"Maybe we should just not go by their house." Scott said as Stiles turned onto the road, stopping at a crossroads. "Like maybe we can find a phone book and look up the Hale's number."

"They still make phone books?" Stiles raised his left eyebrow, shaking his head as he looked at his phone. "Left. Um, no, I already looked online. No Hale records. Except for Cora being in sophomore year's drama play. Oh, and something about a Laura, but I think that was a college fundraising drive. Here, hold my phone and tell me the next direction. The sound on it is all messed up so I can't hear Siri."

"Did you drop it again? Come on Siri, we want to hear your sweet robot voice," Scott cooed as he held the phone in his hand. "You have angry birds on here?" He hit the home button and Stiles swore as he motioned at the phone.

"Scott! The directions! Focus, man!"

"You have candy crush!" Scott exclaimed, hitting the app button. "This road looks long, give me one round."

"Scott, I am never trusting you with being the map guy again." Stiles slowed down and reached over, grabbing his phone out of Scott's hands. Scott made a needy whine, then reached in his pocket to get his own phone. He opened up candy crush.

"Stiles, you had more battery life on yours. I think you should give me that phone and use this one for the map," Scott reasoned, and Stiles snorted as he looked at the directions, turning down another road.

"One of these things is more important than the other." He commented, putting down his phone. "Don't use it Scott, we have to get back too. There's a few turns that throw me off. Everything looks the same out here. Probably why they made their home base here. Throw off law enforcement." He spotted the house ahead, and slowed down to a stop. He stared at the building, glaring at it. "Doesn't look like there's anyone home."

Scott put down his phone and glanced at the structure. "So we both going up there?" He unbuckled his seat belt, and Stiles nodded as he did the same. They huddled around each other as they approached the house, and Stiles stopped on the porch. Scott gave him a look, motioning for him to follow before he rapped his knuckles on the door.

When no one responded, Scott looked at Stiles and shrugged. "Maybe no one's home. I mean, we just got off school. They could be out-"

The door swung open, and an older woman with snow white hair in a bun looked at the two of them with a weary gaze. "Yes?"

Stiles opened his mouth, but the woman nodded knowingly and shut the door again before he could utter a syllable. He stared at the wooden door for a moment before he looked at Scott and said, "Rude! What the hell? Did she just shut the door on us?" Scott grinned, trying not to laugh. Stiles glared at him.

"Okay, dude, we just got reversed ding dong ditched. That was funny as hell. Who is that, his grandmother?" Scott nudged Stiles, "Laugh, that was funny dude. Come on, what happened to your sense of humor?"

"Well obviously she's in this family because I think they're all rude as hell. And that was funny, but I'm not laughing right now. I'll laugh later." He grumbled as he walked over to a window, looking in. Scott watched him, still grinning. "Wait, yeah, I see someone else coming." He walked back over to the door, hands on his hips as he waited.

Derek opened the door, looking at Stiles with a far less than eager expression. "What?"

"What? That's all you have to say? After today?" Stiles said, and Scott reached over and put a hand on Stiles' shoulder to calm him.

"Hey, Derek, right?" Scott asked, and Derek nodded, his eyes narrowing as he looked Scott up and down. "We were wondering if you wanted to like, go hang out with us. You know, like a group thing. Coffee somewhere."

"Where?" Derek asked shortly, and Scott looked at Stiles.

"Downtown shop. The one with the cricket on the logo." Stiles watched as Derek leaned on the door frame, arms crossed.

"Hoppy Days? No. Where else."

"You gave that like two seconds of consideration!" Stiles said, then ran his hand through his hair as he said, "I don't know, Starbucks on second street?"

"No. Bad service. Somewhere else."

Stiles' hands clenched as Derek shot down his suggestion before he barely had it out, and Scott could tell the other was tensing up. "Well, hey, we could always go bowling," He suggested, giving Derek a small smile. "Invite your...family? Or just one of them. So we have teams."

Derek stared at Scott for a painfully long minute, then leaned in the door as he yelled, "Peter, bowling?"

"No," Peter's voice came back from somewhere in the house, and Derek looked at Scott again.

"These people, Scott," Stiles said, sighing with exasperation. "Okay, we tried. No coffee, no bowling. Do you people do anything but abduct teenagers or is that your family outing?"

Derek frowned as he said with a sincere look, "But that's so fun. I mean, you keep coming back. We just can't abduct you often enough apparently."

"You people are infuriating." Stiles spat as he threw his hands in the air, then stormed off the porch. Derek grinned as he watched Scott trail after his friend.

"Wait, I'm kidding. I'm just kidding. Jeez," He chuckled, and called after them as they walked away. "Okay, we play pool. Downtown. There's a bar called the Den. Be there Saturday at ten."

"Don't look back at him, it only gives him satisfaction," Stiles said angrily to Scott, and Scott turned and waved to Derek as they headed back to the jeep.

"Okay, ten Saturday. We'll be there!" He yelled back to Derek as he hopped in the car as Stiles fastened his seat belt, glaring at Derek. Derek smirked from the doorway, then shut the door.

"That guy is an asshole." Stiles glared at Scott. "I'm going to beat him at pool. And then I'm going to take the stick and smack him over the head with it repeatedly. I hate that look he has on his face like everyone is an idiot. It's so cocky. He's a cocky asshole."

"Just do the first thing, okay," Scott laughed. "Look, you don't know what they're planning. What's that saying everyone goes on about? Keep your friends' lemons, but throw out your enemies' lemonade?"

"You've got two mushed together there, Scott. It's keep your friends close but your enemies closer, and when life gives you lemons, make lemonade," He started the jeep, sighing, "Yeah, you're right though. Maybe I could even figure out what they're doing and tell my dad, then he can put them all behind bars somehow," As they rolled out onto the road, he turned on his phone and read the directions as he muttered.

"God knows that baby would be better off in a normal household."