longer.

Every way love's a little stronger.

Come what may,

Do you ever long for true love from me?

A/N: Song used: "Everyday" / Buddy Holly.

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