I give you chapter 12 my peoples. Hope you enjoy.

December 12th

"Scott," Mrs. McCall yelled from downstairs. "I'm working late tonight, see you tomorrow morning."

"Bye mom!" Scott stretched out on his bed. He heard the front door close then the car start up and his mother leaving. He sighed. Studying for his last midterm tomorrow seamed like a good idea but Christmas break was already beginning to set it a day early and the laziness that came with it. A buzzing came from Scott's back pocket. He wriggled around reaching back and pulling out his phone.

NEW MESSAGE it blinked. Scott clicked on the text. It was from Isaac.

Isaac: Bored. Wanna hang?

Scott quickly typed up a reply.

Scott: Sure, come over.

Five minutes later there was a tap at Scott's window. That was fast Scot thought to himself. He opened the window letting Isaac in. The curly haired teen gracefully slipped into the room. Isaac over to Scott and grinned.

"Why are you so smiley," Scott asked laying back down on the bed. Isaac reclined next to him, hands behind his head.

"No reason," he mused. "Just in a good move."

"Uh hu," Scott teased, poking the boy in the ribs. Isaac swiped at Scott's hand, trying to protect his ticklish side. "Allison?" Isaac looked away from his friend shyly. He nodded sheepishly.

"Sorry," Isaac whispered looking away.

"I told you," Scott said placing a friendly hand on Isaac's shoulder. " It's okay, it doesn't bother me. You and Allison are together and I'm happy for you." Scott squeezed his friend's shoulder reassuringly. Isaac looked at Scott.

"Thanks man, that means a lot." Isaac smiled at his friend. Scott motioned for him to say what was on his mind. "I finally found her a gift for Christmas," Isaac said excitedly.

The Hale House was surprisingly empty tonight as Derek came in from his evening run. No signs of holiday enthused teens or intruding family members anywhere. It was strange. Derek listened for any signs of movement coming from throughout the house. Only one heartbeat sounded. It was calm yet slightly elevated and coming from the third floor. Derek quickly and quietly climbed the stairs to the top floor. He reached the landing and sniffed. He recognized the scent. Stiles.

What's he doing here? Derek thought to himself. He smirked, getting an idea. The werewolf silently stalked over to the room belonging for Stiles. The door was open but Stiles wasn't in the room. Derek noticed the teens back pack on the bed so he knew the boy had to be near. A breeze moved the curtain.

The roof. Derek thought. He peeked his head out the window and there was Stiles. Sitting on the roof just staring out at the horizon. Derek looked at a clock on the wall. It was already past 7pm so what was Stiles doing sitting on the roof, alone, on a Thursday night? Derek was curious.

"Stiles," Derek barked out, barely restraining a laugh as the teen jumped and flailed about, having been startled by the sudden appearance of another person. He grabbed his chest dramatically.

"Jesus, Derek, you've gotta stop sneaking up on me like that. I swear one day you're gonna give me a heart attack!" Derek smirked.

"Why are you on the roof," Derek asked. Stiles shrugged and wrapped his arms around his knees.

"I was bored. Thought I'd check out the view. Much nicer than the view from my roof," Stiles said staring out across the tree line. A breeze blew past making the teen shiver. Derek ducked back inside the house before climbing out the window himself, a big fluffy blanket in hand.

"Here," Derek said handing the blanket to Stiles. The teen quickly wrapped the blanket around his shivering shoulders.

"Ah, nice and toasty," Stiles said. He looked over at Derek who was still in his workout sweats and muscle shirt. Stiles lifted one side of the blanket, motioning for the werewolf to join him. Derek declined on the grounds that he was a werewolf and as such had a naturally warmer body temperature. Stiles wasn't hearing it though. The teen tossed half the blanket around the werewolf's shoulders and scooted closer to him.

"Jeez, you're like a furnace," Stiles said shifting his position.

"I told you," Derek scoffed, smirking. They sat there for a while, just sitting, staring out across the preserve. Just past the tree line the lights of Beacon Hills shimmered in the night. Stiles let out a sigh and leaned his head on Derek's bare arm. "What are you doing," Derek asked scrunching up his face.

"Shhh," Stiles whispered. "You'll ruin the moment." Derek rolled his eyes but didn't say another word. If Stiles didn't know better he'd say that Derek nudged a little closer to the teen. His better judgment told him he was imagining things.

"Shouldn't you be studying for midterms tomorrow," Derek said.

"Meh, I've been doing that all week. I need a study break." Stiles huffed out a sigh as the air around them continued to get colder. Stiles shivered a bit despite the warm blanket and living furnace sitting next to him. Derek shifted uncomfortably before placing his arm around the teens shoulders. "Sooo," Stiles said awkwardly. "About tomorrow?"

"The Light Festival," Derek answered. Stiles nodded.

"You don't have to go," Stiles whispered shyly. "If you don't want to." They were both silent for minute, both growing increasingly uncomfortable. Derek shifted before making up his mind.

"I'll go." Stiles smiled wildly. Before he could talk himself out of it Stiles had wrapped his arms around Derek's mid section in a hug.

"Thanks Der," Stiles said squeezing the older man a bit. Derek stiffened slightly before finally managing to relax and return the hug, if not a little awkwardly.

"Anytime."

Yay! Fun times! More to come!

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