Monkey: I know I said I would update weekly but lots of crap went down over the holidays and I really don't like the holidays now. I'm not a Scrooge, honest, but ... Well, I'm sure none of you are here to read about my horrible holidays.
I made this chapter much longer than usual to make up for the fact that it's so late.
Please ignore any typos/grammar mistakes, it's really late, I've lacked sleep since forever now and I didn't have the energy to go back through this chapter.
Disclaimer? Disclaimed.
Hope you like it.
Derek sat down at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a slice of toast in the other. He heard Lydia's sleepy steps walk down the hall towards him.
She was dragging a pillow with her. He drank half his coffee in one go and looked at her as she sat down in the chair across from him. She stared down at the table for a bit before bringing the pillow up and placing it on the table in front of her and dropping her head on it.
Derek smiled. Same old Lydia. Never a morning person.
Especially with the amount of sleep these two tended to get nowadays. It came from working so much on movies and shows as kids. They hardly got any sleep and they adapted, mostly.
They just weren't morning people.
Lydia shifted slightly and lifted her head up to hug the purple pillow closer to her. "Der."
"Hm?"
"What are we doing today?"
"I have no idea."
Her beautiful yet sleepy eyes zeroed in on the coffee in his hands. "Der."
"No."
"Der."
"No."
"Der."
"Fine." He gave up and placed the coffee in front of her and took a bite out of his toast instead. Sadly, this happened all the time, he just couldn't say no to her.
She smiled victoriously and reached over to hold the coffee. "Love you."
"I'm sure you do." He finished off his toast and watched her drink the rest of his coffee. It was a good thing they had very similar tastes in coffee.
When she finished it, she leaned back in her seat and stretched. She looked up at Derek. "So, what now? We don't usually have lazy days."
"We never have lazy days."
"That's true." She squished her pillow more and smiled. "Halloween was fun. I got a lot of pictures of you in your costume."
"Delete them. Immediately."
She grinned innocently. "Oh I would, but you know, I already uploaded them online, your fans are going wild."
Derek brought a hand up to cover his face as he sighed. "You've got to be kidding me."
She laughed. "Nope! You know, we should totally have Stiles over for another sleepover. Then the three of us could have more fun."
"Lydia, he wanted to sleep and you weren't letting him."
She tossed her strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Nonsense."
Lydia had held Stiles hostage for about a half hour now and Derek thought now would be a good time to get him out of there.
The actress was sitting on her bed leaning against the wall and had her legs propped up on Stiles' lap as they talked.
Stiles had already done his nightly routine which now had a spare toothbrush involved courtesy of Derek. Basically, he was ready to sleep but Lydia wasn't having that yet.
When Stiles first walked into her room knowing he wouldn't be able to escape her, he saw she was wearing a giant purple sweatshirt and had a tray of cupcakes that was half full on her bed.
Lydia took a bit out of a chocolate cupcake with a green ghost on it as Stiles entered her room looking a little worried.
"You're going to stay up all night with me," she said. She offered him a cupcake but he politely declined.
"You're also going to stay here until after we all have breakfast together."
"Am I making breakfast?"
"You can. Der and I normally just have coffee."
"That's bad, you guys should eat more."
Lydia scoffed. "See this tray? I've eaten all of these myself."
"Is that healthy?"
"It's a cheat day, so I don't care."
When she finished eating all the dozen cupcakes (she hadn't really had much else that day except for the Oreo balls), she gave Stiles her tray so he could walk across the room and put it in the trash.
"You know, you two make me do a lot of stuff." He said when he went back to her bed and she made herself comfortable again. "Makes me wonder how you two lived without me." Stiles grinned at her and she smiled back.
"You've made us lazy Stiles. Before, we actually did things." She hugged a giant white stuffed seal in the shape of a ball that she named Alpha close to her. It had been a present from Derek while they were filming their werewolf movie and the name Alpha just seemed so fitting. "You know Stiles, you've been with us for quite a long time now and you know a lot about us, but we haven't had time to discuss much about you." She stared at him curiously and Stiles just couldn't get over how adorable she looked with that stuffed animal in her lap. "Stiles, do you like anyone right now?"
He could feel his face start to turn red at the question. "N-no. Of course not. There's no time to find someone this early in college to fall for." He couldn't look her in the eye.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Really?"
Stiles knew that she wouldn't take no for an answer. He swallowed. If he stayed a little longer with her, she would get it out of him. "I…"
The door opened and in entered his savoir, Derek. Looking oh so sexy too, even with all that extra clothes.
"Lydia, I think it's time we let Stiles go to bed." He glanced at the brunette and raised a brow at him.
Stiles nodded eagerly. "Yes! Bed! I love sleep! I need it! Definitely! Like, have you guys seen my bags? You guys have been ruining my beauty sleep for the past few months." He lightly pushed her legs off his lap and he tried hopping out of her bed but ended up falling off of it.
Lydia pouted at Derek. "No fair, I wanted to stay up all night with him. We don't have anything to do tomorrow anyway."
Derek shook his head. "You two can have your play date after Stiles has had a break from us." He looked at Stiles who clumsily stood up. "You have the next couple of days off."
"Awesome." Stiles nodded. He looked back and forth between Lydia and Derek, waiting to see if he could go.
"But…" Lydia stared at Derek and crossed her arms over her chest when she saw he wasn't letting her have her way. "Fine."
Stiles let out an almost imperceptive sigh of relief and started walking towards Derek.
Lydia jumped out of bed, careful to keep Alpha from rolling off, and walked over to them. She got on her tiptoes and kissed Derek's cheek, then Stiles'. "Goodnight you two."
Derek gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight."
They looked at Stiles who knew his face was red. But how could it not be? This was the first time a girl, especially one as beautiful as Lydia, had given him a kiss even if it was just on the cheek.
"Uh…" Stiles nodded. "Right, goodnight Lydia." And he awkwardly reached his hand out to lightly pat her head.
Derek turned his head to hide his smile and Lydia stared at Stiles, but grinned because that action was just so Stiles.
And Stiles looked at Derek who stepped out, the brunette following right after, closing the door behind him.
Lydia went back to her bed and cuddled with Alpha and just laughed.
Outside her room, Derek and Stiles looked at each other.
"Is all this awkward for you?" Derek asked, walking towards his room. It was neat enough. Just his books and some notebooks scattered about, but that was ok because it was the weekend.
"Not at all." Stiles grinned, thinking back to the time when he, Scott and Isaac all slept over at Scott's a couple years back and when they woke up in the morning, they were all on Scott's bed, all their limbs tangled with each other.
And that was the year Scott met Allison and was having dreams about her.
It was probably the most awkward experience the three of them had had, and they had it together.
Stiles yawned.
Derek stopped walking when they got to his room and Stiles bumped into him. "Well, you can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch." He opened the door.
"Oh no, I can take the couch, it's fine. It's better than the floor at Scott's." After that incident, Stiles and Isaac slept only on the floor when they slept over at Scott's place.
Derek put a hand up to stop his protesting. "I'm ordering you to get into my bed."
Holy. Hell.
Those words.
Stiles would dream about those words for the rest of his life.
His breathing hitched. "I…"
Derek smirked. "You work for me, remember? So you do as I say. You take the bed."
Can you be in it with me? Stiles really really wanted to say, but didn't and simply nodded slowly. "Are you going to sleep on the couch?"
Derek stepped out of the way so Stiles could walk in. "Well it's a little early for me so I'll probably watch a movie in the living room before falling asleep."
Stiles yawned again. "Do you want me to join you? I can keep you company for a while?" He rubbed at his eyes and briefly wondered if it sounded like he just whored himself out for Derek.
The actor scoffed. "You're about to fall dead asleep. Goodnight Stiles." He smiled and closed the door after he walked out.
And Stiles was left alone in Derek's room.
He looked around. A lamp was on illuminating the room and Stiles could see it was very neat. Like really neat. He hoped Derek never had to see his room. Especially with that poster that he put back up on his wall.
Another yawn escaped his lips and he walked towards the bed. He pretty much collapsed face down on it and closed his eyes.
He would explore in the morning once the sun came out, but for now, he would sleep in the most comfortable bed he'd ever been on, surrounded by Derek's wonderful scent.
It was no secret who he'd be dreaming about tonight.
Derek in the meantime made his way over to the couch. There was little mess in their apartment which he was glad about; it would give them less to do in the morning.
He sat on the couch and turned on the TV, hoping to find something that would hold his attention for another hour or so until he fell asleep.
There was a movie about a psycho killer on the loose and while it wasn't all that interesting, he figured it would be enough to keep him up for a while longer.
He made himself comfortable on the couch with the throw pillows Lydia insisted on having (though in his point of view, they were just annoying) and settled on that movie.
Maybe ten minutes in, he got a text from Danny.
It read: Derek, you dick. I had this one guy's attention at the party, but he only had eyes for you. :(
Derek chuckled. He knew Danny wasn't actually mad, but he was trying to find someone new because he was recently dumped. Derek didn't understand why Danny kept striking out with his boyfriends, he was such a great guy.
He sent a half-assed apology (because it wasn't his fault Lydia gave him that costume) and when he put his phone away, he heard footsteps heading his way.
With the light from the TV, Derek saw it was Lydia carrying Alpha with her. She stood in front of him blocking his view from the movie.
"It's too early to sleep."
"It is."
Their sleeping schedules were forever ruined.
She sat beside him and crossed her legs under her to keep Alpha on her lap. "You took away my sleepover buddy."
"You wore him out today. And you owe him a new phone."
"He had last year's model, right? I wanna get him the newest one." She thought as she faced Derek. "You're being awfully nice tonight."
His green eyes stared back at her. "It was the Oreo balls. I just couldn't resist."
Lydia nearly fell back with laughter. They hoped Stiles was a heavy sleeper. "I know, right? They were seriously amazing. I'm going to ask him for more every week."
Derek shook his head and turned back to the movie. "Save me some."
They talked throughout the movie and when it ended, it was already three forty-five in the morning.
Derek walked Lydia back to her room without saying goodnight since they already did, and then Derek went back to the couch.
He laid down and closed his eyes as he made himself comfortable.
Moments later, he was asleep.
Nobody awoke until the afternoon and the first one up was Stiles.
He went to Derek's bathroom and brushed his teeth and did his morning routine before heading out to the living room.
It was twelve thirty and Stiles walked to the couch, seeing Derek was completely dead to the world.
Lydia's door was still closed which meant she was sleeping too.
He looked around and saw there was a little bit of a mess, but nothing that should take too long so before he made breakfast, he cleaned their apartment.
Minus the vacuum of course, because he didn't want to wake both of them up.
He made enough coffee for Derek and Lydia to have refills and then made some omelets. When he finished making them, he walked into the living room only to find Derek and Lydia walking towards the kitchen looking like zombies.
He looked over his shoulder after setting their plates of food down and chuckled when he saw them going straight for the coffee, trying to elbow each other out of the way to get the first cup.
Their morning was normal after that as they ate their breakfast and talked.
Stiles used Lydia's phone to call his dad about coming home now and his father was fine with that.
Stiles tried changing out of Derek's clothes but he told him to keep if he wanted, or just to put it in the hamper so it could be clean the next time he slept over.
Stiles went home with Lydia's phone for the time being and within a few hours, Lydia had picked out a brand new phone for him, bought it and went over to his house to give it to him. He and Lydia switched phones and then they went out to eat.
"Ok, so maybe I did keep him up for a bit, but come on you have to admit that the three of us had a lot of fun." Lydia acquiesced with a smirk.
"True."
Lydia made herself more comfortable on the pillow. "So, what are we doing for your birthday?"
Derek rolled his eyes and stood up. It was true that his birthday was in five days, but he hated parties. "Absolutely nothing."
"A party it is then."
"I hate birthday parties."
"You hate everything." She waved him off. "Let's see, we're going to need some music, lots of food, hmmm." She looked around. "Our apartment won't be big enough. I'll go rent a ballroom for that day." She stood up to get her cell phone from her room but Derek stood in front of her.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Der, I can keep this up longer than you can."
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no."
"And I'm saying yes. Although it'll have to be held the weekend right after so I'm thinking the tenth would work perfectly." She walked around him and he watched her leave.
"I'll go out of town that day."
"I'll slash your tires."
Derek believed her, because she'd done it before to keep him for his party last year. "… Fine. But only a small party."
He could only see her back, so he couldn't see the smirk on her face. "We'll have to see about that."
It was the seventh of November, a Wednesday, which meant it was a school day and Derek's birthday.
And that also meant that his fangirls were rather psychotic today. Even more so than usual.
Stiles and Lydia hid in the chemistry building that morning after running away from a huge mob of fangirls.
Lydia and Stiles were stuck in a small storage room as they waited for the fangirls to get tired of trying to find them and leave them alone.
"This is ridiculous, does this always happen?" Stiles whispered as he and Lydia sat down on the ground after he moved some random boxes around.
She nodded. "Yup. It's why he avoids going out in public on his birthday."
"It's like they want to gang rape him as a present." Stiles deadpanned, pulling out his math book and a pencil. Might as well study for a bit because they could hear the fangirls running up and down the hallways.
"Like back in '09." Lydia agreed, taking out her phone to text Derek.
They didn't even know where he was.
She had already texted him fifteen times asking where he was but he hadn't replied.
She didn't even notice Stiles drop his book. "What?"
Lydia regarded him for a moment as she pressed on Derek's name on her phone to call him. She brought her phone up to her ear. "Yeah. This happens every year, but that's when it got the worse. Who knows what would've happened if Peter and I hadn't shown up when we did."
Peter? Who was Peter?
Wait…
Stiles' jaw dropped. Poor Derek! Suffering like that, on his birthday! That sucked! How could fangirls be so mean on his birthday?
"Derek! About damn time you answer me. Where are you? Your fangirls are chasing us." She spoke immediately after he picked up.
Stiles scrambled over his book and his legs to sit next to Lydia so he can listen in on the conversation. It was too dangerous to put the phone on speaker, so Lydia leaned closer to Stiles.
"I'm just eating lunch with a friend of mine off campus."
"Which friend? We're all in class or hiding in a closet."
"A friend of mine, Aaron."
Stiles had never been so jealous of this Aaron person Derek was with.
"The one in your math class?"
She could feel Derek shaking his head at being surprised. "Ok, how do you know that?"
"I know everything."
Derek and Stiles definitely agreed with that.
"Well, what are you planning to do? We're literally stuck in the chem building until your rabid fangirls leave." Lydia tossed her curled to perfection hair over her shoulder as a habit.
"I wasn't even planning on coming to school today but I had two exams." Derek sighed. "I'll come back, I have class in an hour."
"You should wear a disguise!" Stiles spoke into the phone, bumping heads with Lydia who narrowed her eyes at him and elbowed him in the stomach. His hands covered his stomach and he rolled to the side.
Damn! He felt sorry for whoever messed with Lydia, she was strong!
Smirking, Lydia went back to the phone call. "You need us as your bodyguards. We were your bodyguards until you ditched us you moron."
Stiles was sure she was the only one who could talk to Derek like that and get away with it.
That morning Stiles came by early to pick them up since the three of them only had morning and afternoon classes. Lydia's night class got cancelled tonight.
Lydia and Stiles walked on either side of Derek as they went to his class first and as soon as they got there the mobs appeared.
After leaving Derek, the professor was forced to lock the auditorium doors to prevent the fans from coming in.
The fans looked at Lydia and Stiles who ran to their next class, the fans hot on their heels. Stiles ran Lydia to her first class then ran to his. Each time the professors had to lock the auditorium doors.
Then their classes ended and Derek disappeared by the time Lydia and Stiles reached his class.
And when they started walking to find him, the fans appeared.
They've been hiding ever since.
"Don't worry, I'll be ok."
Lydia rolled her gorgeous eyes. "You better be. And next year I don't care how many exams you have, you're not coming to school. This is too much of a hassle."
Stiles, who had by now recovered from the hit and was listening in on the conversation again, heard Derek chuckle.
And this friend of his named Aaron got to see him all happy and have lunch with him on his birthday. Ugh. How unfair.
This Aaron kid was really lucky.
"Alright. Bye."
And Lydia hung up. She looked at Stiles and raised a brow. He saw that and grinned to hide what he was thinking. She shook her head and listened closely to the sounds outside.
"I think the fans are gone. Let's go grab a quick lunch—"
Stiles pulled out a Tupperware of Oreo balls. "I… Made these for Derek, but since he went off with a friend—"
Lydia snatched the container from his hands. "That's fine, I will definitely not let these go to waste." She opened it and smiled before reaching for one and handing it to Stiles. "I want to make sure you have one before I eat them all." She meant that as an apology for eating all of them on Halloween without letting him try them.
"Oh, that's ok, I have another container."
She swiped the Oreo ball back. "Then I'll take this."
Stiles laughed and they enjoyed their snack.
After they finished, they packed everything up and decided to head out whether it was safe or not, because they had class soon. And they needed to find Derek.
They only got as far as the outside of the chemistry building when they heard someone yell out, "There they are! They'll lead us to Derek!"
Stiles took Lydia's hand and ran, pulling her along with him to make her go faster in her heels. On their way across campus for their last classes, they bumped into Derek.
He saw the mob and they took it as motivation.
Stiles didn't wait a second and grabbed Derek's hand as well and pulled him along too.
This was quite the workout for him! Sleepless nights, having a running workout after eating enough sugar to put someone into a diabetic coma, and avoiding mean fans who wanted to kill him, these two had made his life very adventurous lately.
Not to mention, he was holding Derek's hand!
His swore his heart went into overdrive when Derek held his hand tighter and pulled him and Lydia along by going faster.
They dropped Lydia off first at the auditorium she needed to be in because her class started first and she wished them luck.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
Derek was still holding Stiles' hand as they ran again.
Oh my God.
Stiles was in heaven right now.
Derek started heading in the direction of Stiles' class even though Derek's started first.
"Wait! We need to go to your class first!" Stiles said.
Derek looked back and grinned. "Don't worry about it."
They made it to the building where Stiles had to be in.
"You'll be fine alone, right?"
"Y-Yes!" Stiles battled a blush because now was not the time for his cheeks to turn into a pair of tomatoes. "Be careful!"
Derek let go of his hand and ran off after giving him a mock salute.
The fans glared death at Stiles who squeaked and ran into the building.
Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't famous. He would love to spend his birthday as boring as always and not the disaster that Derek had to endure on his.
After their last class, Stiles raced to his jeep and drove around the school to end up on the side where Derek and Lydia were to pick them up and get them out of there as fast as possible.
"Stiles," Lydia spoke calmly from the backseat. "You're staying with us for dinner."
Stiles grinned. She didn't ask, she ordered. "Yes ma'am."
As he drove, he glanced at Derek when he reached a stoplight. His eyes were closed and he was leaning back in the seat.
"He's sleeping." Lydia mentioned from the back seat as she scrolled through the music on her phone without looking at Stiles.
Stiles looked back at the road, embarrassed. Lydia really did know everything.
He hoped it didn't meant that she knew everything, like that he completely lusted—
"Drive Stiles, the light is green."
And that it was.
Stiles stepped on the gas and started driving again.
She knew all and that was a fact.
Which meant he was screwed later.
Lydia made dinner that night and the three of them sat together and ate quietly. Dinner was delicious but Stiles felt uncomfortable that no one was talking. Usually it was him doing all the talking, but he wasn't sure if he should say something.
Say something…
He was forgetting to say something…
"Oh my god! I forgot to wish you a happy birthday today!" Stiles yelled out.
Lydia laughed and the silence was broken. "Nice one Stiles."
The brunette looked horrified at Derek. "I am so sorry! I can't believe I forgot to wish you a happy birthday! How rude of me! And I even saw you this morning and a lot throughout school, I mean I know a lot of people today were probably screaming it from the rooftops, no joke because I actually saw some girls doing that, but still! How mean of me, I mean now it's all late and it doesn't have the same effect as when I first see you and—"
"Stiles." Derek and Lydia spoke simultaneously.
"—Yes?"
Lydia just shook her head with a smile and Derek looked at Stiles.
"It's fine Stiles. Don't worry about it." He said.
"Oh well, still. Happy birthday Derek, and I hope you have… The balls!" Stiles suddenly yelled out and Lydia started choking on her food.
The brunette jumped out of his seat and went to the living room to find his backpack so he could get the remaining Oreo balls.
Derek's phone rang and Lydia watched his reaction. He completely lit up when he saw the name on his screen and he excused himself to his room.
Stiles found the container under several papers he crammed into his backpack today and went back to the table only to find Derek was gone. He looked at Lydia sadly. "Did I scare him away?"
She drank some of her water and shook her head. "He got a call from someone."
Moments after she finished saying that, Derek came back to the dining room with a big smile on his face.
Oh he looked absolutely gorgeous smiling like that.
Lydia couldn't help but smile as well. "I'm guessing it was a good phone call?" She had a feeling she knew exactly who had just called.
"The best." He sat down and saw the container in Stiles' hands. The brunette, still in awe by that amazing smile, nearly dropped the Tupperware. "What's that?"
"Uh, I made some Oreo balls for you and these are what survived after Lydia and I were done with them today and I was wondering if you wanted to have some I mean if you don't want to that's fine I'm sure Lydia will eat them but I meant to give these to you earlier and I forgot like I forgot everything else and—"
Derek took a hold of the container and smiled at Stiles. "Thank you. I'm sure I will enjoy these."
Lydia smirked at them and continued eating.
Wow, that really must've been one hell of a phone call. He'd never seen Derek smile so much, but it was like looking at perfection.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Happy birthday you little snot."
"Charming." He grinned. "Thanks. I'm happy you called."
He heard laughter on the other end. He missed hearing that laugh so much. "Of course, even if I'm not there, I never forget to call. How was your birthday?"
"Pretty much the same as always."
"Well you're just that popular that you can't beat death for another year without having the world trying to have your babies."
Derek shook his head. "Are you coming back soon?"
"Yup! I'll be swinging by one of these days, don't worry. Can't wait to see you, you rugrat."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too. Now, I'll talk to you later, enjoy the rest of your birthday."
"Thanks. Love you."
"Love you too."
Derek smiled and hung up then headed back to the dinner table.
"Stiles!" Lydia yelled from the car. "Come help me carry these bags!"
Stiles, who was already at the door with seven bags, turned around and almost tripped over his own feet.
It was Saturday and it was the day they were celebrating Derek's birthday.
Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Scott were all helping set things up at the ballroom Lydia rented out for the day. Danny was going to show up a little later along with a few other people to help. A DJ was coming in, there were going to be tons of lights and great amounts of food.
"I'll be right there!" He gave his bags to Scott who walked by him and ran to Lydia who was having trouble.
Scott toppled over with all the bags and Isaac who couldn't see in front of him due to all the boxes he was carrying ended up tripping over him. Allison raced over to them to help.
"You guys ok?" She asked, worried. The boxes had toppled over but there was nothing breakable in there.
"I will be when Isaac gets his knee off my chest."
"Sorry man."
Stiles and Lydia came back with more bags and then they all started setting up the tables and chairs. The workers who were going to help them set up the lights and everything were going to be there within the hour but Lydia wanted them all to start now.
"Stiles!" Lydia called from one of the tables she and Allison were setting up. Allison felt a little sorry for Stiles who kept running around.
"Yes?"
"I need you to do something for me."
"Yes?"
"I need you to go and hangout with Derek for a while then bring him here."
He was getting the chance to hang out with Derek all by himself? Stiles blushed a little when he saw Allison giving him the thumbs up behind Lydia. "But what if he doesn't want to come here?" Derek didn't want to come. He had already made it perfectly clear that he hated parties.
Lydia huffed and fixed her hair a bit. "You will bring him here if it's the last thing you do. I don't care if you have to drag him here or if you have to handcuff him to yourself and then come, but you're getting him here when I tell you to, understood?"
Stiles stood up straight and saluted her. "Yes sir! I mean ma'am."
Lydia smiled. "Good. Allison, can you go get the cake please? It should be ready now."
Allison nodded and she and Stiles walked out to their cars. They could hear Lydia barking orders at Isaac and Scott who were tripping over themselves trying to do everything she told them.
"So Stiles," Allison grinned, "how are you and Derek doing?"
Stiles rubbed the back of his head as he looked away to avoid blushing again. "We're not doing? I mean, you know," he looked around to make sure no one else could hear them, "I can't just go up to him and tell him I'm completely lusting after him, that's not how it works!"
Allison stared at him. "But Stiles, you—"
"Stiles!" Lydia yelled from inside the ballroom. "I see you taking your time! Hurry up! Derek has a tendency to run away from parties!"
Stiles yelped and ran to his jeep. "We'll talk later Allison, promise!" He started up his jeep and quickly sped out of there.
She giggled at how scared he was of Lydia. "Oh Stiles, you still can't tell." She went into her car, started it up and headed in the direction of the bakery.
Stiles reached Derek and Lydia's apartment and he used the spare key Lydia had given him some time back and went inside. "Derek?"
He didn't get a response and saw the apartment looked empty. He could've sworn he saw Derek's Camaro outside so he should be here unless he got a ride from someone…
"Derek?" He went through the kitchen, the living room, every room until he only had Derek's room left.
He opened the door and was about to call out Derek's name when he saw the actor was sleeping in his bed looking so calm and unknowing of the party Lydia was going to throw him. His breathing was steady, and he looked comfortable.
God, he looked perfect even when he slept.
Stiles slowly closed the door and decided to wait in the apartment until it was time to bring Derek to the party at which time he would wake him—
Someone knocked on the door.
Curious, Stiles walked over to the front door and looked through the peephole. He saw a man who looked to be in his early thirties with black hair and piercing blue eyes standing outside the door.
He had a striking resemblance to Derek, but who was he?
Should he open the door without going to Derek?
Maybe he should ask him permission first?
Should he wake him? Derek was not a happy person when woken up and he didn't want to face Derek's wrath…
"Derek, open the door. I'm not going to wait out here forever." The man said.
Damn, his voice sounded hot.
Stiles' eyes widened. He must be related to Derek!
Just in case though, he looked around to make sure there was a makeshift weapon around should he need it.
He opened the door and the man raised a brow at him. "Hello. I don't believe we've met. Where's Derek?"
"Uh, who are you?"
"I'm Peter. Peter Hale. Derek's uncle. And you are?"
"Uh, Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. I'm Derek's—"
"Ah yes, I was told about you. Derek's slave, right?" Peter gave him a sly smirk. "Wonder what kind of things he's had you do."
Stiles' jaw dropped. "Nothing like that!"
Peter looked amused. "I was merely talking about manual labor, like carrying all his things or being his chauffeur. What did you think I meant?"
"Exactly what you implied." Stiles replied before he could think. He mentally cursed. Great, now he was going to get off on the wrong foot with Derek's uncle. Who by the way was really hot. The Hale family must be blessed with good looks.
Peter chuckled. "I like you Stiles, I think you and I could be great friends."
"I don't think so." Derek spoke up behind Stiles, startling him and causing him to jump a bit. "Peter. Nice of you come by. I saw you. You can leave now. And don't harass my friends."
Stiles was his friend? His heart skipped a beat.
Peter laughed and walked into the apartment anyway, closing the door behind him. "Derek, come on, is that any way to treat your uncle? I come bearing gifts for your birthday. They're in my car, you'll see them later, probably at the party."
"What party?" Derek's green eyes narrowed.
"No!" Stiles cut in. Both Hales looked at him. He stepped back. "I mean." He cleared his throat and stood up straight, just an inch shorter than Derek. "Derek, you're going to your birthday party whether you like it or not."
Peter watched the exchange with interest.
Derek stepped closer to Stiles and stared him down. "Am I?"
Stiles swallowed and nodded. "Yes. Yes you are because if you don't, Lydia will probably skin me alive."
This was probably true.
Derek regarded him for another moment. He sighed then turned around and headed back towards his room. "Fine. But only for your sake." He looked back at Peter. "And you, stay away from him, don't corrupt him, don't even look at him." He closed the door to his room and a minute later, Stiles and Peter could hear the shower turn on.
Stiles walked to the living room and collapsed on the couch. "That was easier than I thought it would be."
Peter laughed and sat on the couch opposite of him. "So Stiles, tell me about yourself. What's it like being Derek's slave?" He completely ignored Derek's orders like they all figured he would.
Stiles closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. "First of all, I'm not his slave. I mean technically I guess I am, but I just work for Derek, and Lydia by association, to pay off a debt."
"What's the debt?"
"Eight hundred. I accidentally crashed my jeep into his Camaro and that's the cost of repairs for his car. I don't have the money, so Lydia set it up so I could work for them to pay off my debt instead."
Peter thought about what he said. Something struck him odd. "I can give you the money you owe him, but in exchange, you'd have to work for me."
Stiles opened his eyes and looked at him. "No way. I like working for Derek and Lydia. Who knows all the stuff you'd have me do."
"We could have more fun than what you and Derek do."
Stiles looked away. "I'm not interested."
"In me or in Derek?"
Brown eyes looked back at blue. Before he had a chance to reply, Lydia called him.
She was his angel, sent here from heaven to protect him against answering potentially awkward situations. "Yes?"
"Tell me he's with you."
"If you mean Derek, no. He's in the shower. If you mean Peter—"
"Peter's there? Pass the phone to him. Now." Stiles nearly dropped his phone at the order and tossed the phone at Peter who caught it expertly.
"Lydia my dear, how are you?"
Stiles preferred not to hear this conversation so he went into the kitchen to see if he could make something quick for lunch since he knew they wouldn't be eating till dinner time several hours away at the party.
Ten minutes later he had made Derek a sandwich and was working on one for himself when Peter came into the kitchen holding Stiles' phone.
"You really should come up with a better password."
Stiles dropped the slices of tomato he was holding. He turned to look at him. "What?"
"Your password. On your phone. Too easy."
Stiles snatched his phone back. His password was Derek. Ok, admittedly that was a really terrible password, but it was something he'd never forget.
Peter eyed the already made sandwich and took it. "Does my nephew know?"
"Do I know what?" Derek asked, stepping into the kitchen.
"That he stole the sandwich I made for you!" Stiles accused quickly.
Derek rolled his eyes at Peter. "When Lydia finds out you're—"
"She already chewed me out, don't worry."
Stiles finished the sandwich that was going to be for himself and handed it to Derek. "Uh here, you can have this one."
There were no other slices of bread to make another sandwich. Stiles made a mental note to go out and buy more for them.
Derek saw the brunette didn't have anything to eat so he picked up the knife Stiles had used earlier and cut the sandwich in half before giving one half to Stiles.
"Thanks."
"Thank you," Derek replied.
Peter opened his mouth to say something but Derek looked at him. "No."
Peter laughed and nodded in resignation.
The three spent the next couple of hours talking, or in Stiles and Peter's case, sassing each other, while Derek looked like he wanted to get out of there.
Finally Lydia texted Stiles to bring Derek over.
Stiles and Derek headed off to the jeep and Peter followed them.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked as the three of them stood outside the baby blue jeep.
"I'm going with you guys, what does it look like I'm doing?"
"You're not coming with us."
"Derek, I'm hurt that you'd want to exclude me from going with you." He looked at Stiles who cursed mentally. "I'm sure Stiles wouldn't me coming along, right?"
Derek glanced at Stiles.
God, it had to be illegal for these two to stare people down.
Stiles sighed. "… You can come if you sit in the backseat and not say a word."
"I can do plenty in the backseat without saying a word."
Stiles had to admit, he walked into that one.
They got in the jeep and went to the ballroom where it looked incredibly for just a few hours. Then again, every person working was being led by Lydia, so of course it would turn out amazing.
All their friends were there, and tons and tons of other people Derek and Lydia knew. Famous people too. It was so intimidating to be with so many famous people.
Everyone danced and had fun. Lydia even managed to get Derek on the dance floor a couple times. Stiles saw him move and was sure he'd have dreams about his body moving like that for months.
"You're drooling." Peter said when he walked over to Stiles.
The brunette rolled his eyes. "Who are you in the world? Like, what do you do?"
Peter chuckled and replied, "I do a little bit of everything. I act here and there, I produce things here and there, I also like to be a professional journalist. I hear you're in journalism? I could help you out."
Stiles took a step away from him. "Thanks, but I'm not sure that's what I want to do right now. I'll keep your offer in mind though."
"I can offer more than just that."
"Stiles!" Lydia, once again his angel, came over and hooked her arm with his. "Come on, we're going to open presents now." She gave Peter a smile Stiles couldn't decipher and led him to where Derek was surrounded by gifts.
The gifts were lots but the ones Derek liked the most given his expression were a Rolex watch from Lydia, an outfit made of the latest designer clothes from Allison, three tickets to see a baseball game from Jackson, a bottle of expensive wine and a few bad DVD's from Danny, three new video games for the PS3 Derek surprisingly had from Scott and a new hoodie and a copy of Crime and Punishment from Stiles.
Stiles felt bad for keeping Derek's other hoodie and he always heard Derek wanting to buy that book, but never having the time to actually go and buy it.
The party ended at around three in the morning and the workers started cleaning up after everyone left.
Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Peter all rode in the jeep.
Nobody talked and none of the radio stations were playing anything good.
Stiles tried breaking the silence. "So…"
"Don't." Lydia replied from the backseat alongside Peter.
"Right."
When they got to Derek and Lydia's, they offered Stiles to sleep over again. He called his dad and his dad reluctantly agreed.
"Wonderful, you can sleep with me." Peter said, putting an arm around Stiles' neck.
Stiles slipped out from his grasp and joined Derek and Lydia who quirked their brows. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I might've forgotten to make some hotel reservations before coming here, so I was thinking of just crashing with you guys for the night." He smiled at Stiles. "I'm sure we could share a bed."
Lydia took Stiles' hand. "He's sleeping with me." She dragged him to her room.
Derek and Peter stared at each other.
Derek turned around and headed to his room. "You can sleep on the couch."
Two doors closed at the same time.
Peter merely laughed and made himself comfortable on the couch. Oh, this would be fun.
Monkey: So there you have it, enter Peter. Lol.
Sooo, Alpha is real :3 he's been my cuddly buddy for these past couple of horrible weeks and I wanted to include him in here. Haha.
Please tell me what you think! Anything else you'd like to see? Who was the mysterious caller? Will Danny get another boyfriend? What should Peter, Stiles, Lydia and Derek do the next morning? Will Matt make another appearance soon?
Oh! One more thing, I need presents they can all give each other for Christmas which will be up very soon, after the Thanksgiving chapter. Lol.
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