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Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 2

And when the night is falling,

Down the sky at midnight.

Another year is stalling,

Far away a good bye, good night.

A soft knock on his door made Derek jump. Frowning, he stopped drying his hair and moved to lower the music that played on his laptop, throwing the towel aside to land on his bed as he gripped the handle and opened his bedroom door only to reveal Scott's smiling face grinning up at him.

"Hi." Derek said, blinking slowly. Scott's grin widened and his eyes twinkled in mischief.

"Whatcha doin'...?" He asked and leaned against the doorframe, pulling at the words in a frightening sing-song voice. Derek huffed. As if he didn't know. He turned back around, shuffling through his closet in search of a decent shirt.

"Getting ready for the spring party my way-too-geeky-brother won't come to because it's a 'school night'." Derek smirked and glanced back at his little brother, watching the shit-eating grin slide off Scott's face. "Seriously, Scott. It's probably the only good tradition this town ever had, and you're gonna miss it?"

"Well, but it is a school night." The younger brother said in a defensive tone, crossing his arms over his chest as he approached Derek's bed and dropped on it with a soft 'oof' sound. "We don't get April's fools day off, and I really can't afford to miss any more classes. I'm doing bad enough as it is."

"Really...?" Derek stopped his search in the closet and frowned again, and his brow creased as he was watching his little brother with a mix of confusion, surprise, and something else Scott could not name exactly. "Dad never told me-"

"That I suck at school?" Scott snorted, untangling his arms and leaning back, dark brown eyes still focused on his big brother. "Yeah, not exactly something he likes to brag about. I'm not as smart as you, big brother." He smiled, though Derek could see the corners of his mouth twitching down, as if he had to fight to keep the smile intact.

"Yes, you are." Derek growled in response, low and dark and pissed. He approached the bed and leaned down, his fingers itching to grab a handful of Scott's shirt and shake him. "Listen to me, dumbass. You are not stupid, or useless, or a failure. No matter what that asshat think. You hear me?" He said slowly, his expression dangerous and his fist suddenly gripping at the front of Scott's shirt. No one would make his brother feel worthless.

Scott nodded, wide brown eyes staring into green in admiration.

"Yeah... yeah." He finally mumbled.

"Good." Derek huffed, letting go of Scott's gray T-shirt and straightening up, walking towards his mirror. He ran a hand through his still wet hair, dark eyebrows coming together in a frown. "Now, don't you have anything better to do than bothering me while I'm getting ready?"

"Nope." Scott's teasing smile was growing again, and in the mirror he saw an almost invisible smile softening Derek's grave expression. "Not really."

"Of course not." Derek said, closing his eyes for a second and huffing out a laugh.

Finding the courage to face his father after dropping out was worth it, Derek decided. It was worth it, because he got to come back home, to see his little brother... to have this, whatever it was. After all, Scott was his everything.

"Derek?"

"What."

"...thanks."

Yeah. Definitely. He's worth it.

"Stiles! Stiles!"

Lydia's chirpy voice was almost inaudible comparing to the loud booming music, but Stiles still turned around and cocked his head in question, watching the strawberry-blonde girl making her way towards him through the crowded hall.

"Don't disappear like that," She called in her shrill voice, scolding him with her full lips pulled in a cute pout. Stiles smiled.

Why. Are you scared? He waved his hands quickly, teasingly smirking down at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Don't take that tone with me!" She squeaked and crossed her arms across her chest, delicate eyebrows coming together in a pouty frown. She glanced around at the crowded room, eyes flicking nervously back to Stiles. "...I just don't want to lose you."

Stiles placed a hand over his heart, lips parting in a mocking expression of wonder. Batting his eyelashes at her he let out a short laugh, and she punched his arm, snickering.

"You, are a jackass." She huffed loudly and shook her head, her tone final. "You know what I mean."

Yeah, yeah. Stiles waved his hand lightly, rolling his eyes.

"Did you see where Isaac went?" She chirped and looked around again, her finger drumming worriedly on her crossed arm. Stiles shook his head, and chuckled darkly.

Probably still looking for his hook-up of tonight. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"You are disgusting!"

Oh, don't pout. Stiles motioned with a wide grin. Someone might fall in love with your smile. He glanced up, eyes wandering towards a tall, handsome dirty-blond guy who stood next to the snack table, surrounded by a few of the other guys from their Lacrosse team. Jackson Whittemore, his name was, and Stiles knew he was Lydia's latest crush. She saw where his gaze went, and a pale blush crept onto her cheeks, her breath hitching.

"You think?" She asked, her green eyes wide, and Stiles couldn't even hear her over the music anymore. He smirked and elbowed her gently, nodding his head at Jackson.

Come on, He motioned encouragingly, gestures wide and enthusiastic. You look beautiful tonight. Go out there and break some hearts.

Apparently, this was all the pep-talk Lydia needed, and so she turned her head to Stiles and flashed him her brightest, most beautiful smile and straightened up, brushing at her dark blue dress. Her strawberry-blonde hair bounced back as she turned her back to him with a swing and marched forwards, hips swaying and heels clicking quickly.

Stiles watched as she cockily tapped at Whittemore's shoulder, silently laughing to himself as Lydia pretty much dragged a very stunned Jackson behind her to the dance floor and bossily hooked her arms around his waist. She really was something, Stiles thought and turned around and went to get himself a drink.

With a large cup of Jack-and-Coke, Stiles made his way around the crowded, loud halls and found himself drifting out onto a balcony he didn't even know was there, thankful for the fresh air and the lack of booming music that he could still faintly hear playing behind the glass doors. He leaned forwards onto the metal rail, his half empty cup hanging loosely from his hand, staring up at the bright full moon. His leg lightly bounced to the beat of the music from inside as he was watching the soft silver light that was washing over the grass surrounding the theatre, and Stiles smiled down as people of all ages still kept showing up for the party.

He sighed contentedly. This year's spring party really was something.

Yeah...

His mind was already slightly buzzing, and he closed his eyes to shake it off. It was way too early for him to be that drunk.

When he opened his eyes again, everything seemed to slow down.

The light that suddenly washed the loan was bright and blinding, and when it was abruptly turned off Stiles could see a beautiful black Camaro parked at the side of the road. With his cup almost dropping out of his grip and eyes still glued to the driver's door, he impatiently waited to see who it was that was driving this kickass car. No one in this town drove a car like that.

And when the door opened and the guy slid out of the car with fluid motions, lean shoulders trapped in an elegant leather jacket and face like a Greek God... Stiles couldn't stop himself from nervously licking his lips.

Oh my God, He thought. His heart rate picking up, he swallowed hard as the guy slammed his door shut and glanced up as if he knew Stiles was staring, his eyes landing right on Stiles.

His breath hitched.

He's fucking gorgeous.

And when the cold wind's blowing,

Snow drifts through the Pine trees.

In houses lights are glowing,

Likewise in your eyes that find me here.

A/N: Song used: "All That I Want" / The Weepies.

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