Preference #5
Friday Nights

Isaac:

You tapped your foot on the ground impatiently as you waited for the popcorn. Isaac was sitting on the living room floor, trying to pick a movie. It was a tradition of yours. No matter what happened you two, you always cuddled on the couch for a movie every Friday night. Even the few times you were fighting. You had always wanted to have traditions, your parents weren't stable with anything. So there were no meaningful traditions in your house. You always craved the stability your friends and classmates had, and with Isaac you had the closet thing you had ever experienced to a family. Some of the pack had sat in on your movie nights more than once. It was the best thing you ever experienced. A house full of friends and people close to your heart. Isaac had given you that. "Babe! What do you want to watch? Comedy, Action, Romance, what?" Isaac called from the other room. You were slightly shocked out of your thoughts, looking up to see the microwave beeping. You quickly pulled out the bag and shook it a little, mixing the popped corn. "Comedy. How about the new one we got a few days ago?" you answered, opening and pouring the popcorn into the glass bowl with snowflakes painted on the outside of it. You grabbed the measuring cup you had earlier melted butter in and poured it over the snack. Last time at the store Isaac had bought butter less popcorn so you just made your own combination of butter and popcorn salt. Isaac for one thought it was better than the extra butter popcorn. "Horrible Bosses?" he asked as you grabbed the popcorn in one hand and balanced your drinks in the other. You walked to the living room to see Isaac sitting in the middle of a sea of movies. In his hand he held Say Anything and Horrible Bosses. You set down the snacks and wrapped you arms around his shoulders from behind him. "Yes, it's supposed to be hilarious so we have to watch it," you insisted, kissing his cheek softly. Isaac turned his head to smile st you, pecking your lips lightly before popping in the movie. You let Isaac sit down first,his right arm slinging over the back of the couch so you could sit beside him. As usual you crawled on the couch, resting your head on his thigh and curling up your legs closer to you. Isaac's arm dropped from the couch onto your back, trailing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. You smiled, pressing a his to his jean covered thigh before focusing on the movie. Oh Friday nights, definitely the best of the week.

Derek:

Derek was always secretive and closed off, even when you two started dating. Weekend nights were reserved for business, the occasional for pleasure. About three months into your relationship you realized something. Everyone did something on Fridays. Isaac and his girl watched a movie, Scott took his girl for a walk in the woods, and Stiles and his girl always played laser tag. Derek and you never did that kind of thing and now, you kind of wanted to. You wanted to have something set in stone. Something he promised, so he couldn't break the promise by doing something stupid. "Derek! You wanna go out tonight?" you yelled up the stairs, purse strapped over your shoulder. You heard a crash and then heavy footsteps toward the railing over the stairs. "Right now?" he asked, leaning over the metal piping. You momentarily lost your train of thought, seeing Derek, sweaty and shirtless. Obviously he had previously working out before you interrupted him. "Yeah. Stiles told me about this little diner he took his girlfriend to the other week. He said it was great and we should try it," you reasoned, snapping out of your distracted state. "Okay, just let me hop in the shower real quick. You can join if you like," he winked flirtatiously. You giggled and shook your head lightly. You loved this Derek, the carefree playful one. You loved it when he relaxed from his werewolf duties. He smiled widely at you and headed for the shower. Within 20 minutes, you were both at the diner, Derek's slightly damp hair was leaving a wet mark on your shoulder. He had laid his head there to softly close his eyes and ended up staying there, lifting the menu to your chest so he could read it. You laughed at him and curled your fingers in the short hair. "Well hello love birds. What can I get you to drink tonight?" the petite brunette with a small apron on and a tag that read 'Maggie' asked. You blushed lightly and looked down a Derek who was smiling up at the waitress. "I would like a Coke and Y/N here would like a Sprite if that's okay," he said, looking to you. You smiled at him and nodded your head. "You two are just so cute. I wish me and my boyfriend were like you guys. So young and in love," Maggie cooed as she wrote down the order. "I'll be back with drinks and to take your order, just so cute," she smiled brightly before skipping away. "I think I like this. Us two, just hanging out," Derek said, lightly kissing your neck. You felt your cheeks and neck flush red at the action but you continued to run your hands through his drying hair. "Me too," you whispered, pecking his. Derek smiled against your lips and kissed your cheeks as you pulled away. You ate dinner and talked the night till closing time. IT turned out to be something you both wanted to do. And soon it was you're own little tradition.

Stiles:

"Okay, if you win, we go to the library for at least 5 hours tomorrow. But if I win, we stay at home for those 5 hours and have a little fun okay," Stiles said, winking at you as he explained his part of the bet. You chewed your lip slightly, giving up the library? If it meant spending time with Stiles, you knew you would be okay with it though. "Deal. now, time to get started," you said. Stiles shook your head before running off in the other direction You ran to the left and took a hiding spot behind a cushioned wall. The countdown began, starting at 20. You watched the lights fade and the stripes on your costume and the floor, walls and obstacles began to glow. Turning on your gun you got into positions on the floor, peering from behind the wall. "7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Begin," the robotic voice faded out, replaced by a buzzer of the tie clock. 3 minutes. First to get hit wins. You heard Stiles start randomly shooting everywhere around him. Every shadow and obstacle. You huddle into the corner of the two obstacles beside and behind you, that was always your skill. You were a total camper. Stiles would always make fun of you for it but it was effective. "Y/N you freakin' camper! Coward!" Stiles shouted mockingly. You restrained yourself from laughing at your goof ball boyfriend. That's always how he found you, he would tell a few jokes and follow your laughter. But this day, you were determined. You would beat Stilinski. No matter what. You let him come to you, he was still telling jokes while you covered your hand to keep in your laughter, and when he got close enough. You sprang from your hiding place and shot your gun wildly in all directions. You heard him let out a stream of curses before you stopped shooting to see the red spot on his vest. "I WIN!" you screamed. jumping over the obstacle and onto a stunned Stiles. You wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your ankles behind his back, clinging to him happily. "You camper!" he yelled as he grabbed your sides and started to tickle you. You pleaded for him to stop, though it didn't sound like much through your giggles as you lost balance and dropped onto the floor. Stiles first. "I'm sorry. If you want we can still stay home for a few hours tonight," you winked, sitting up so you were straddling him. "I am good with that. Yes that will work please." he rambled, hugging you to him as you giggled into his chest. Friday nights, were always the funniest.

Scott:

"Let me grab my coat real quick! Allison said it was really chilly out tonight!" you yelled down the stairs as you rushed back to Scott's room. You looked between your jacket and one of Scott's sweatshirts. With a smile you grabbed the black sweatshirt and slipped it on over your head. "Well hurry the moon will be up soon, we gotta go!" Scott yelled from the door making you roll your eyes. But still you jogged to the stairs, hopping down them, three at a time, until you stood in front of him. "That my sweatshirt?" he asked, eye baling your torso. You blushed and looked at the ground, a small blush rising in your cheeks. Scott laughed loudly at your embarrassment, before reaching out to grab you waist and pull you onto his back. "Gonna have to run to get to the pond in such little time," he said before taking of out the front door. A small giggle escaped your mouth as you disappeared into the woods. You felt a small chill as the cold night air nipped at our face and neck, blowing your hair behind you as Scott weaved through the trees. You were beginning to be very thankful for picking the sweatshirt. It was thicker than the jacket, and you could still feel the cold air on your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. "How far?" you yelled over the wind into Scott's slightly pointy ear. His ear twitched lightly at the harsh sound, but he still responded to her. "We just passed the trail that had the steel jaw traps," he yelled back so you could hear. You nodded even though he couldn't see you, and huddled into his back, seeking as always. you found some with Scott. The immunity to sickness came with the high temperature, so the boy was like a space heater. You closed you eyes and took a deep breath. Breath in his scent combined with the woodsy scent around you. And when you opened your eyes, you had stopped, letting Scott set you down so you could walk together to the water's edge. You sat in silence as the moon rose higher and higher,until it's reflection in the water looked perfect. You slowly leaned out to place your finger tips in the clear water, watching as the vibrations traveled through the water, through the crystal clear sliver of the moon. "I love you," you felt Scott whispered lowly into your ear, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer, grabbing your wet hand and holding it in his. While he warmed you up you placed a soft kiss on his mouth. Smiling at him with your eyes closed. "I love you Y/N," he whispered back to you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, you nose before laying his lips over yours, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment. The intimacy of Friday nights.