Seeing Derek last night in the diner with that guy just made me instantly jealous. It shouldn't have; I didn't even know who the guy was. But I knew Dereks only other friend was Erica, or so I was led to believe. Was this Dereks boyfriend? And why were they dressed up so smart? So many questions were running through my head that I wanted to ask Derek. But I couldn't, it would just make me look insane. I was relieved when he texted me asking me to come round. Obviously I wasn't going to say no. I was dying to see him again. Maybe I could find out about this blonde haired guy who I couldn't stop being jealous of. When I arrived at Dereks house it was about 10am. I had texted him to tell him I was setting off, to make sure he had my pancakes ready. He wasn't getting out of making me them, no way. When he opened the door to me, the smell of pancakes hit me straight away and I just grinned. I liked the idea of Derek cooking breakfast for me. It's just a shame it wasn't breakfast from staying over. In the kitchen, Derek passed me a plate with the pancakes, and sat opposite me with just an apple.

"You not having any?" I asked, taking a bite from my pancake.

"I'm not very hungry". He answered, just looking at his apple. It was taking everything I had to not burst out and just ask him about his friend from last night. But I really wanted to know.

"Did you have a good night last night?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Uh, I guess so". He finally took a bite of his apple. "You?"

"Yeah. Well to be fair, I'd only gone out for some late night snack, nothing too interesting". I said, hoping he would tell me what he'd been up too. As I'm pretty sure he hadn't just been to the diner going by his outfit choice.

"Right". Was all Derek said to me. I had to just ask him if I wanted to know.

"So do you always dress like that to visit the Diner?" I questioned.

"Sorry?" He looked up at me.

"Last night, in your suit, at the diner?" I pushed. Man, it was so hard to get anything out of him. I guess I didn't exactly make it easy for myself. I could have just asked him straight out what I wanted to know.

"Oh right". Derek chuckled to himself. "I was at a wedding before. Kind of a last minute date thing". Derek smiled. A wave of sadness fell over me at the mention of a 'date'. Did this mean that he was this guys date to the wedding? I tried not to let him see how upset I was by this, and just smiled back at him.

"Well that makes more sense then. So that guy you were with, he was your date?" I really hoped I didn't make it obvious that I was completely jealous of this guy.

"No". Derek just laughed. "I was forced there by Erica since her boyfriend couldn't go and I was her stand in date. I actually just met Isaac there, he's a nice guy". Derek went over to start washing some pots, and I followed him over to help. I was even more jealous right now. Derek had met this Isaac guy at the wedding last night. So what did that mean? Derek didn't just talk to people. So did he have a crush on him? I'm pretty sure this Isaac guy didn't beg his way into Dereks life like I did. I hated how I was feeling but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stand the thought of Derek being with anyone but myself. I was just about to question him more about Isaac when there was a knock at the door. Derek seemed a little confused, obviously not expecting anyone round. When he walked back into the kitchen, this Isaac guy was following.

"Uh, Stiles this is Isaac. Isaac, this is Stiles". Derek introduced us, going back to finish his washing up. Isaac held out his hand to me and I took it out of politeness.

"Nice to meet you". Isaac smiled at me.

"You too". I tried my hardest to fight the jealousy inside of me. Why was he here? This guy was very good looking and I just knew that if Derek was into guys that he would definitely fancy him. And I was sure he was into guys. So I had no chance with Isaac in the picture.

"I'm not interrupting am I"? Isaac asked, looking between us both. YES, I wanted to shout, but obviously I didn't. I just kept quiet.

"No". Derek replied. I felt awful right then. I wanted to leave as the pain in my heart was just hurting too much. I didn't want to be here to watch them together. No way. Before Isaac had a chance to say anything else, I chimed up.

"I should go actually". I mumbled, making my way to the front of the house.

"Why?" Derek turned to look at me.

"I, um, just should". I could not think of any excuse and I knew what I had said sounded pathetic. Obviously Isaac did to.

"Dude, you don't have to leave on my account". He said. I hated the way he smiled at me as if nothing was wrong.

"I'm not". I answered.

"Well, I only came round to give you your jacket back Derek. You left it in my car". Isaac turned to Derek. I hadn't noticed the jacket in his hand before. This did it for me and I just hurried to leave. Why was his jacket in his car? My heart felt like it was breaking slowly. I hated the fact I was feeling like this. I hadn't even known Derek a month yet and already I was in love with him. It was stupid really.

I had just got to my jeep when I heard Isaac call out my name. I really wanted to just ignore him but I didn't want to be rude.

"Yeah?" I called back, watching him run up to me.

"Are you ok?" He asked. I tried not to frown at him. Why was he asking me this? He didn't even know me so why should he care.

"Yes". I lied.

"Look, you should stay". Isaac said, gesturing toward the house. "Derek seemed real bummed that you left".

"Yeah right". I couldn't help but frown this time.

"Wait, are you...do you?" Isaac chuckled a little to himself, which annoyed me a little.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"There's nothing like that between Derek and I". Isaac smiled.

"Nothing like what?" I asked, trying to sound like I had no idea what he was meaning. Even though I knew damn right what he meant. I couldn't help but perk up a little at what he had said.

"You know what I mean Stiles. Derek and I, we are just friends. Actually, we aren't even friends, just acquaintances really. I would like to be friends with him, but nothing more". Isaac reassured me.

"Oh". Was all I could think to say.

"Go back inside man". Isaac said as he headed for his car. "I'll see you around".

It was ridiculous how much happiness I felt considering how much pain I had being feeling minutes earlier. I wanted to just run right back into the house and kiss Derek there and then. But I couldn't. In fact, if Isaac could see from a five minute encounter that I liked Derek, did that mean Derek knew? No, he couldn't. Otherwise he would have ditched me already. Just as I decided to make my way back inside, Derek appeared at the door.

"Stiles?" He called to me. "Are you coming back inside?" He didn't have to ask me twice. I jogged back over to where he stood. "Do you actually need to leave?" He asked.

"Uh, no". I replied.

"Good". He smiled at me and walked back inside.

After finishing up the cleaning in the kitchen, I decided to ask Derek for a house tour.

"What?" He asked, clearly stunned by my question. I don't know why though, it was a perfectly reasonable request.

"I've been here a couple of times now and I've only ever seen the kitchen and living room. Oh and once your bedroom. You're house is huge man, it's only fair you show me around. You know, given that I am your dear friend". I grinned up at him, hoping he would give in to me.

"Sure, go look round". He waved me off.

"No". I complained. "You have to show me". I grabbed onto his arm, tugging at him.

"Fine". Derek growled in response. I mentally high fived myself for getting him to do this. He showed me around the house which included a library. Yes, a library. Not like a huge one or anything but it was still impressive. There was also a games room upstairs with a bar in. I asked Derek why I had never been in and he just shrugged. I would definitely be using that room in the future. After he had shown me round the house (avoiding a few rooms he said were his uncles), we retreated back to the living room. That's when I noticed a door in the corner, which I had never noticed before.

"What's through there?" I asked.

"Just the basement". Derek answered.

"Oh. Can I see?"

"Whatever". Derek made his way over, opening the door and leading me down the stairs. When we got down I just laughed at what I saw in front of me.

"What?" Derek turned to look at me.

"A gym? I should have guessed!" I chuckled away to myself. Of course Derek would have a gym in his house. "Just the basement my ass".

"It is".

"Yeah, if basements come with state of the art gym equipment".

Derek didn't say anything else; he just stood waiting for me to finish looking about. As much as I wanted to play with these machines, I had to stop myself. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of Derek. Not again. So I decided to head back up the stairs. Only apparently this was able to do just what I had wanted to avoid. I was only about to reach the second step when I slipped backward, falling right into Dereks arms. Thankfully he was behind me to catch my fall. I felt myself blush instantly, for two reasons. One, the fact I had fallen. Two, the fact I had fallen into Derek, and he had him arms around me; which of course, I loved.

"Stiles!" Derek shouted out. "I swear, only you could fall on the second step". Derek turned me around and eventually let go of me.

"Sorry". I mumbled, embarrassed by what had just happened.

"Come on". Derek led me back up the stairs, making sure I didn't fall again. Once back up we both sat on the sofa next to each other. I had sat a little closer to him than I probably should have, but he didn't budge.

"Have you always been so clumsy?" Derek asked me, resting his legs on the coffee table in front of us.

"Yes". I replied. I didn't tell him that I'm worse around him though.

"I guess it's a good job I'm here to save you". Derek laughed lightly. I smiled at this, adoring the fact that he was here for me.

"Sure is sourwolf".

"Stop calling me that". Derek complained.

"No". I grinned mischievously at him. I liked my little name for him, and I liked how much it wound him up. Sometimes he would just ignore it, but other times, like right now he couldn't.

"Don't make me hurt you". He scowled at me now, but I knew he was just putting it on.

"You wouldn't". I winked at him playfully, teasing to see his reaction.

"Wouldn't I?" He asked, sitting up now.

"No way". I smiled. That's when reached over and tackled me into a position where he was leaning over me.

"You really think so?" He was grinning down at me now, his face so close to mine. I couldn't help but get excited by the close proximity of our bodies and this meant I couldn't find anything to say to him. I realised then that I was staring at his lips and instantly tried to find somewhere else to look. I then found myself looking into his eyes which were staring right back down at me. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever (which was actually only about a minute), when Dereks phone rang. I really didn't want him to move, I just wanted him to stay there for a while longer. I wanted to kiss him and to just be with him but I couldn't. And the phone ruined my blissful moment. Even though I knew it was just friendly play with Derek, it was perfect to me. Derek seemed a little annoyed at his phone as he got up to answer it.

"What do you want?" He answered. I found it amusing that he would answer his phone like that. It was just typical Derek. "Yes Erica, I'm fine. No thanks to you. I'm busy right now though so I'll call later, ok? Yes, bye". Derek hung up the phone and sat back down right next to me, our legs touching.

"Sorry". Derek mumbled, making himself comfortable on the sofa again. Unfortunately he wasn't back in his previous position. But this was good enough.

"It's ok". I smiled. "Erica checking up on you?" I teased, wondering if she did this all the time.

"She left me at the wedding to go see her boyfriend. She was just checking I got home safe". He answered, reaching for the TV control.

"Ah right". I answered. He had put some documentary on about animals for us to watch. I didn't object to this, finding it quite interesting to watch. I didn't realise whilst doing it, but at some point I had rested my head against Derek and he hadn't pushed me away. I stayed like this for whole time we sat there, and just kept thinking how awesome it was. After a while, I decided to ask him about his uncle. I was curious as to why he was never here.

"Derek?" I asked

"Yes?"

"Does your uncle ever come home?" I was really hoping I wasn't asking him anything too personal. Thankfully he didn't push me away or anything. He seemed fine answering me.

"He comes home when it's my birthday and Christmas mostly. He tries to come home as much as possible but it's hard for him". Derek said.

"Oh. Where does he work?"

"He travels a bit but he is mainly located in London".

"Really?" I was quite shocked at this. I thought maybe he was just somewhere else in America. Not a whole different country.

"Yes".

"Why don't you live there with him?" I pushed on, hoping I wasn't stepping too far.

"I didn't want too. Plus, even if I did I still wouldn't see him much".

"Don't you get lonely?" I asked.

"Sometimes, but I have Erica". Derek admitted. "And you". He hesitated at that.

"Yeah, you certainly do". I reassured him. I dared to snuggle into him a bit more, feeling more comfortable in doing so. He still didn't push me away; he just let me do it. My heart warmed at how great it felt to be here with Derek. I could stay like this forever, snuggled into him.

About an hour later Derek decided we should have some lunch and so we made our way to the kitchen. He wouldn't let me help out, making me sit at the counter to watch him work. He was making us a salad which I was actually looking forward to. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until now. I kept asking if there was anything I could help with but I knew he would just keep saying now. Eventually though, probably sick of my constant nagging, he let me mix the salad cream in. Standing next to him, I nudged him whilst mixing it in.

"See? I can do something without messing up". I smiled.

"You haven't finished yet". He replied, looking at me cautiously.

"Have some faith in me!"

"I'd rather not". He laughed.

"Such a good friend you are". Thankfully I did my small job without screwing it up for once. We also got to eat lunch without me embarrassing myself which I was happy about. We were just in the middle of cleaning when my phone started ringing; it was my dad.

"Sup dad?" I asked him down the phone.

"Hey kiddo, you ok?" He answered.

"Yeah, great...you?" I was wondering why he had called as he never calls just to chat.

"Good thanks. Where are you?"

"Um , Dereks house, why?" I was curious to know why he wanted to know where I was.

"Look I need to go out of town for a day or so on a case. It shouldn't take too long and I was wondering if you would be ok on your own?" He asked. It was strange, my dad was always working but very rare was it that he needed to go out of town.

"Sure, I'll be fine. Is everything ok?" I asked.

"Yes, it's fine. Don't you worry son. You could stay round Scotts if you don't want to be at home. Or even Dereks if you like. I'll call to check in on you when I can. I've got to go; I'll see you when I get back".

"Ok, bye dad". I replied.

"Love you Stiles". He rushed in at the end before I hung up.

"Love you too dad". I said back, just before we hung up. I hoped he wasn't away for too long. I mean, I know he's never at home anyway because he's always at work. But being out of town is different to just being at work. At least I knew he would be home at some point in the night, and that he was close by if I needed him. But being out of town, it's like I was completely alone. Even if it were only for a day or two. I don't know how Derek could cope really. I know I wouldn't be able too.

"You ok?" Derek asked when I put my phone away.

"Yeah, dads just going out of town for a couple of days for work". I answered, trying not to sound too disappointed.

"Oh right. Are you ok with that?" Derek must have sensed my unease about this.

"Yeah, I just don't like being in the house knowing he's not coming back home for the night. It's stupid really; I should just get over it". I admitted to him.

"You could stay here if you don't want to be at home whilst he's away". Derek suggested. I looked up to see him smiling at me. "I mean, I know what it feels like being home alone".

"How do you do it? I can't even handle one night never mind all the time".

"You just get used to it". He shrugged. "So you want to stay here?"

"Um, if you don't mind". I replied. Inside I was ecstatic at the idea of spending the night or two over at Dereks. Of course I wanted to stay, but I didn't want to show him how excited I was at the idea of it.

"Sure, it's fine". He was still smiling at me.

"I'll have to pick up some stuff from the house". I said to him, grateful he was letting me stay.

"Ok, you want me to take you?" He asked.

"No it's fine. I'll head back soon". I answered.

"Ok". He replied, putting away the clean dishes.

I was actually so happy now that my dad was going out of town purely for the fact I got to spend the night at Dereks. So many thoughts were running through my mind but I tried to push them to the back of my head. I couldn't wait for the night ahead of me.

NOTES

I love Isaac and want to make him a regular in my fanfic so I am trying to write him in slowly. Hope you like him! Thanks for the reviews and suggestions guys! I am taking them in and plan on using them :)

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