I'm not proud of this but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Chapter 12 will be up shortly (its ready to go up now but I just want to make sure I've started 13 before 12 goes up).

D0ctor will be please with chapter 13 hopefully. Also Blooboy70 has forced my hand...you'll see what I mean.

LLL - No time travel necessary, ask and you shall receive.

And I shall try staying awesome. You all better do it with me though.

Enjoy.

Chapter 11

Stiles left Danny in the kitchen as he ran upstairs to change, he wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to change but he didn't think he was dressed appropriately for bingo. He ran through a few options and decided that dark jeans with a plain grey shirt were far more appropriate than cargo shorts and a graphic t-shirt. When he fixed himself in the mirror and ran downstairs Danny looked rather surprised.

"Thought you were just grabbing your wallet and jacket?"

It wasn't an accusation but a Stiles still felt sheepish "I was but then I saw what I was wearing and I didn't like it."

"I thought you looked ok, I'm liking this better though." he said while 'casually' looking stiles up and down. "You almost look like a grown-up for a change."

"Hey!" Stiles complained while going red. "Don't you want me to look good for your nan?"

"You're supposed to be my date, not my nan's." this time it was Danny that went red from words he hadn't meant to say.

Stiles just stared at him, unsure what to say and not wanting to stay silent in case Danny got the wrong idea.

"Sorry, that wasn't supposed to come out like that, I mean it's a friend date or something. Did I freak you out? Please say I didn't freak you out..."

"Is there a difference between being surprised and freaked out? I'm just a bit surprised. Let's go." he said as he slipped on his shoes again.

The car journey was less awkward than he expected - Danny had insisted on driving so he left his jeep at home and called shotgun ironically. Danny told him not to be intimidated by his gran's peculiar habits or general weirdness. Stiles just asked "do you even know me? I'm pretty much the definition of weird." that warranted another laugh from Danny.

When they pulled up next to a very normal looking little house with a very normal front door, stiles wasn't quite prepared for the hat (and the lady beneath it) that came out. The hat was definitely the weirdest part of her outfit. It was bright purple with green dots, looked liked it used to be a normal summer hat but the large rim was pinned back at the front to make a straight edge on which rested a pineapple. Stiles couldn't help but ask, "Is that a pineapple on her head?" Danny looked apologetic while nodding. "How does it even stay on?"

"She hollows them out then sows them on. She has to keep buying new pineapples when she wants to wear that hat because she doesn't believe in putting a fake pineapple on it."

The old lady eventually made it to the car several locks on the door and a short walk later. She stood outside the car though until Danny nudged him to move. He got the idea, jumped out and held the door open for her, resigning himself to the back seat even though he called shotgun. "What a lovely young man you have," she was informing Danny, "Clearly chivalry isn't dead. You've got a keeper." Clearly she assumed that Stiles was Danny's boyfriend. "Maybe you'll finally get lucky and stop complaining to me about that Jackson boy being a cocktease." she continued. Stiles nearly died in the backseat and Danny looked like he went red from head to toe.

"Nan! Remember there are things that you shouldn't say? That is definitely one of them."

"Which part?" she asked almost innocently.

"Please don't say anything about my sex life." The tomato driving the car almost pleaded. Stiles felt slightly cruel for calling him a tomato but it was almost a compliment, he quite liked tomatoes.

"Do you mean your lack of-" She had started to say before being cut off by Danny's groan that also sounded a lot like the word "Nan!"

Stiles was sniggering in the back seat while this took place but the old lady was finished with Danny and wanted fresh meat. "What you laughing at back there buzz cut? Do you like my hat?" Stiles looked in the mirror at Danny for help, his eyes just said sorry before he focused on the road. "Umm...it definitely makes a statement, do you wear it a lot?" Stiles knew he had done something wrong when Danny groaned again. 'Oh no.' was the emotion he felt. The deep sense of dread just before it all goes horribly wrong. In Stiles case it was a conversation about hats. The old lady dutifully informed him of her vast collection of hats including ('but not limited to'): the size, shape, colour or colours, weight, volume of water it could hold, accessories, number on her waterproof scale (the one she was wearing was a three or five (she only used odd digits)) and possible alterations to be made of around 40 hats before they arrived at the bingo hall. Stiles couldn't help but think the lady was crazy and immediately knew what putting up with him must be like for Scott when he was out of Adderall.

Danny insisted on paying for Stiles and for the second time that day he thought he was on a date. Danny paying seemed to be common practice though as his nan walked straight past the man selling envelope sized pieces of paper - while looking like he was dead inside - and into the hall through the door on the left. The older teen kept up an incessant chatter about how sorry he was for his nan's behaviour as well as general information he might need like toilets through the door on the right, first door you come to is women and the second door down the hall was men.

When they walked into the hall with two bingo tickets each, which stiles thought was overkill, they didn't have to go searching for the eccentric old lady because they always sat in the same seats. Stiles still had a glance around the room out of curiosity. The hall was just a big box room that looked as old as the people using it. The walls looked dry and cracked, wallpaper peeling around the edges with damp patches in the ceiling close to the far right corner. Stiles could even see a hole in the back wall with wiring visible and couldn't quite understand why the place hadn't been fixed. The mismatched tables and chairs occupying the room weren't much better with only a few chairs having no visible holes and fewer still looking like they had been cleaned recently. The tables were stained from use, he wasted quite sure he wanted to know what some of the spillages were but he was pretty sure most were coffee, a few looked sticky and were assumed to be soft drinks and the rest looked like you were better off not knowing.

They made their way down the aisle nearest the entrance toward the long table to the right of a small stage, on which was a small cage full of balls which Stiles vaguely remembered was for spinning till a ball popped out. This was turning out to be one of those retro bingo games that Stiles just knew would have old ladies screaming at each other for cheating.

Danny wasn't willing to put Stiles through anymore torture than necessary and took the seat next to his nan. Stiles mouthed a silent thanks before taking the seat beside Danny. The tickets were split between them and Stiles was offered what looked like a giant weird shaped marker pen that he could quite remember the reason for. He knew it was for scoring or marking numbers off but couldn't quite remember why it was a weird shape.

Danny's nan practically pushed the older teen out of her way as she leaned towards Stiles, "Here's the thing Danny'sBoyfriend," Stiles definitely didn't like his new nickname, she even made it sound like one word, "If all your numbers come up, Danny and I have kept up the tradition that we don't shout Bingo. Instead you shout an insult at that man up there because I know he's cheating me. But the rule is it must be bingo themed or have a bingo word in it, like fatty." Confusion was plastered on Stiles' face, but she continued anyway, "Fat people have cellulite and if its on your arms I call it bingo wings which has bingo in it and so fatty is a feasible insult for tonight. However, you could just swear at him if you can't think of anything." Her last sentence was accompanied by an evil glint in her eyes and a smile that said she understood full well what she was doing.

Danny took the moment of silence as an opportunity to whisper, "Please don't." in his ear before turning to the stage as the suicidal looking man started turning the cage without any introductions.

Stiles was overly relieved when he heard a lady across the room shout 'bingo', meaning their second game was over and Stiles didn't need to insult the small man on stage. His relief was short lived as Nanny (Danny's nan as Stiles had named her. It was only fair he give her a nickname) came back from using the lady's room holding another bunch of tickets. He died a little inside but again resigned himself to the wishes of the old lady because Danny seemed genuinely happy to have company his own age at this event

Three more tickets were won, Nanny had brought them five each. Stiles was enjoying himself until the fourth ticket though. Rising horror and dread had been his faithful companions throughout the games as he got closer to winning but there were no words to describe the feeling of being one number away from having to shout insults at the already depressed looking man on stage. And then it happened, 'Two little ducks. twenty two.' Stiles would hate ducks for the rest of his life. He shouted "Bingo." and Nanny glared at him before shouting "Fatty!" Danny found his bingo sheet extremely interesting and sunk into his chair embarrassed.

At the end of the night, the three left the bingo hall a little richer. Stiles had insisted on splitting the $200 he won but Danny wouldn't allow him to split it equally so he had kept $100 and convinced Danny that because of gas prices and ticket prices he should accept the money and stop complaining about it belonging to Stiles.

Nanny was first to be dropped off at her house, she kissed Danny on the cheek and told him to be good before winking at Stiles and telling him not to keep Danny up all night, much to Danny's discomfort. Stiles got into the front seat before they left Nanny's house and fiddled with the radio so there wasn't an awkward silence. The drive was short and silent as the two boys lost themselves in their own thoughts while they half-listened to songs they didn't really know.

When they arrived at Stiles' house, the cruiser was still absent meaning the sheriff was on night shift again, Stiles was getting out of the car until he noticed Danny doing the same and stopped to question him. Before he could form the words in his head though, Danny was already out and pulling the passenger side door open for Stiles. He really wasn't us what this was but it felt incredibly uncomfortable and he thought he knew where it was going. Rising horror and dread came back to say hello on the walk to his front door. His thoughts were flashing through his head so rapidly trying to work out what to do.

If he let Danny continue to walk him to his door then he'd have to let Danny kiss him goodnight and he wasnt quite sure if he felt that kind of thing for the jock. He reasoned that it would be nice to have someone his own age to date, Derek was clearly not going to happen. However, if he led the guy on and decided he didn't actually reciprocate Danny's feelings then he would end up hurting the guy and he didn't want that because Danny was a really nice guy even though he pretended not to be in front of Jackson. Danny was likeable and there for him when he needed someone and that counted for a lot in Stiles' mind. Too late though, he was at the door.

He fished in his pockets for his keys facing the door to send a semi-clear message that he didn't really want to be kissed but Danny was having none of it... "Stiles." damn his automatic reactions to hell and back. He turned at the mention of his name and was caught by those eyes that radiated innocence and naïveté. He was stuck facing the guy now with no escape, "I just wanted to tell you I had fun tonight. And sorry about my nan. I promise to take you on a proper date sometime." the eyes that had started talking so confidently finished talking to his feet. Danny brought his eyes back up to Stiles face before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on the smaller boys lips. Stiles mind went blank. Actually that was a lie, his mind asked so many questions he couldn't properly focus on one and so it was almost the same as going blank because nothing worked. The kiss only lasted a second or two at most but Danny managed to convey plenty in those seconds before pulling away, saying night and driving away. Stiles was standing on his porch even after Danny's car had disappeared round a corner, lost in thought and not quite knowing what he wanted. Tea would be good though. He hadn't had tea in a while. He unlocked the door, went inside and started busying himself around the kitchen as he made a pot of tea. There were dishes to wash and a note telling him dinner was in the fridge, stiles was amazed by how many dishes his dad could use when he ordered take-out. He grabbed the Chinese take-out box, a fork, teaspoon, and a mug and set them on a tray before grabbing sugar, milk and the teapot to join the other stuff on the tray. He decided that the incessant babble of tv during dinner would drown out his thoughts and maybe even send him to sleep if he was lucky, he knew sleep would hide behind his thoughts on the day's events. Boys were like buses, you wait a long long time for one and then two come along at once.

Stay tuned...