Monkey: I said I was going to update again soon, didn't I? ;D

Two updates in two days! Don't expect that ever again xD But definitely keep a look out for the next chapter which will be out within a few days :D

To the chapter!

A loud ringing woke Stiles on a Saturday morning.

He reached an arm from under his blanket to blindly swat at the alarm clock by his bed. After hitting it three times and the ringing continued, Stiles opened his eyes and tried to think.

Why was his alarm ringing on a Saturday morning?

His eyes suddenly widened when he realized it wasn't his alarm at all.

He sat up in bed and reached for his phone by his bed only to fall off his bed as he reached it. He landed with a groan as he tried to untangle himself from his sheets.

He pressed his screen and stopped all movement before answering. He already knew who it was. "Hello?"

"Stiles, I'm coming up."

Lydia hung up and Stiles could hear the distinctive sound of what were probably five inch stilettos making their way up the stairs of his house and towards his room.

Holy mother of all things sexy in this world, Stiles needed to act fast.

Like faster than fast.

Untangling himself within a second (which was an amazing feat that he would later feel proud about), he jumped up and ran to the wall opposite of where his bed was, basically colliding with it. On that wall was a huge poster of Derek Hale shirtless and about to remove his pants as well, it had been a past birthday present from Scott. Needless to say, Stiles had instantly drooled at the sight of the poster and it had gone up in his room.

He hid it from his dad at first until he found out that his dad already knew about his crush. So he proudly hung it and all its glory in his room.

But Lydia could not see this in a million years. She would never let Stiles live it down. Or she might kill him for being so obsessed with Derek's body.

Neither option was particularly pleasant.

So he yanked the poster from his wall, mentally crying if he accidentally ripped it, and ran back to his bed where he shoved the poster underneath.

He heard Lydia's heels click softly just outside his door before she called out, "Stiles, you better be decent because I'm opening the door." She took a hold of the doorknob.

Stiles paled and attempted to hop back into bed only he ended up tripping onto it and pulled the sheets back onto him. He slowed his breathing so he wouldn't give himself away. He closed his eyes tightly, making it seem like he hadn't just gone into cardiac arrest at having to take down his favorite poster and hide it in a less than three seconds and get back into bed so Lydia wouldn't find out about his lusting after Derek.

The door opened and Stiles yawned as the beautiful strawberry blonde haired actress stepped inside after looking around his room.

It was a little messy, but hopefully she wouldn't feel disgusted by it. As far as Stiles knew, all his dirty clothes were in the hamper and out of sight.

Wait a second.

"What are you doing here? It's so early on a Saturday morning too, why don't you two ever sleep? How did you get in?"

Lydia smirked and sat down beside him on the bed. She didn't know it, but Stiles could see that a corner of the poster was sticking out from underneath the bed and her heels were on it.

He mentally whimpered for it.

"Your father let me in, he said he recognized me. I was flattered. We do sleep, Stiles, but we know we need to get up and forgo sleep sometimes. And I'm here because you and I have a lot to do." She reached over and raked her hand through his bedhead. "We've got to do something about your hair."

"More? I already grew it out!" Stiles protested. It was messy now, and a little taller than he'd ever had it, but he was getting used to it now, and he liked it.

"I meant just fixing it up some. The length is perfect, keep it this way." Lydia looked around the room. "You know, I expected… Something different."

"Like what?" Stiles raised a brow and looked around his room. It seemed just what he'd expect his room to look like.

"Nothing. You've got fifteen minutes to get ready, we're gonna go do some shopping for my upcoming Halloween party."

"You're throwing a Halloween party?"

"Yes. Fourteen minutes now, Stiles. If you're not ready I'm taking you out dressed in only your t-shirt and," she glanced down where the sheets didn't quite cover him, "Batman boxers. The clock is ticking, Stiles."

He didn't move for a few seconds until he realized she was completely serious and he hopped out of bed and raced to the bathroom down the hall, not feeling the embarrassment of Lydia seeing his boxers until after he was done showering and brushing his teeth.

As she waited for him, she pulled out her phone and texted Derek where she was before making herself comfy on Stiles' bed.

The Sheriff walked by outside the door and stopped under the threshold. "I'm glad Stiles has friends like you, you're good for him."

She smiled at him. "You raised a good son, Sheriff. He's good for us too."

They heard Stiles curse after a particularly loud crash coming from the bathroom where the shower was running and the two chuckled.

Lydia stood up and walked to his closet to pick out an outfit for him because he had forgotten to take some clothes in there with him.

She made her way to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Stiles! I'm going to close my eyes, open the door and leave you an outfit, ok?"

She didn't wait for a response and opened the door, threw his clothes onto the sink and quickly closed the door.

The Sheriff saw her actions and laughed. "Would you like anything to eat?"

"No thanks, I already ate."

"Ah, well then, have fun you too, I'm off to work."

Lydia nodded. "Have a good day at work."

And he left. The actress could hear Stiles was still in the shower and decided to stick around for a while. Standing under the threshold to his door, her phone started ringing and she answered it.

"Hey Derek."

"Should I be worried for either one of you? The last time you threw a party—"

"We'll be fine, don't worry, this is all just prep. Worry once the weekend hits, by the way

do you have a costume already?"

"Lydia, I refuse to wear a costume."

"Well that's just too bad because it's going to be a costume party. And what kind of host will you be if you don't even wear a costume?"

Derek sighed on the other end of the line. "The kind that is unwilling."

Lydia loved these exchanges because both of them knew she would win. "I'll see what I can find for you." And without waiting for a response from him, she hung up.

She went back to Stiles' bed and sat down, only to have her heels slide on something.

Before she could look down and see what the offending object was, Stiles came into the room wearing the clothes she picked out for him, his hair still dripping wet. Both took no notice that she had picked out another pair of Batman boxers. She checked her phone and saw he had five minutes to spare. Lydia watched him run around his room trying to find a pair of shoes, amused. All the men she was around were always so composed and carried themselves well. Stiles wasn't exactly the opposite of that, but seeing him jump around while trying to put on one shoe was hilarious.

"Any day now, Stiles."

The brunette fell over as he tried to put on his second shoe, but he managed to get it on after he fell. "I'm ok! Let's go." He hopped up to his feet and followed Lydia out. As they walked down the stairs, Stiles patted his pockets only to realize he left his phone upstairs. "Forgot my phone."

Lydia shook her head but went on ahead as he went back into his room. He grabbed his phone and saw the corner of the poster still sticking out from under the bed. He bit back a cry when he saw the corner was crumpled thanks to Lydia's heels.

"Stiles!" She called out from downstairs right as Stiles wanted to reach for the poster and apologize to it.

"Coming!" He spared one last look at the poster, mentally apologized and ran out the door.

At least Lydia didn't see it.

Or at least he hoped not.

"Lydia, we've already made three trips from the mall and other stores to your apartment, how much more do you need for this party?" Stiles whined as he drove Lydia's car.

She didn't particularly like driving and she gave Stiles permission to drive her around in her car. Stiles just prayed he wouldn't have another accident like the one with Derek.

"Stiles, you've obviously never been to a party thrown by the Martins or the Hales. Every party must be perfection," she tossed her curled hair over her shoulder as she applied some lip gloss. "By the way you missed a turn."

Stiles cursed as she laughed.

"Also, you're coming to the party. It's a costume party. I already have your costume picked out." She smiled at herself in the mirror and then looked at the brunette who finally made the correct turn.

"What will I be, a slave?"

"Of course not! You'll be the butler." Because that made it sound so much better.

They reached a stoplight and Stiles turned to look at her. "A butler?"

"Fitting, isn't it?"

After their fourth trip where all they did was go looking for the perfect Halloween snacks, they went back to the apartment.

Derek came out of his bedroom to greet them as he looked for his keys.

Lydia stopped putting away all the Halloween cookies with cute decorations on them to stare at him. She placed a hand on her hip as she watched him search the living room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for my keys. I'm going out and meeting up with Danny." Stiles nearly dropped the case of sodas on his foot.

"Boyfriend problems?" She sounded sympathetic.

"Yup. Figured he could use some cheering up." Derek went into the kitchen. "Have you seen my keys?"

Lydia was about to reply that she hadn't when Stiles spoke up. "Check under the couch."

Derek nodded and went to see if they were under the couch. There they were. "Thanks!" He walked towards the door. "I'm gonna leave now, if you guys need me, I'll have my phone on."

"Bye!" the two in the kitchen called out.

Lydia turned to face Stiles and raised a brow at him after Derek left. "How did you know where they were?"

Stiles shrugged as he put away some more cookies. "It's been a couple months, I notice things around here."

Interested, Lydia passed him a couple tubs of ice cream to put in the freezer as he replied, "Well, I know that even though Derek is very organized, he tends to lose the important things, like his phone or his keys. His phone is usually in an easy place, like his bed, a table, his desk, something like that. His keys are a little harder. They can be in a couch, under it, in a cabinet somewhere." Stiles sneezed after closing the freezer.

"Bless you."

"Thank you. But, yeah, I don't know, I just notice things. Plus, I'm the slave here, I should notice these things, shouldn't I?"

Lydia nodded and put a hand up to stop him from putting the food away. "What about me? Do you notice things with me, or just Derek?"

"Both of you, since I work for both you. Like you are incredibly observant. Kind of omniscient. But only when you're fully awake. If you're tired, you tend to be a little out of it. Which is really cute to see, but also a little scary." Stiles grinned at her and she smiled, impressed.

"I'm surprised you actually took the time to notice these things." She handed him the last tub of strawberry ice cream. "And you're not a slave Stiles, think of it more like being a personal assistant."

Stiles laughed. "I'm not complaining." He looked around. "So um, what do you think Derek and Danny will be doing?"

She looked at him curiously. "Probably the same as the last time, they hang out, watch terrible movies to make fun of them and then Derek treats Danny out to eat."

"Oh, that's nice of him."

"Yeah, Derek's just a big softie once you get to know him more. I'm sure you'll see

I'm right." She gave him a look Stiles was a little afraid of, so he tried to change the subject.

"So, where's my costume?"

Lydia smirked at him again, making Stiles feel like he shouldn't have asked. "It's around. You'll see it the day of the party."

"Ok… Well, what will you be wearing?"

She put a finger up to her cherry red lips. "You'll see."

What Stiles really wanted to know was what she was going to put Derek into.

Stiles was in the middle of doing his chemistry homework when he got a call from Lydia.

"Yes?"

"Stiles, are you busy right now?"

He checked his phone for the time and saw it was eight at night on a Wednesday. He was a little busy, but he knew what he had to say. "Not really, what's up?"

"I need you to drive me to my nine p.m. class."

Stiles looked around for a pair of shoes, already knowing he'd agree to it. "Any reason why you can't go, or Derek can't take you?"

"Derek doesn't want me going alone to school, my lab was rescheduled for this time tonight and Derek is busy writing up a ten page paper due tomorrow."

"Well it's a good thing you have me, because I wouldn't want you going alone either." He found a pair of shoes and looked for a hoodie to throw on.

"Great. I expect you here in fifteen."

"Got it." They hung up and Stiles went into his closet in search of a hoodie. He found a familiar hoodie and put it on before rushing out of his room only to backtrack and take his chemistry book so he could at least read while she was in class. He already knew his online assignments would have to wait.

He reached their apartment in thirteen minutes and Lydia was standing outside looking at her phone. As she went into his car, he turned up the heat for her.

"How long will your class be?" Stiles asked to break the silence.

"It lasts three hours, but I'm sure the professor will send us home after an hour or so."

Stiles wouldn't question her knowledge.

Lydia looked at his hoodie. "You know, I could've sworn Derek had the same hoodie at some point."

Stiles blushed and chuckled nervously. "What are the chances, huh?"

Lydia seemed a little suspicious, but let it slide. "Yeah."

He parked at one of the parking garages and walked her to her class. He didn't leave until

she was inside and surrounded by a lot of people.

It took fifteen minutes to get to the classroom, so Stiles decided to walk around a little just to kill time before he headed back into his jeep to read his chemistry book.

Just the thought of reading it made him shudder.

To be honest, the campus was extremely scary when it was this dark. There were hardly any lights on and there was literally no one around. Why did professors even offer classes this late?

His phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket. He was surprised to see it was a text from Derek.

Did you two make it there safely?

Stiles was touched Derek cared enough to text them. Though, he knew it was probably only because he was carrying precious cargo i.e., Lydia. But he said "two," so that included him as well, right?

Of course. I'll take her straight home as soon as she's out of class. Stiles debated whether or not to send a smiley, before deciding against it.

He didn't receive another text from Derek and put his phone away. After about ten minutes of walking around, he decided that the dark, empty campus was starting to creep him out and he decided to head back to his jeep.

He pulled out his phone and texted Derek if he needed anything since he was already out and about. He received a simple "no" and once more put his phone away. He didn't even notice he'd already killed an hour just walking around, so he picked up the pace and headed to his jeep because he didn't want Lydia to get there and see he wasn't in it.

Stiles made it to the garage and decided to take the stairs up to the third floor where he parked. He now regretted that decision but he didn't want to take the elevator in case something happened and he was trapped in there.

Look at that, Scott's paranoia had rubbed off on him.

As he walked across the third floor, he started hearing footsteps behind him. He turned around but didn't see anyone and ignored it. He could see his jeep, but he parked it all the way at the opposite end of the garage.

More footsteps echoed behind him.

"Lydia?"

No one answered him.

Starting to feel a little more paranoid, he pulled out his phone and used the flashlight app to guide him better to his car. He thanked whatever deity he'd pleased for the fact that his phone still had a miraculously full battery.

Next time he was parking on the second floor, since the first floor was for professors only.

He was almost to his jeep when he heard footsteps again, then what sounded like someone dropping something heavy. He jumped slightly and raced to his jeep, not wanting to turn around and see if something evil was behind him.

Stiles fumbled a bit with the keys before opening the door, getting inside and slamming it shut. He was never coming to school this late again if he could help it. Next time, he would offer to do Derek's essay if it meant the actor driving Lydia to school this late. He sighed in relief. He was safe. More or less anyway.

Someone knocked on his window he let out a scream.

"Stiles!" Lydia knocked again, tapping her heels.

Oh thank God, it was only Lydia.

He chuckled sheepishly and unlocked her door. "All this time it was you?"

Lydia climbed in. True to her words, her class only lasted an hour. "All what time?"

Stiles paled slightly. "You mean you weren't the one that…" He started the jeep. "Never mind. Is this going to be a normal occurrence from now on, me bringing you to this late class during the week?"

Lydia pulled out her phone and put on her pink headphones as Stiles drove out of the garage. "Well Derek won't let me come by myself this late and we don't like to carpool together, so yes. If my professor happens to reschedule this lab this late again. Which I think he will."

Stiles swallowed and sped down the road hoping his father wouldn't hear about him speeding. Fantastic.

"Why don't you two like to carpool together?"

Lydia laughed but didn't answer. Instead she turned up the music on her phone.

Stiles just sighed and hoped that during winter break he'd be able to get a full night's rest at last.

The next day while Stiles was at Derek and Lydia's apartment after school, Lydia came out of her room with a big grin on her face.

Stiles felt a little scared and Derek raised a brow. "Yes?"

"Who's up for a quick trip to a haunted house downtown?"

"No." Derek was the first to reply as he headed into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Lydia frowned. "Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Lydia pouted and stepped in front of him. "Yes."

"… Fine."

"Yay! Stiles, you're coming too!" Of course he was.

They took Stiles' jeep and parked a street away from the haunted house.

"How much is admission?" Stiles asked, hoping he'd have enough money in his wallet to cover himself.

"Five dollars. My friend said this place was scary and I wanted to try it out, you know, to get into the Halloween spirit."

Well that couldn't be a good idea.

The three paid admission and went towards the entrance. There were some people around but luckily not that many that it was crowded.

The trio stood at the entrance and Derek looked at Lydia. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course!" She walked in first and Derek shook his head, going in behind her. Stiles scrambled to follow them.

It was dark. There was a lot of moving things in the dark. Lots of scary sounds.

But Stiles didn't want to say anything. He would probably come out saying how "lame" it was.

That's what he thought until he lost Derek and Lydia.

A man in a hockey mask and a chainsaw appeared out of nowhere in front of him and Stiles screamed, running away.

He hid behind a large tombstone lit up by a red light and looked around to try and find the other two. What if they left him there?!

Oh wait, he had the keys, they couldn't go anywhere without him.

He heard a girl's scream and knew it was Lydia.

"Lydia?!"

Ignoring his own fears of being in there alone, he took off in the direction where he thought Lydia's scream came from. It was dark and he couldn't see very well which is why he wasn't all that surprised when he slammed into somebody, taking them both down to the ground.

The person beneath him groaned and Stiles could tell it was a man. He could tell the man had very well define chest and abs, my God, they were drool worthy. They felt almost exactly like—

"Stiles, get off me."

Derek!

Boy, it's like the universe was telling him to get with Derek already because he constantly ran into him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I can't really see where I'm going, I was just running and…" He quickly got to his feet and offered Derek a hand. He took it and Stiles would forever remember that strong grip he had.

"It's ok, help me find Lydia."

"Right."

They didn't know which way to go anymore, so they just started walking again and had several encounters with people meant to scare them. Stiles kept jumping but Derek wasn't affected by any of it. Every time Stiles jumped, he jumped a little closer to Derek. At one point, a tall puppet with an axe popped up and started chasing them and Stiles could've sworn Derek pushed him behind him just a little, enough to seem like Derek would protect Stiles in case the puppet turned psycho and tried to kill him.

The thought made Stiles smile.

The thought about Derek protecting him, not about the puppet trying to kill them.

They finally made it to the exit of the haunted house where they saw Lydia sitting comfortably on a bench outside, tapping away at her phone.

"Lydia! Are you ok, we heard you scream." Stiles raced over to her and checked her over. She seemed fine.

Lydia laughed. "Stiles, Derek, it's a haunted house, it's supposed to be scary and I'm supposed to scream. I had a great time, didn't you guys?"

Stiles and Derek shared a look before looking back at her. "No."

She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Whatever you two, let's go home now."

Tossing her gorgeous hair over her shoulder, she led the way to the jeep.

Since they were a little bit behind, Stiles spoke up. "Derek, I wanted to apologize for all the screaming and jumping I did back there. Haunted houses aren't my thing."

Derek regarded him for a moment before going back to looking ahead of them. "Don't worry about it, that's the point of a haunted house."

Stiles might've seen a small smile on Derek's face but that could've just been a trick of the light.

It was Saturday morning on the day of the party and Stiles decided to show up at the apartment six hours early so he could help set everything up. It also helped that he brought a treat with him to try and prove himself to Lydia again.

He knocked on the door and a few moments later, Lydia opened the door. Her green eyes went straight to the large Tupperware in his hands. "What is that?"

"Uh, they're Oreo balls." Stiles replied, a little scared. He shook the container a bit to prove there were Oreo balls in there.

She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Oreo balls."

"Yeah, you know, Oreo balls. Balls made out of Oreos. I made them myself." He chuckled nervously.

Surprisingly, Derek came to his rescue as he walked by the door. "Don't let her fool you, she loves Oreos." He smirked as she rolled her eyes but she happily took the Tupperware.

Stiles walked in and saw some decorations were already put up. He nodded as he looked around then looked at the actress. "Just tell me what you need me to do."

Six painful hours later, everything was done and set up, just in time for the party to start.

Stiles had tried searching for the Oreo balls he made but when he found the Tupperware, they were all gone. He asked Lydia and she said they had been delicious. Derek walked by and said he tried one too.

Next time though, he'd eat some before bringing them over.

Lydia had gotten Stiles to wear his butler costume which just looked like formal attire to him with white fancy gloves. She was wearing an angle costume, complete with the white long sleeve, transparent shirt with floral designs on top of a plain white tank top, a white short skirt, white heels, white, glittery wings and a white, glittery halo.

She looked beautiful and looked like a real angel.

Derek walked into the kitchen to search for something to eat that wouldn't throw him into a diabetic coma and heard Lydia gasp in shock.

"Derek! Put on your costume! The party's going to start soon!"

His green eyes looked at her from the kitchen. "Put on is hardly the phrase I'd use."

"Go!" Lydia pointed to his room and Derek sighed before heading towards his room.

Stiles had to wonder if Derek ever won against her.

"Stiles! I shall call you "butler" during the party, and I expect you to act as one, alright?" the angel looked at him once Derek closed his door and Stiles jumped a bit.

"Yes ma'am." He mock saluted her and she giggled.

Within the hour, the apartment was packed and Stiles had seen several familiar faces. Scott and Allison had shown up dressed as Aladdin and Jasmine and they were totally pulling it off. Allison looked beautiful and Scott, well he looked like he was in love.

Isaac was dressed up like a mafia member from the 20s and Stiles thought it suited him perfectly.

Jackson was there, surprisingly, and he had a very unoriginal costume. He didn't want to be bothered to actually wear a costume so he decided just to wear his old lacrosse captain uniform.

Even Danny was around, looking sexy as a vampire. He was cheerful and was flirting with some guys there that Stiles didn't recognize. Stiles was ok with it as long as he didn't flirt with Derek.

Speaking of, he was the only person he hadn't seen yet. Derek hadn't left his room since he went in earlier.

And he wasn't the only one who noticed.

Lydia went over to his room and pounded on his door. Stiles would be surprised if he could hear that over the loud music playing at their apartment. They were lucky no one lived above them, apparently.

"Derek! Get out here! With your costume on too! You can't avoid this!" She yelled out, pounding on his door again. She left, knowing he'd heard her and would be out soon.

Stiles was with Isaac, Scott and Allison who were joined by Lydia. At least Stiles wasn't busy serving people drinks.

Non-alcoholic drinks, but only because Lydia would go feral if someone puked on their expensive furniture or carpet.

"What costume did you give Derek?" Stiles asked as she drank some punch.

"A Chippendale."

He raised a brow. "So he's going to be furry?"

Isaac placed a hand on his shoulder and smirked. "Wrong Chippendale, Stiles."

The four of them were looking in the direction of Derek's room and confused, Stiles looked over as well.

Only to have his jaw drop when Derek came out of the room wearing a black bowtie around his neck, black leather jeans and white cuffs around his wrists.

"You're drooling, Stiles," Isaac pointed out, closing the brunette's mouth for him as Scott laughed at him.

Lydia nodded, approving. "I knew you'd look good in it."

Derek just rolled his eyes.

Danny came up behind Derek and placed a hand on his shoulder. Stiles narrowed his eyes at the action. "Well Derek, if the whole acting thing doesn't work out for you, we all know what you can do instead."

Derek looked back at him. "Hilarious."

Stiles didn't take his eyes off them until Danny laughed and left, going to talk to some guy dressed as a firefighter.

Damn, Derek had a great body.

It was like, inhuman.

Stiles wouldn't mind running a hand over those perfect abs down towards—

It was obvious Stiles wouldn't be able to do his job as a butler because he would be distracted by Derek's body that was hand-sculpted by the Greek gods, so he went off into the kitchen.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, so he took off one of his gloves and pulled it out.

It was Matt.

Ah, he was the one Stiles hadn't seen around in the party.

Hey, what's up? How are you spending the Halloween weekend?

Stiles replied that he was at Lydia's party (because he knew Derek didn't really like it) and received a reply soon after.

Sounds like fun. I'm sick, so I couldn't go to the party, and I can't even get any candy. Sucks, huh?

Stiles grinned. The only reason he liked Halloween was because of all the candy.

When you get better, I'll bring you lots of candy to make up for it :)

Matt, who might've been too sick to party, wasn't too sick to text.

That'd be awesome. Thanks Stiles :)

"Stiles!" Lydia's loud voice startled him, causing him to drop his phone into the sink he was standing in front of. It landed in a glass full of dirty water. He would kill whoever left that mess in that glass in there. Hasn't anyone ever heard of rinsing out the glass if they're not going to be the one washing it?! "I've been calling you for five minutes, what are you doing?"

Stiles, frozen, looked down at his phone and slumped forward before pulling his phone out of the water. He really hoped it was water. "Mourning the loss of my phone."

"That's what happens when you go around yelling at people," Derek commented as he entered the kitchen to avoid some of the guys there because Danny claimed he was completely stealing his thunder. He glanced at the wet phone in Stiles' hands that wouldn't turn on anymore. "Did you have a warranty on that?"

"… No."

Lydia looked at Derek who raised a brow at her. "I'm sorry Stiles, I'll buy you a new one, in the meantime, come out to the party and help me give everyone a cupcake." She pointed to the five boxes of cupcakes sitting on the counter.

Stiles sighed and nodded. These two were gonna mean the death of him.

After handing out all the cupcakes, Stiles took a seat on the couch in the living room and glanced at the clock. It was getting late.

Actually, it was really late.

Two in the morning. And he hadn't called his father.

Lydia was out by the front door as everyone started leaving. His friends said goodbye before leaving as well.

As Lydia walked out a few other people, Derek joined Stiles on the couch. He was back to wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

Damn shame, because Stiles would not have minded looking at extremely sexy body of his a little more.

"Do you wanna crash here for the night? It's pretty late already, you could fall asleep while driving." Derek asked, surprising Stiles.

He was starting to be really nice to him recently. "That'd be nice, but I should call my dad first."

Derek gave him his cell phone. "Sorry about Lydia. I hope you weren't in the middle of something important?"

Stiles, more shocked at the fact that he was holding Derek's phone than anything, said, "Just texting someone, no big deal. You sure I can stay here?"

"We have a guest room. So if your dad's ok with it, sure."

"Ok, I'll ask, thanks." Stiles walked into the kitchen to make a call to his father, hoping his father would say yes, and hoping he'd forgive him for not calling until now.

Lydia took up the spot where Stiles had been. "Did you like the party?"

Derek scoffed. "I don't do parties."

"No, but I know at least half the people here wanted to do you." She grinned when he rolled his eyes.

Stiles came back into the living room, smiling as he gave Derek back his phone. "He said yes."

Lydia perked up. "Are we having a sleepover?" Stiles decided Lydia really was omniscient and would never question her. "Awesome! Stiles, we're going to be up all night having so much fun!" She clapped her hands happily in front of her and Stiles had to wonder if maybe he should've declined the offer to spend the night.

"I'll go find some clothes you can borrow for the night," Derek said before standing up and heading towards his room.

He was going to wear Derek Hale's clothes to sleep?

"It's only two in the morning, the night is young!" Lydia said.

Despite his fear at spending the night with a hyper Lydia, the fact that he could wear Derek's clothes made up for it.

Now, if only there were some way he could sleep in the same room as Derek, and it would be the perfect night.

Derek joined them again in the living room with some sweats for Stiles. "These should fit you, they're from when I was a little younger. And I checked the guest room, it's full of Lydia's junk, so you can either sleep in my room or take the couch."

Stiles' jaw dropped. Seriously?

Was he seriously being asked that question?!

Lydia took him by the arm and began pulling him towards her room. "No need! He won't sleep tonight, he'll be in my room! My first sleepover with someone that isn't Derek! I can't wait!"

Derek handed him the clothes before he could get away and whispered, "I'll come save you later tonight so you can get some rest."

Stiles couldn't believe his luck as he nodded.

He once again decided that he would build Lydia another shrine, this time, for causing him to lose his phone.

"Come on Stiles!"

Now, to survive the night long enough for Derek to save him.

Monkey: Phew! Long chapter o.x

Thanks once again to my friend who looked over this and fixed my typos and all that. Special shoutout to rainbow-boy who finally made an account and kept telling me to update XD

OHMYGOD. You guys. Thanks sooooooooo much for the wonderful reviews for the last chapter! And all the new alerts and favorites, I was so happy! It motivated me to get this chapter out faster. :DDD

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... Or something along those lines XD

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