Monkey: OMG. I updated again. I'm like, rushing trying to get all these chapters out before the spring semester starts. I can't believe I fell so far behind, I'm so sorry T.T

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Again, sorry if this is rushed. Please ignore any mistakes you find.

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Stiles yawned as he sleepily made his way up the stairs of the chemistry building to head to his class. He had gotten next to no sleep last night and he had an exam in his previous class which meant he couldn't catch up on his sleep there. He definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with Harris today.

Harris hated him for some reason, but Stiles was glad that this would be the only semester he'd have to see him. Hopefully.

I even missed breakfast today, he lamented when he recalled that his father was already at work when he awoke and he was too tired to make himself something to eat before leaving.

Honestly, he was lucky he didn't get into another car accident on his way to school that morning.

He reached the second floor and walked down the hall, passing a vending machine. He stopped about six feet away then slowly backtracked. He placed both of his hands on the glass before pressing his face against it as well, his eyes scanning all the options in front of him.

Food.

Cheap, snack food, but it was food. He had ten minutes before his class started anyway so he could finish a quick snack in no time.

He patted his pockets to find his wallet until he remembered he'd thrown it into his backpack the night before so he wouldn't forget it.

Smart move.

He pulled out a couple dollars and got a bag of chips and a bag of cookies. He knew he had a water bottle somewhere in his backpack, so he didn't worry about drinks.

Once he got them out of the machine, he headed to class. But he didn't go inside of course. Harris was a strict ass who didn't allow even a bite of food in his class. Outside the classroom, Stiles leaned against the wall and slid down, opening the bag of chips first. He ate those within a couple minutes then ate the cookies he had with him before taking a long drink of his water then heading into the classroom.

Isaac and Scott were always two of the last people to come to class every time only because they took their sweet time coming from the other side of the campus. Those two didn't have every class together, but all their classes were near each other.

Stiles liked to sit towards the back and save spots for Isaac and Scott and today, he made himself comfortable and laid his head on his arms, hoping to catch some rest for a couple minutes before class started.

Maybe a minute later, if that, Stiles heard, "Yo Stiles!"

The brunette groaned. As much as he loved Scott, sometimes he really wanted to put a big piece of duct tape over his mouth.

Scott and Isaac took their seats on either side of him and the shuffling of an object on the desk drew Stiles' attention. He lifted his head and peered at the bag looking thing on Isaac's desk.

"Isaac?" Stiles could already hear Scott's giggling.

The blonde turned to face him with an innocent look, "yes?"

"Is that a guinea pig?"

"Yes."

Stiles stared at the little black and white furball inside the guinea pig carrier thing Isaac had. "… Why?"

Isaac sighed and opened the carrier before pulling out the little furball that was quick to try and get away. The blonde held him close. "It's Greenburg's."

"Greenburg." Stiles repeated. "He's still around?"

"You don't see him on campus everywhere?" Scott asked, reaching around Stiles to try to pet the guinea pig with a finger. The furball swiped at his finger making Scott quickly pull it back as Stiles and Isaac smirked.

"Never. Thought he went to another school." Stiles reached for the furball and it happily jumped into his hands.

Scott pouted. "It likes you more."

"He likes Stiles more," Isaac corrected. "Anyway, he's paying me a hundred bucks to watch his pet for the day because he's having issues with his roommate off campus." He shrugged. "Don't really care, but I do care for the money. Can save it for when I have to buy books next semester."

Scott groaned. "Don't remind me. Even used, my books took such a chunk out of my wallet."

Stiles laughed. "Well, ok. But Harris is like anti-anything-with-a-heart so you should make sure he doesn't see it, he might want to give it an acid bath or something."

Isaac winced and took the furball back before putting it in its carrier and moving it below his desk. Hopefully Harris wouldn't notice.

Speaking of the devil, Harris walked into the class. He cast a glance at the trio in the back on his way to his desk and he frowned.

"Lahey, Stilinski, McCall."

The three sat up straighter in question, Isaac making sure the guinea pig was safely hidden behind his backpack. They waited for him to say something.

Harris regarded them for a moment before shaking his head. "Never mind."

The trio stared at him until he turned around to the chalk board, then exchanged glances.

He totally knew.

Stiles snuck a glance at the furball. It was running around inside its carrier thing.

But within ten minutes, it fell asleep.

Stiles bit his lip to hide a smirk. Harris was so boring even the little furball fell asleep.

The next day, Scott and Isaac were walking to their math class when Scott's phone suddenly started ringing. They momentarily stopped walking as Scott pulled his phone out and answered after he saw it was Stiles.

"Hey Stiles," Scott greeted cheerfully.

"Dude! Tell me you're somewhere near the business building!"

Scott had to move the phone away from his ear a bit. "Uh, no. We're on our way to math, on the other side of campus."

"Damn! I overslept and I still haven't gotten there! I have a speech today and I'm so screwed!" Stiles sounded near hysterics but Isaac took a hold of Scott's wrist to bring the phone closer to him.

"Stiles, you're on the phone while driving?"

"I know! Tell my dad and die a horrible painful death!" He warned as he tried to think.

Scott opened his mouth to reply but Isaac cut him off. "Doesn't Derek have a class in the building across from the business one?" Isaac and Scott knew Lydia and Derek's schedules because of how often Stiles mentioned them due to all the things they had him do. "Maybe if you ask nicely—"

"Thanks! Bye!" And Stiles quickly hung up.

Scott and Isaac chuckled.

"Good old Stiles," Scott said.

Isaac nodded. "Let's just hope he doesn't get into another car accident."

"Oh man, that'd be funny. Not the actual car accident of course. Imagine Stiles in debt for life." Scott grinned. Their best friend entertained them way too much honestly.

"Well I'm sure if he was in debt for life to Derek, he wouldn't mind." Isaac commented as they reached their class and went in. "Y'know, I'm just glad none of us ever made a bet to see how long Stiles would last before jumping Derek."

Somewhere on the road to school, Stiles sneezed.

"I would've lost after a day."

"I would've lost after two days."

"We're terrible friends."

"Yep."

Grinning, they found their seats and waited for class to start.

As soon as Derek stepped out of class, his phone started vibrating. That was unusual on its own, had he forgotten to silence it? Quirking a brow, he saw it was his worker—er, Stiles.

He answered the call. Didn't that kid have class right about now? "What?"

"Derek, oh thank God. Listen, I'm barely like halfway to school, the thing is I overslept because Lydia and I were on the phone last night for hours and unlike you guys, despite working for you guys so long now, I'm not used to being an insomniac and—"

"Stiles." Derek interrupted. "What do you need?"

"—Oh right! I'm begging you, can you please distract my professor for like fifteen minutes?! I'm almost there—I know you probably have better things to do with your time since you're on break now but please I'll—"

"Who's your teacher?"

"—You mean you'll actually do it?! Wow, you're amazing. I didn't think you'd agree so fast, I thought I'd have to—"

"Stiles."

"Right, right." He gave him the information for his class.

Derek nodded. "Ok. I'll try to cover for you. Drive carefully. Don't rush just because you're late."

"Yeah ok, thanks Derek, I owe you so much right now!"

"You can pay me back by not using the phone while driving." And without waiting for a reply, he hung up. Faster way to make sure Stiles drove safely. Derek stared at his phone and shook his head. He changed his course from heading to the student union to heading to the business building. So what the hell was he supposed to do, walk into Stiles' class and present himself and do what, talk to the class about giving a speech? It was a business class, but they were in the part of the class where they were learning about speeches and the best way to give them to get their audience's attention.

Derek stood outside the door to Stiles' class. Oh irony, Stiles worked for him yet he had Derek running around doing favors for him.

He put on a forced smile that had years of practice to make it look natural as he opened the door to the class.

"Can I help you?" the professor asked with a curious quirk of his brow at the interruption.

Derek mentally sighed. Stiles definitely owed him for this.

Closer to the school, but still on the road, Stiles sneezed again and wondered if he was catching something.

As soon as Stiles barely parked his jeep in the parking garage closest to his business class but still about eight minutes away walking, he grabbed his backpack and his phone and ran out of the jeep, not even caring that it wasn't locked properly. No one would steal his jeep anyway.

He got to the business building in two minutes and was out of breath on the way to his classroom.

Breathing heavily, he took in a deep breath and stopped in front of the door. He collected himself and cleared his throat, placing his hand on the door handle. He opened the door and got everyone's attention, including Derek's who stared at him from the front of the class, their speeches apparently forgotten.

"Thank God," Derek muttered under his breath. He looked at his watch. "Well, I think it's time I head out, I… have class soon."

Stiles hid a laugh. Derek was on break for another hour today because of a cancelled class. The actor headed in his direction to leave the classroom.

The professor called out, "Thank you so much for talking to my class about speeches and handling business. It was a sudden guest appearance, but perfect. Thank you for taking time out of your day to help me out, it's obvious my students will listen to you more." The girls in the class basically undressed Derek with their eyes the moment he walked into the classroom and didn't pay attention to a single word he said. Even some guys in the class did that. The rest of the guys were too jealous of him stealing everyone's attention to really listen to what he said.

Derek forced a smile. Even then, it was a really sexy smile, according to Stiles. "No problem. I heard you were teaching this part of the curriculum today and wanted to help." As he passed Stiles who tried getting to his seat without being caught, Derek whispered, "you have no idea how much you owe me."

"I know." Stiles replied with a small smile. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, good luck on your speech." And Derek left the class.

Stiles reached his seat and let out a sigh of relief. That was too close.

"Stilinski." His professor called out making Stiles jump in his seat.

"Y-yes?"

"There's still plenty of time to give speeches. I noticed you're late. You're up next." His professor smirked and Stiles sighed. Figures. But at least Derek helped him out because in their class, if you were absent the day of your speech, you automatically failed the speech and your grade dropped two points. He was barely pulling an A; he didn't want it to drop to a B minus.

Stiles got out of his seat and walked to the front of the class to begin his speech about raising taxes versus not raising taxes and which would benefit the people more.

It was a boring subject really, but he breezed through it. As he talked, he wondered how Derek must've acted when he walked into a classroom full of people looking at him curiously as he came up with an excuse on the spot about why he was there.

It was even more official now.

Derek Hale was amazing.

"Stiles," the Sheriff called when he came home one night.

His son raced down the stairs and met up with him in the kitchen. "Yeah dad? How was work today, any dead bodies?"

His father rolled his eyes. "You know I can't tell you what goes down over there. Anyway, you ready for Thanksgiving?" He opened the fridge to search for something unhealthy to eat but he only saw healthy foods Stiles made.

The youngest Stilinski smiled as he leaned against the threshold of the kitchen. "Face it dad, you're eating healthy tonight."

The Sheriff sighed as he pulled out a plate of salad Stiles made earlier that day. "It wouldn't be so bad if you hadn't gone to every fast food place in the city and specifically tell them not to let my buy things there." Really, his son and his shenanigans.

"It just means that I want you around longer."

He smiled. "That's great, but I'll die sooner with this all-grass diet." He pulled out a bottle of thousand island dressing and heard Stiles clear his throat. The oldest Stilinski thought better of it and chose a simple Caesar dressing instead.

"Good choice."

He chuckled and the two of them made their way to the dinner table. Stiles always made sure his father ate a salad before the main course. Kept him healthy.

"So Stiles, what are we doing for Thanksgiving this year?" He ate the salad that was pretty good, but he had been craving a slice of pizza or a cheeseburger for days now. Stiles only let him have a cheat day once a month. The next cheat day was still two weeks away.

Stiles fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt a bit before saying, "Actually dad, I wanted to ask you something about Thanksgiving."

"Oh?" His father quirked a brow. This could either be good or bad. "What's on your mind?"

"I was wondering if we could change things up a bit."

Derek hung up his phone and sighed, going over to join Lydia on the couch. It was a weekend and they were done with all their homework. Stiles had a lot of work this weekend so they gave him those couple of days off.

Lydia hung up her phone just as Derek entered the living room. He sat down to her right and reached for the remote, turning on the TV and started channel surfing. The actress laid her legs across his lap.

"So what happened?" Lydia asked.

"France. Not coming for the holidays." Derek stopped at a baseball game and Lydia rolled her eyes, taking the remote from him and changing the channel. Derek let her, but only because last time he tried changing the channel back she threw the remote at his head. "You?"

"Same. Hey at least they'll be in the same country for the holidays. They can celebrate together." Lydia mused as she settled for the shopping network.

Derek's eye twitched at her choice. He really hated shopping. He once told Lydia that and she handcuffed him to her and went to a mall. The paparazzi had a field day. "They could. What are we doing this year, same as last year?"

"Are you kidding? After that fiasco? I don't think so," Lydia replied, eyeing the diamond bracelet on the TV.

He saw her eyeing the bracelet and snatched her phone away. She pouted.

Last year the two of them went to Danny's place to celebrate Thanksgiving with him and his family since their own families were in China doing business and other things. Danny's parents already knew of his friendship with the two actors but the rest of his family was apparently unaware.

So when they showed up, all hell broke loose.

Danny apologized for days after that, but they assured him it was fine.

It was horrifically scary seeing so many people come at them in a house they couldn't leave, but they managed.

Though Derek did lose most of his shirt to a few of Danny's cousins.

"So, what then?" Derek asked.

"I have no idea. Maybe we could just celebrate by ourselves here. We can make a small meal for the two of us." Lydia leaned her head back. "We'll think of something."

Stiles had the hiccups.

He's had them for almost an hour now. Lydia was lucky—she was still at school and wouldn't be home for another hour at least, if traffic was kind to her. At the moment, it was just Derek and Stiles at the actors' apartment working on some assignments in the living room.

But for now, Derek couldn't concentrate on his homework. He had a ten page essay due tomorrow and he still had three more pages to write. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with Stiles sitting on the couch across from him constantly hiccupping, Derek couldn't get his thoughts straight.

And Stiles had already tried many things to get rid of them. He drank some water, held his breath and even opened up scary videos on YouTube to try and scare the hiccups away.

Nothing worked.

Normally Derek wouldn't mind and he knew Stiles didn't mean to have the hiccups, but he had a lot to do after his essay and very little time to do it. Time was of the essence today.

The worst part of Stiles hiccupping everywhere?

His actual hiccups. Most people went "hic" or "hiccup" but Stiles went "hiccup-up."

Seriously?

He stuttered even in his hiccups.

In any other situation, Derek would've found them funny.

"Hiccup-up."

…

"Hiccup-up."

Stiles turned the page in his textbook and tapped his pencil on the book as he read.

"Hiccup-up."

Derek finally had it and decided to do something about this. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He found some sugar and a spoon and went back out to the living room.

He took a spoonful of sugar and stepped in front of Stiles who looked up at him and opened his mouth to speak.

"Wha—"

The actor shoved the spoonful of sugar into his mouth and pulled out the spoon. "Don't swallow. Let that sit in your mouth for a bit."

Oh. My. God.

Those words…

Derek had to be doing this on purpose every single time. He probably got a kick out of making Stiles feel…

Ok. Let's not go there.

Stiles' tongue pressed the sugar against the roof of his mouth, curious at the grainy feeling it provided. He could feel the sugar starting to melt in his mouth as he compressed it further.

He wanted to swallow, but tried his best not to, Derek's orders. It was hard to resist something so sweet in his mouth though.

Seeing as how Stiles didn't swallow it, Derek went back to the kitchen to put the sugar and spoon away.

Don't swallow? He wanted this white substance to stay in his mouth?

Stiles had never been so thankful for the textbook currently on his lap. The last thing they needed was an awkward situation.

Well, more awkward situations to add to their ongoing list.

"You can spit it out now." Derek said after about a minute, leaning on the threshold of the kitchen, watching him, waiting for him to hiccups to start up again. When they didn't, he figured he was good.

Finally, he would be allowed some peace to work with.

Stiles swallowed a little bit of the melted sugar and nodded, slowly removing the textbook from his lap and looking grateful that his thoughts weren't noticeable. He walked past Derek and went into the bathroom to spit out the remaining sugar. He washed his mouth out a bit because no matter how sweet that tasted, he would get very hyper if he swallowed all of that.

He walked back out and Derek raised a brow at him. "Well?"

Stiles waited. Derek waited. They waited for another minute before Stiles grinned.

"Hey my hiccups are gone! How'd you know to do that?" He would definitely remember the sugar method for the next time he had the hiccups. Hopefully he got them some place sugar was available, otherwise he'd have to try other methods. Worked better than water ever did.

Derek went back to the couch and started looking through his notes again so he could get back into the flow of his essay. "My sister used to give me sugar when I had the hiccups back when I was younger. It worked for me, figured it would for you too."

Stiles grinned. "Well thanks."

Derek nodded.

When Lydia finally came home, she barely made it through the door when she hiccupped and Derek heard her. Stiles watched him curiously as Derek's hands hovered over the keyboard.

"Lydia," Derek began.

She rolled her eyes as she took off her heels and tiptoed passed them. "I know, I know. Hic. Get the sugar."

It was a couple days before Thanksgiving and Scott, Isaac and Stiles were hanging out at the student union while on break that day.

"We're still on for Thanksgiving, right?" Scott asked Stiles as they ate some Chinese food.

"Yup. If you guys don't mind a little change in things." Stiles replied, drinking from his iced tea.

Isaac raised a curious brow. "What do you have in mind?"

Scott and Stiles always celebrated Thanksgiving together with Scott's mom and Stiles' dad. For the past couple of years now, Isaac has joined them because his dad is always working on Thanksgiving and he has no one else to celebrate with. But that's ok, because the five of them were all pretty much family now and celebrating together only made things more fun.

"Do you guys mind having a couple more people celebrate with us this year?"

Scott and Isaac looked at each other then back at Stiles. "No, why?"

With a grin, Stiles pulled out his phone. Lydia would just be getting out of class today so she should be able to answer.

The phone rang a couple times before she picked up. "What is it, Stiles?"

"Do you and Derek have any plans for Thanksgiving break?"

"You mean besides stay at home all day and do nothing? No, not really, why?"

"Great! How would you two like to come celebrate with me, Scott, Isaac, Scott's mom and my dad?" He would obviously ask Lydia because if she decided yes, then she'd make Derek come too.

"I don't want to intrude on your family celebrations." Lydia replied after a while.

"You're not intruding," Stiles insisted. "We want you here."

Lydia thought about it as she twirled her strawberry blonde locks around a finger. "Well… Alright. But you're letting me help you cook."

"Deal." Stiles grinned and hung up. "Thanksgiving is going to be so great."

It was finally Thanksgiving Day and Lydia and Derek were the first to arrive at the Stilinski house. For once, they didn't need to be picked up, but they took separate cars as the Sheriff noticed when he looked out the window. A black Camaro and a silver Audi A5 were parked by the jeep and his own police car. These two were some lucky kids.

As soon as Lydia walked in, she went right into the kitchen to help Stiles after greeting the Sheriff. Melissa would be over soon and she'd help as well.

Meanwhile, he and Derek just kind of looked at each other.

The Sheriff knew Derek was Stiles' mancrush for years now, but he was sure Derek didn't know that. And Derek knew that the Sheriff still felt bad about Stiles getting into a car accident with him.

"So… you like sports?" Stiles' father asked.

"I like baseball," Derek replied politely. He loved baseball actually.

The Sheriff smiled. "Great, let's watch a game." And just like that, the ice was broken and the two went to the living room to watch baseball on TV.

They could hear Stiles and Lydia in the kitchen.

"You're making Oreo balls." Lydia ordered.

Stiles opened the refrigerator. "I'm about to make some mashed potatoes."

"I'll make them. You make Oreo balls."

Stiles sighed but nodded. "I swear it's like you guys only like me for my Oreo balls."

"We do." Lydia joked.

"Oh haha."

The Sheriff in the meantime figured he should try to get to know Derek. "So tell me Derek, how are your classes going?"

Derek was actually very relaxed around him now. He didn't know why. Probably because he was so used to Stiles that being around his father felt normal too. "They're going pretty well. They're hard of course, but I'm doing my best to pull all A's."

"That's very good." The Sheriff nodded as the game on TV continued. He was about to ask Derek his major when the actor spoke instead.

"What made you decide to become a sheriff?"

They talked for a while until Isaac and Scott showed up, Melissa going straight to the kitchen to help the other two. When it was the four guys, anything serious was dropped and they all focused on the game on TV.

Hours after Melissa, Scott and Isaac arrived, the food was finally ready and everyone gathered around the table. They talked, they said what they were thankful for and they dug in.

Stiles had to wait until after everyone finished eating to bring out the Oreo balls to make sure Lydia didn't eat them all first.

The boys that didn't help cook offered to do the dishes while the girls plus Stiles relaxed on the couches while channel surfing.

It was well past midnight when Melissa, Scott and Isaac all went home.

"Well, I guess," Lydia paused to yawn, "we should be going back home now too." She yawned again and looked at Derek who was with them on the couch. "Right Derek?"

The Sheriff shook his head. "You're nearly asleep; it's not safe to drive right now. Apparently you two came in separate cars?"

"We never carpool together if it's just the two of us," the two simultaneously replied.

Mr. Stilinski cocked a brow and looked at Stiles. His son just nodded in agreement.

"Well then, the two of you can crash here for the night." He decided. "We have a guest room, Lydia you can take that. Derek, you can take Stiles' room. Stiles, you take the couch."

Stiles was about to argue but his father gave him a look that quickly shut him up. "Yes of course."

"We don't want to intrude any further," Derek began.

"You're not. It's the least we can do for having my son basically live at your house now."

Stiles chuckled sheepishly. "Lydia, I think I might have some clothes you can wear. Derek, I might have something for you too."

Lydia nodded sleepily and followed him up the stairs, Derek right behind her. Both actors stopped halfway up to turn back to the Sheriff and said, "Goodnight Mr. Stilinski."

"Goodnight you too."

A half hour later, Lydia was sleeping in the guest room and after Stiles quickly cleaned his room (which included taking down that poster of Alpha Derek he had and stuffing it into the back of his closet), Derek was in there.

"I don't mind taking the couch," Derek began, standing in front of Stiles to get out of the room.

Stiles put a hand on Derek's chest to push him back. They both knew the only reason Stiles managed to push him back slightly was because Derek let him do so. "No way. I take the couch this time. Goodnight."

Derek stared at him for a moment before nodding and walking towards the bed. "Goodnight Stiles."

After the brunette closed the door behind him, he felt his face grow warm. He had just touched Derek Hale's chest.

Holy God.

With a huge grin, Stiles walked down the stairs and threw himself onto the couch.

His dad started walking up the stairs when he stopped and looked at him. "No funny business Stiles."

Stiles blushed, indignant. "Dad!"

Chuckling, the Sheriff made his way up the stairs and into his room. "Goodnight!"

Stiles shook his head. "Night!" He sighed and made himself comfortable on the couch. Derek was actually sleeping in his room tonight.

He would have fun dreams tonight.

It couldn't have been any later than six in the morning when he heard a female yell, "Wake up Stiles!"

He groaned into the throw pillow under his face. Even in his own house he couldn't get any sleep like a normal person anymore. That wasn't fair. He moved his head to the side to speak. "Wha?"

"It's Black Friday. You know what that means."

"It means people trample each other over trying to buy lots of things when the day before they were being thankful for all that they had."

Lydia smirked. "Yes. And since you're awake enough to be a smartass, you're awake enough to get ready in five minutes."

"I don't wanna." Stiles mumbled into the cushion.

"Fine. I'll go look for something in your closet and—"

"I'm up!" Stiles basically jumped off the couch and raced up the stairs, heading straight for his room. The last thing he needed was for Lydia to look inside his closet and find that poster.

That poster would ruin him one day.

He opened the door to his room, completely forgetting Derek had slept in there and when he looked inside, his jaw dropped.

Derek was shirtless and was barely buttoning his jeans.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Stiles slammed the door shut and closed his eyes.

Derek raised a brow. "It's fine. I mean, we're both guys and this is your room." He finished putting on his clothes (that Lydia had mysteriously packed yesterday in her car, as well as her outfit today) since he had just gotten out of the shower. He opened the door. "You should get ready soon."

"Believe me, I know." Stiles didn't look him in the eye and rushed to get ready.

When the three of them were in the jeep ten minutes later, Stiles started driving to the mall. "It can't be too bad, right?"

Derek scoffed. "You've been shopping with Lydia before. That is nothing compared to her on Black Friday."

Stiles swallowed. Derek had to be exaggerating.

"He's not exaggerating." Lydia said as if reading his mind. He was kind of used to that now, though he was glad she couldn't read all the naughty thoughts he had about Derek.

Parking was a bitch to find, but they finally did and Lydia took in a deep breath and smiled. "Ready?"

"No," the two replied.

"Tough. Let's shop!"

Six hours later, Stiles was shaking in fear and Derek swore he'd never go shopping with Lydia on Black Friday again. He completely ignored the fact that he swore that every year.

Monkey: That was quick. Lol. Chapter's slightly shorter than usual, I also apologize for that.

So a classmate of mine in one of my classes last semester brought a guinea pig to class and our professor never noticed. LOL. Thought it'd be perfect to include in this fic lol. My friend hiccups like Stiles. And she's the one that told me about the sugar when I had the hiccups. It works for us xD

Um. Well I guess that's it. Anything you guys would like to see happen in this fic? I'm seriously open to any ideas! :D Please tell me ideas, I need more ideas. Lol.

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