Monkey: So... Anyone want to forgive me for taking so long to update? No? I didn't think so. Well, I'm back. I'm sorry, I just got caught up with college and yeah, total disaster last couple of months, but it feels good to be back into this story :D Thanks for all the amazing reviews and all the alerts and the favorites despite my absence, I love you all! :3 I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter since it's a little shorter than usual.

Also thanks for my friend who looked this over for me, cuz boy do I always have a lot of typos in my chapters n.n;

Now, onward to the story!

"Again, how do they let you drive one of these?" Stiles asked when he saw Scott holding up the keys to one of the school carts.

Today was Stiles' business class' charity day, where people could donate clothes for foster care.

Scott grinned. "Because I'm irresistible."

Stiles stared blankly at him. "Yep. No one can resist those kicked puppy eyes of yours—there, see? Those."

Kevin came up behind Stiles. "Derek and Lydia are here, you ready?"

Stiles spun around to face him. Yes, he was aware that he should probably start turning around to face people slowly like a normal person would, but this way was more fun. "Yeah, let's go."

He had finally managed to talk to Lydia about donating some clothes and she said she had an item or two that was from last season that she could give away. This morning she texted him saying she found a lot to give and had her entire trunk and backseat full of bags. Stiles was running late to his early class and didn't manage to pick up the clothes on his way. So he texted Kevin, a friend of his who was part of his business class and also helping out this charity, and he replied he'd find someone with a cart so they could drive from the student union plaza where they were going to be to the parking garages.

Derek was brought along by Lydia who found some of Derek's clothes to donate which she left in his car because she had no more room.

Scott and Kevin walked towards the cart and the other three followed them. Kevin took the passenger seat next to a grinning Scott and Stiles, Lydia and Derek climbed into the back which faced in the opposite direction.

"Ready back there?" Scott asked as he started the cart.

"Yup." Stiles replied, taking a hold of the bar beside him. Derek did the same and Lydia, who sat between them, slipped her arms through theirs to keep her from falling out of the cart.

The ride was fun, actually. It kind of felt like a roller coaster sometimes, only the three in the back couldn't see where they were headed.

Stiles didn't mind the close proximity with those two, it's just that he felt a little bad for Lydia who undoubtedly kept getting crushed every time they took a turn thanks to Derek's massive frame.

Oh what Stiles would give to have that frame up against him, preferably against a wall, or even better a bed…

"Bump." Scott would warn every time a speed bump was in their way and the three in the back could feel themselves jump a couple inches off the seat before slamming back down once they passed it.

"You guys ok back there?" Scott asked, driving around a bump as best as he could.

"Never better, except for the giant bags blocking my sight, the lack of seat belts keeping me from flying out at every bump and the fact that I can't see where I'm going. So yeah, everything's going great." Stiles replied sarcastically.

Scott, not catching the sarcasm, grinned. "Awesome. Bump."

This time, Lydia and Stiles both almost flew out of the cart.

The strawberry blonde huffed indignantly and looked over at Stiles. "You're so lucky I like you or I wouldn't be doing this."

Stiles looked at her with a smile. "Thanks."

"You owe us."

"I know."

On their return trip, Lydia was too busy holding three huge bags on her lap that she almost fell out at a bump. They had gotten twelve bags out of her car and still several left to pick up before they were finished.

"I can't believe you have this much clothes to give away," Stiles commented, unable to see over the four bags in his lap. Kevin had two bags on his lap and around his legs and Derek had another three bags on him.

"Believe it because I still have a closet-full left at home." She smiled innocently.

Needless to say, Stiles' business class was incredibly happy at the sight of all the bags.

On their second trip, Lydia changed things up a bit.

"I almost fell out earlier so I'm sitting on the side. Stiles, since I don't want Derek's massive frame crushing me again at every turn, you're going to sit in the middle." She had this commanding aura that even if Stiles wasn't working for her, he would still do as she said.

He sat in the middle, trying not to focus on how his leg was leaning against Derek's and how warn his arm felt and how he wished they had less clothes on, and instead focused on the fact that Lydia's hundred pound self wouldn't be enough to hold him down at the—

"Bump."

—bumps. Right, ok, what was he going to hold onto—

The cart went over the bump and Stiles jumped higher than before and would've fallen off if not for Derek placing an arm over his midsection. Derek pushed Stiles back into his seat and Stiles blushed heavily, hoping Derek's arm wouldn't go any lower otherwise they would have a problem.

Lydia smirked as she held on tightly to the rail on the side where she now sat. "Derek, you've got some bags in your car, right?"

"Some in the backseat."

"Scott," Lydia ordered, "we're going to stop by Derek's car as well on this trip, I refuse to ride in this thing again."

"You got it, Chief."

Stiles and Derek shared a glance for a second when both recognized that the last thing Lydia needed was someone else to inflate her ego.

Thank God Jackson isn't dating her, Stiles thought, as they went up another bump and the arm kept him steady.

It was like Derek was Stiles' knight in shining armor.

Although that started making Stiles think about him being the damsel in distress that gets saved by that drop dead sexy knight in shining armor where they would proceed to having rough, wild—

"Stiles!" Lydia called out, effectively snapping Stiles out of his fantasy. She held out some bags for him that probably weighed more than she did. "Are you going to help or what?"

"Uh, right! Right!" Stiles hopped off the cart—when had they even gotten there?—and made it just in time for Lydia to drop a few bags in his arms.

Derek got all of his bags and helped set a couple with Kevin as he held on to the rest. He sat down in the cart and looked at Lydia and Stiles. The brunette scrambled to get into the cart and Lydia, who happily only carried one bag this time, sat down gracefully beside him.

"You guys ready?" Scott asked, glancing back at them.

Stiles was having a hard time balancing his bags on his lap. "No."

Scott thought he was joking and started the cart.

And one of Stiles' bags went flying off the cart.

"Dammit Scott I said no!" Stiles whined, attempting to get out of the moving cart. Luckily Derek stopped him as Scott stopped the cart, preventing him from sliding out.

The driver grinned apologetically and hopped out, running to where the bag fell out and picking it up before putting it on the other bags in Stiles' lap. He covered his glaring face.

"This is the last time I let you drive me around in one of these things," Stiles said to him as Scott started the cart again.

"Yeah, I don't know if Mr. Argent will let me drive you guys around anymore after this," Scott replied.

Lydia, Derek and Stiles all attempted to look back at him.

Scott, feeling their stares, asked, "What?"

"Mr. Argent?" Lydia repeated. "As in Allison's father?"

"Yup! He's my boss."

Stiles' jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding."

"Nope!" Scott smiled cheerfully.

Derek shook his head and Lydia mumbled something about a poor soul while Stiles chuckled. It was like something out of a TV show.

When they finally reached the plaza by the student union, the business class running the clothes charity quickly helped everyone with their bags and let them get off the cart.

"Well, since we're done here, we're heading home." Lydia announced. Her night class was canceled again and she and Derek were going home early for once.

Kevin nudged Stiles and handed him a roll of red tickets.

"Guys wait! You're not done yet!" Stiles grabbed two pens and gave one to each of the stars. "You guys gotta fill out the tickets for the raffle."

"Per bag?" Lydia asked.

"No, per item of clothing."

Lydia and Derek stared at him.

"You're kidding," Derek said, looking past Stiles to see all the business kids scrambling around to get all the clothes out of the bags and setting them into different boxes.

Lydia raised a brow as Stiles grinned at them. "Nope! Now come on, the sooner you guys finish this, the sooner you can go home."

He found another roll of raffle tickets and gave one to Derek and one to Lydia. "Just fill out your name, number and email on each of the tickets."

"Stiles, that will take days." Lydia pointed out, already knowing how many articles of clothing she had donated.

Stiles grabbed another roll and a black pen before sitting down in front of the boxes that were already filled up with clothes. The one on the right was from Lydia, the left one from Derek. "That's why I'm gonna help."

A few hours later, the entire business class was incredibly happy. Their charity project turned out to be a huge success.

When their schoolmates had seen how much Lydia and Derek had donated, they also decided to donate bags of clothes. It came down to several kids making trips to the art center of the student union to get lots more cardboard boxes.

Derek finished filling out his raffle tickets an hour before Lydia and decided to stay and help Stiles' classmates move the boxes around.

Stiles had to stop filling out Lydia's information when he saw Derek lifting up some heavy boxes with ease. Of course it would be with ease, just look at those muscles!

Those muscles that forever starred in Stiles' dreams…

"Hey! Stop drooling and keep writing!" Lydia ordered when she saw his lack of movement and where he was looking.

Stiles jumped and went back to work, embarrassed. He wasn't drooling, he was appreciating though.

At the end of the day, the two actors decided to stay and help Stiles advertise and get people to donate clothes for the charity.

"Stilinski!" his professor called out. The Sheriff's son ran up to him.

"Yes?"

"Good job today."

Stiles beamed. "Thanks!"

After helping clean everything up and transfer all the boxes to a large truck to deliver the clothes to the charity they were helping out, Stiles, Lydia and Derek all said goodbye to Scott and headed in the direction of the parking garage.

Lydia yawned, causing Stiles to raise a brow. "You're tired? But you guys don't sleep."

"We do sleep, just, a little less than most people. And last night, we didn't get any sleep which is why we run on caffeine in the morning," Derek replied, seeing Lydia's steps start to slow down. Stiles was about to offer any help to get her to her car but before he could, Derek stopped Lydia. "Do you want me to carry you?"

The strawberry blonde haired actress smiled sleepily as he stepped in front of her and crouched down so she could get on his back. Past experiences made it so Derek knew Lydia liked getting piggy back rides. It helped that he didn't mind them too much. Stiles took her bag and she hopped on Derek's back.

Stiles smiled. Despite Derek's cold (yet extremely sexy) face, he was really just a big teddy bear, especially with Lydia. Derek stood up and shifted her a bit so he could hold her properly. He glanced at Stiles as he started walking and the brunette nodded, knowing he'd walk them to Lydia's car first.

"You're good for us, Stiles," Lydia mumbled, making herself comfortable on her best friend's back.

"I am?" Stiles looked back at her, but at the moment, her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep.

"You are," Derek replied. "You keep us on our toes. And you keep the fans away. I don't actually know how you pulled that one off, but thanks."

Stiles wasn't going to reveal all the shit he had to go through in order to get their psychotic fans to back off, but he was glad his work was noticed and appreciated.

"Well, it's literally the least I can do. I can still actually pay you for the damages to your car if you want."

"Don't worry about it, what you're doing now is fine," his green eyes looked straight at Stiles and the latter blushed slightly.

"Glad to be of some help." Stiles peeked at Lydia who slept beautifully. "Will she be ok to drive?"

"She'll be fine, she always has something with caffeine in her car for times like this. I think this week she has coffee candy. She can't get enough of them." Derek replied, and honestly, Stiles wasn't used to having Derek be so talkative, but he really enjoyed it.

"Well, now I know what to get her for Christmas," Stiles joked.

Derek chuckled. "She'd love you forever."

They finally reached the third floor where Lydia was parked and they walked to her car.

"Hey, wake up, we're here." Derek said, moving her slightly to get her to wake.

She shifted and opened her eyes. He looked back at her and she looked at him. "You're very comfy."

"You tell me that all the time."

She smirked. "Because you're very comfy." She looked at Stiles who felt his face grow warm under her stare and looked away. She chuckled as Derek set her down and she got her bag from Stiles. "Stiles, next time you have another charity event like this, count me in. Even though it took hours, it was fun." She gave him a dazzling smile and got into her car and started it up. She rolled down the windows and waved at them. "See you at home Derek. Goodnight Stiles."

"Goodnight Lydia." Stiles waved back and they stepped back a bit so she could drive off.

Hopefully for the following semester, these two could coordinate their classes better so they won't have to take two cars to school every day.

Speaking of two cars, Stiles could see that Derek's fixed Camaro was parked a few spaces from where Lydia's car was. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." A quick glance out of the garage showed darkening skies. He sighed briefly, knowing he'd be up late again.

Derek looked at his car, then back at Stiles. "Where did you park?"

Stiles pointed up. "Fourth floor."

"I'll walk you."

The brunette's eyes widened slightly and he moved his hands around in response. Derek was suddenly being very nice to him today, he wondered what made him do that. "What? No, that's ok, I'm the one who should be walking you to your car and make sure you get there safely and all that."

Green eyes rolled. "I'll be fine. Let me walk you to your car."

Well, Stiles wasn't going to argue with that.

They walked back in the direction of the stairs and went up.

"You know you talked a lot more today than you usually do. Or maybe it's just because it's nighttime and maybe you're tired or maybe Lydia ordered you to talk more, because she likes to give out orders a lot, or maybe you're just showing a side you're not used to showing or maybe I should shut up before I really annoy you and—"

"Stiles."

"—yes?"

"We're here." Derek had stopped in front of Stiles' jeep and the brunette hadn't even noticed they reached it yet. Wow, he had been spacing out a lot today.

"Right, of course we are, thanks for walking me here." He opened the door to his jeep, threw his backpack in, went inside and looked up at Derek who nodded.

"Yeah, by the way, it looks good on you."

"What does?" Stiles raised a brow, wondering what the hell he was referring to. Did he somehow manage to catch Derek's attention like the actor did with him? Or was it something else?

Derek chuckled. "The sweater. Goodnight Stiles." He waved at him and started heading back towards the stairs so he could go to his own car without giving Stiles a chance to reply.

"The sweater?" He looked down and noticed that the whole day he had been wearing the hoodie Derek had thrown at him the other day when it was raining and he completely forgot about giving it back to him. And today of all days, when he had been running late, he just decided to throw on a hoodie and go to school. And Derek noticed. "Oh my god…"

As he drove home that night, Stiles was pretty sure he had never turned so red before.

Monkey: P.S, the charity event was real. The business majors called it Jeans for Teens. My friend is a business major and that's what they had to do and they got so much clothes it was amazing. The cart ride was also really fun and really scary, no seatbelts! Lol

So, what do you guys think? I'm still looking for ideas if you guys have any! Please feel free to let me know what you think or what you'd like to see in here! Like, anyone have thoughts for Thanksgiving or Christmas? Or anything else in between? I'm behind by like six chapters so I've got time to incorporate thoughts into them now :D

I know it's on the short side, but I'm working on the next chapter as I write this XD

It will definitely be up asap!

Now that I'm done with the fall semester, I can go back to focusing on my story, expect an update really soon! :D And many more to come until I catch up to where I need to be!

Till the next chapter! Thanks for reading! :D