Monkey: I updated again! I think it's been pretty quick lol.

I'm seriously going to try to get as many chapters for this story as I can before the spring semester starts. So that means I have one last week. I'm scared. Lol.

Enjoy!

Monday morning, Stiles was in the library at school with his laptop when Scott and Isaac appeared at his table.

"Morning Stiles," Scott greeted with a large grin. He sat next to his partner in crime and peered at the laptop screen. "Whatcha doing?"

"I'm looking for my classes for the spring semester." He typed in the English class he wanted and frowned as he debated between a really early class or a really late one. He already had the rest of his classes so far centered around midday. "Have you guys started picking your classes yet?" He went with the earliest English class to get it over with and glanced at his two friends.

Isaac shook his head. "I have no idea what classes to take. I haven't gone to see my adviser yet."

Scott tilted his head to the side a bit. "Adviser? For what?"

Stiles lightly smacked the back of Scott's head. "Your academic adviser. They tell you what courses you need to take for your general classes, then they help guide you in what courses you should take for your major afterwards. I went to see mine last week. My enrollment date is in one week, so I'm preparing now."

"Oh. I should go see my adviser then." Scott thought for a moment. "Who is my adviser?"

"Go to the building your major is located at, then you should see the advising center." Isaac replied. He looked at Stiles. "We should plan some classes together."

"Yeah, we should. We still have chances for our general requirements since we're in different majors and won't be seeing each other later." Everyone one in their odd group had different majors, so they had to use up these first two years wisely if they wanted to have a class or two together.

His cell phone beeped twice letting him know he had a new text. When he pulled his phone out, Isaac and Scott looked at it.

"Yo, when did you get a new phone?" Scott asked. It was the newest model and currently the most expensive phone on the market.

"Lydia. There was a disaster with my last phone that she caused and she got me this one." He unlocked his screen and looked at the text. It was from Lydia. Speak of the devil. Er. Goddess.

Stiles. I'm looking up my classes for my spring semester and I haven't taken psychology and I know that you haven't either. We're taking it together. I'll send you a pic of the time and class.

Well. Looks like he was going to take psychology in the spring with Lydia.

Another text came, with the picture attached. By the way, Derek will also be taking that class. I figured it'd be fun to have the both of you in there with me.

Lydia was his goddess. He would forever worship a shrine he needed to remember to build to her.

"Stiles, you seem happy," Isaac noted with a smile. Stiles was grinning happily at his phone. "Is it Derek?"

The brunette's attention snapped up to them. "What? No, it's Lydia."

Scott and Isaac raised their brows. Sometimes it weirded Stiles out to see how alike those two were. "You like Lydia now?"

"No, I like Derek. I mean, I don't like Derek, I just admire his face and body and everything he has basically. Have you seen him? The sexiest man to ever grace this planet." Stiles replied looking away.

Isaac snickered. "I'm sure that's what it is."

"It is!" Stiles defended. He looked back at the picture Lydia sent him and he sighed tiredly. The psychology class she wanted clashed with one of his classes that he had perfectly set. Awesome. Well, for Lydia, he would change his entire schedule.

Especially if it meant having a class with Derek.

Scott managed to peek at his phone enough to read part of the previous text. "You're going to have a class with Derek and Lydia?"

"You'll never concentrate," Isaac said innocently.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "That doesn't matter. It's psychology, how hard could it be?"

He hoped he didn't just jinx himself.

"Why are we taking psychology at this time?" Derek asked, as he and Lydia sat together at the student union with their laptops to pick their classes.

"Because I said so." Lydia replied, bringing her raspberry smoothie to her cherry red lips. "We're taking that class with Stiles, by the way."

"I can't imagine the things you'll make him do in class."

She smirked then said innocently, "I have no idea what you're talking about." They both knew she'd come up with something interesting to have Stiles do during class. "Besides, we only have Stiles for another month. I'm taking full advantage of this even if you're not."

Derek's phone vibrated and he pulled it out only to roll his eyes at the screen.

"Is it Peter?" Lydia asked.

Green eyes looked at her. "Is there a way for me to become psychic as well?"

"Stick around me long enough and maybe my awesomeness will rub off on you." She grinned. "Anyway, I figured it was him because of your reaction."

"Well it's him." Derek opened the text. "It says: Thanks for being a good little nephew and letting me stay with you for the weekend. I truly have missed you two and now I must say that I will really miss Stiles until I return. I think he and I really hit it off. I gave him an offer so who knows, maybe he'll come work for me instead. I'll make it worth his while." Derek's grip on his phone tightened. "He left a damn wink face at the end of this text. I'll kill him."

Lydia reached out and patted the hand holding the phone before snatching it away from him. "Come now Der, he's your uncle. You can't commit parricide. Leave him to me. I'll be the one to kill him." She skimmed the text Peter sent before sighing. "At least he's gone."

"Until he decides to appear for another visit." Derek took a drink from his water bottle. "Next time I'm not letting him stay with us."

"It was a disaster, wasn't it?"

Lydia shut the door as soon as Stiles stumbled through. She leaned her back against it and looked at her bed. "Stiles, you'll be sleeping with me. I don't want you out there with him. Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself if I offer you my bed?"

Stiles wasn't even sure what was going on. One second he was out in the living room with the two actors and Peter and the next second he was dragged into Lydia's room. "I… What? I mean, I'm so confused. I could sleep out there on the couch. He doesn't seem like a bad guy."

"He's not, but still. I know him Stiles, I have an idea of the stunts he might pull if you slept out there with him. Besides, I can't let you sleep with Derek."

Stiles swallowed. "W-why not?"

She walked passed him to head to her closet in order to pull out her favorite purple sweater to sleep in. "Please, Stiles. Der will crush you with his massive frame. You're tiny, like me. Well, not quite like me, I mean you've got a pretty good frame yourself, but compared to Derek, who's all muscle, you're… not. We've fallen asleep on the same bed once. Almost crushed me." She looked back at him. "Don't look."

Stiles turned red before covering his eyes with both hands as he thought about what she said while she changed. He wasn't too tiny, in fact he thought he had a very nice build going on and it was a fantasy of his to sleep in the same bed as Derek, not necessarily doing things but just to feel those strong arms around his waist, holding him close, Derek's steady breathing on the back of his neck as they slept through the entire night. Though doing things would be a great option as well, in fact, he wouldn't mind it at all…

"Stiles."

"Yes?"

"You can look now." He lowered his hands and saw she was walking around her room in her giant purple sweater that went down to almost mid-thigh. She walked to the bathroom door at the other end of her room. "You should go to Derek real quick to get a set of clothes. You left the other ones you used here, right?"

"I did." But honestly, he didn't expect to be able to wear them again. Especially so soon. He was seriously lucky if these kinds of things kept happening to him.

"Stiles?"

"Yes?"

"Go get them before Derek falls asleep."

"Right!" He tripped over his feet as he tried walking back to the door. Lydia shook her head and laughed at him as she went into the bathroom to do her nightly routine.

Stiles walked out of her room and went down the hall to Derek's room. For an apartment, this place was enormous.

"Stiles," Peter's curious voice reached him. The older Hale was sitting on the couch watching TV. "What are you doing, sneaking into my nephew's room? Are you planning something?"

"Can't be anything worse than whatever you're planning," Stiles replied, stopping in the middle of the hallway to regard him.

Peter chuckled. "Feisty. I like that." He turned down the volume on the TV. "Will you be getting any sleep tonight?"

Stiles sighed. "I hope so, I mean these two, it's like they never sleep. And it doesn't even show in the morning, well their faces at least. They're not exactly coherent when they first wake. It's why they need me. Hopefully Lydia will give me a chance to sleep soon." Stiles stopped talking to look at the smirk Peter had on his face. "Wait…" He figured out what the older Hale really meant with what he said and groaned. "I don't like you."

"You hurt my feelings, Stiles." He feigned sadness then patted the spot beside him on the couch. "Join me tonight; I'd like to get to know you better."

Stiles put his arms up. "That's ok, we can get to know each other in the morning, you know, over breakfast with Lydia and Derek who will no doubt keep you from doing anything bad to someone who is unaware of how you are."

"How old are you?"

"Why is that any of your business?"

"I'm just wondering if you'd be jailbait."

Stiles' jaw dropped and he raced to Derek's room, practically slamming into it. He knocked a couple times. "Uh, Derek? I uh, was wondering if you still had those clothes I could borrow, I mean if you don't that's fine but—"

"Interesting. You two share clothes often?" Peter spoke, directly behind Stiles causing the brunette to yelp and slam into the door again.

The door opened and Stiles fell forward, landing on the ground besides where Derek was standing. Emerald eyes stared into sapphire.

"Peter. Stop harassing Stiles." He held the same clothes he'd let Stiles borrow the other week in his hand. "He's jailbait."

Stiles sputtered and turned around, still on the floor. "What? No I'm not, I'm—"

Derek dropped the clothes onto his face, effectively stopping his sentence. "He's the Sheriff's son."

The one on the ground pulled the clothes off his face and held them close. "Ok that one's true. I am."

Peter smirked. "Would only make things more interesting."

"You're right; I'd love to see how you'd fare behind bars."

It was just too easy to mess with his nephew. "I'm sure I'd do fine, especially if Stiles were to come by and keep me company. What do you say, Stiles?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Derek." He smiled and Stiles couldn't tell if it was a good thing or not. Peter glanced down at him. "And you Stiles, sweet dreams."

Peter smiled at both of them then turned around and headed back to the couch.

Derek glanced down at Stiles. "Are you sleeping there?"

Stiles scrambled to his feet and amazingly didn't trip this time. "Uh thanks again for the clothes." He leaned against the threshold.

"Lydia kicks in her sleep, so be careful."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"If Lydia keeps you up, you can come in here."

Thank God he was leaning on something. Oh those words. Derek had to know what phrases like that did to him. Good lord. That man was too sexy for his own good.

"I-I'll keep that in mind." Stiles stuttered. Jeez, he was always such a mess around Derek.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Stiles left his room and heard the door close behind him as he made his way to Lydia's room. He knocked once and she let him inside. He headed towards the bathroom then paused and looked back at Lydia. "Do you mind if I use your shower?"

"Go for it." She ran a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. "As long as you don't mind how girly you will smell when you step out."

Stiles laughed and went into the bathroom to do his nightly routine.

True to her words, he came out smelling like well, he wasn't really even sure, maybe some fruity stuff, maybe some flowery stuff. He could've sworn her body wash smelled like cookies.

The two talked for a bit after Stiles changed into the spare clothes and joined her on the bed, but made sure to stay on the farthest end of it.

Lydia scoffed. "You're going to fall off the bed." She was leaning against the wall her bed was up against.

"I will not."

They eventually fell asleep and maybe ten minutes after, Stiles fell off the bed.

Even in her sleep, Lydia smirked at him.

When the morning came, actually more like when noon came, Stiles finally woke up. On the ground.

It was a comfortable ground, but he thought about maybe taking Derek up on his offer next time. Lydia didn't even have to kick him off the bed. He ended up on the ground by himself. He yawned and sleepily walked to the bathroom to do his routine and came out looking wide awake. He saw Lydia was still passed out on the bed cuddling Alpha. He smiled at her and quietly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He glanced at Derek's door and saw it was closed so he was also asleep.

Now hopefully Peter was also…

"Good afternoon Stiles."

The brunette froze. He turned his head in the direction of the couch and saw Peter wave at him. "You're up early."

"I could say the same about you."

"I require little sleep."

"What is it with none of you having normal sleeping patterns?" Stiles walked in the direction of the kitchen with a shake of his head.

"Are you going to make me breakfast?" Peter followed him then watched him from the threshold of the kitchen.

"I'm going to make Derek and Lydia breakfast." Stiles closed the refrigerator door and smiled at Peter. "You can starve."

His reply was a smirk. He stayed silent as Stiles worked to make his favorite breakfast, omelets with hash browns on the side and some steaming hot coffee. The latter Stiles would later have to add tons of sugar to because he just couldn't drink coffee like Derek and Lydia could. Peter liked his coffee just like Lydia and Derek did. Peter enjoyed watching Stiles work so effortlessly around the kitchen.

"I see why Derek likes keeping you around."

Stiles dropped the spatula onto the counter. "I thought you left."

"Not without my goodbye kiss."

Stiles grabbed the spatula and pointed it at him. "Ok, you. You're not allowed to hit on me like that." He waved the spatula around in an attempt to be intimidating.

Peter looked innocent. "You mean Derek has already claimed you?"

The spatula went flying out of his hand and embedded itself into the wall above the stove. "Claim? Are you kidding, this isn't his werewolf movie, he will not do any claiming!"

"He won't, but I could."

Stiles threw his arms up in surrender then turned back over to the stove to pull the spatula out. He hoped Lydia and Derek wouldn't notice the mark.

If he ever got it out.

He gripped it tightly and pulled.

Oh shit. It was stuck.

"Stiles, you're doing it wrong." Peter stepped up behind Stiles and brought a hand up over Stiles' own. Peter gripped Stiles' hand pulled.

Startled by having Peter hold his hand like that, Stiles accidentally let go of the spatula and sent it flying across the kitchen, only to be caught by a hand before it hit a sleepy Lydia in the face.

It was Derek who was right behind Lydia. He looked at the offending object and narrowed his eyes at Stiles and Peter.

The older Hale easily stepped away from Stiles and smiled at the two newcomers. "Good afternoon you two. Sleep well?"

"I am so unbelievably sorry Derek, Lydia. I didn't mean to send it flying towards you guys." Stiles hurriedly apologized as he walked to them and checked to make sure they were fine.

Lydia yawned and covered her mouth. Her sleepy green eyes looked around and didn't understand what was going on. "What happened?"

Derek gave the spatula back to Stiles. "Be careful."

Peter looked at the food already prepared, then at Lydia who was serving herself a cup of coffee. "Breakfast looks amazing. I'm sad though because I'll only get to watch you two eat." He pouted at Stiles whose jaw dropped before shaking his head.

"I'll make you something too."

"You should let him starve," Lydia mused, now that she was coherent enough to speak.

"You two don't love me anymore, I'm wounded." Peter dramatically brought a hand up to cover the place above his heart. "My heart, it hurts."

Derek got some coffee for himself and after finishing it, he looked at Peter as the three of them walked out of the kitchen. They went to the dinner table and Derek sat across from Peter who sat next to Lydia.

"Peter, what exactly do you want? Why are you here?"

"My dear nephew, I can't just come by and see how you're doing?"

"No."

"I miss when you were a baby and used to be so loving. Now you're so mean to me."

"Because you're a creep."

Lydia snorted.

Peter shook his head and sighed. "All playfulness aside, I really did just come by to see how you were doing. Plus it was your birthday, so I thought the opportunity was perfect."

Stiles came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of food and set them in front of Derek and Lydia.

"I'd appreciate your visits more if you quit flirting with all my friends." Derek spoke as Stiles tripped and walked back into the kitchen.

"Who wants more coffee?" Stiles asked.

"Me." The three of them replied.

"Oh but Derek, it's so fun." Peter said to him.

"My friends are half your age." Derek stared at him blankly.

Peter raised a brow. "How old do you think I am?" He shook his head. "Don't answer that. Anyway, I really am here to spend more time with you," he glanced at Lydia, "and you as well."

Stiles came back out of the kitchen with two other plates and set them down in front of Peter and in front of the empty seat beside Derek. The three started eating while Stiles took a quick trip to the kitchen to get the coffee for everyone.

Peter tried the omelet in front of him and nodded. "Cute and great in the kitchen. He's a keeper."

Derek would've kicked him under the table, but Lydia beat him to it. Stiles came back out miraculously holding everyone's coffee without spilling them and passed them out.

They ate in a surprising silence and it wasn't until they all finished that Peter spoke.

"So, what will we be doing today?"

"You'll be leaving." Derek deadpanned.

Peter frowned then looked at Stiles. "Do you see what I have to put up with? My own nephew doesn't love me."

Lydia looked away to keep from laughing.

The oldest Hale pulled out his phone and after tapping at the screen a couple times, he showed it to Stiles. "Look, it's a picture back when Derek, and Lydia who we basically adopted since she's always around Derek, used to love me." The picture showed a younger Peter (who admittedly looked very sexy) holding a small, maybe five year old Lydia looking as adorable as always in his arms while a grinning kid, also around five who was undoubtedly Derek if those stunning green eyes meant anything, was on his back, his arms around his uncle's neck.

"Aww, you guys were so adorable," Stiles cooed, zooming in to see kid versions of the two actors.

"Were?" Lydia tested.

"Are." Stiles corrected immediately. He handed the phone back to Peter who nodded.

"Now do you see why I wanted to spend time with my beloved nephew? He's always too busy for me and when I finally come by, he tries kicking me out." Peter sighed and looked down at his empty plate. "I feel so unwanted."

Derek rolled his eyes. As if anyone was going to fall for his guilt tr—

"Why don't the four of us hang out today? If you don't mind me tagging along of course."

Lydia choked on the remainder of her coffee while Derek turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Of course we don't mind." Peter grinned. "See? Why can't you guys be more like him?"

Lydia shook her head and chuckled darkly. "You have no idea what you've done."

Derek stood up and helped put the dishes in the sink with a promise that he and Lydia would do them later. "You've doomed us all, I hope you realize that." He told Stiles when the brunette walked into the kitchen with the rest of the dishes.

"Oh come on, how bad could it be?"

Except for the constant popping of Stiles' personal bubble courtesy of Peter, a few sass offs between Peter and Lydia, a round of sassiness between Peter and Stiles and a surprising battle of sass with Peter and Derek, they spent the day having fun, going out and talking a lot.

Peter would've stayed for another night, but he got a phone call that he had a business meeting to take care of early the next morning so he had to leave now.

"Business? I thought you were a journalist?" Stiles asked, confused. The three of them were outside with Peter as they walked to his black Bentley at the end of the day. The rest of the day's trips were done using Stiles's jeep. His poor baby was going through so much this year.

"He does everything Stiles, he's a business man, a photographer, sometimes an actor, sometimes a journalist. Anything. He does all of this for kicks," Lydia replied. She hooked her arm through Stiles'. "Come with me, I have something to give Peter that I left in the apartment."

When they were out of ear shot, Peter and Derek looked at each other.

"I really do miss you, Derek. We should have more family gatherings."

Derek let out a sigh. "I know. But everyone's always so busy."

"I won't be able to make it for Thanksgiving this year, but I already have plans to come by for Christmas. See how nice I am, I'm even giving you a heads up." Peter said. He raised a hand up and placed it on Derek's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Give me a call sometime. I would love to hear how you're doing."

Derek nodded and smiled. "Thanks Peter. I'll be sure to call when I can."

Peter grinned then reached up to ruffle his hair. Derek rolled his eyes playfully. He opened the door for his uncle who smiled in return as he got in.

Lydia and Stiles appeared shortly after with the actress holding a small gift bag. Stiles had no idea what was in there. He stood by Derek as Lydia leaned through the rolled down window and gave the bag to Peter after briefly talking to him. She walked back to Derek and Peter beckoned Stiles over with a wave of his hand.

Stiles cautiously walked to him and leaned in through the window. "Yes?"

"Take care of them, will you?"

A grin spread itself across Stiles' face. "Of course. I'll make sure they eat better, sleep better, all that. You can count on me."

"Great." Stiles stepped back and Peter started the car. "What I would give to have a sexy slave like you around." He smirked then drove off quickly, not missing Stiles' indignant and blushing face as Lydia rolled her eyes and Derek shook his head.

A few hours later, Stiles received a text from Peter, offering him a job at whatever he wanted to do if he ever needed help.

When did he get Peter's number?

Oh yeah, probably when Peter unlocked his phone and put his number in if the contact name was anything to go by: I'm Hotter than my nephew Peter Sexy Hale.

Oh geez.

"It was." Derek replied as his phone beeped again. He raised a brow at Lydia who unlocked his phone and looked at the text. There were hardly any boundaries between these two anymore.

"It's Stiles. He says he'll be busy today working on a story for his journalism class. Something about the story time at the museum on campus." Lydia replied a simple "ok" and handed the phone back to Derek.

"We have a museum on campus?"

Lydia swirled her smoothie around with her straw. "Please Derek, we walk by it every other day, you've never noticed it?"

"No."

"Well, there's one on campus. It's like, in front of the building that's in front of the library."

"Right." Derek closed his laptop as he was finished picking his classes. His and Lydia's enrollment date was in two days, so they were mostly set. "He's working with Matt again, right?"

Lydia shrugged as she picked her final class. "I assume so." She saved everything then closed her own laptop because their lunch break was almost over. "Why?" She quirked a brow at him.

"No particular reason."

Lydia scoffed. "I'm sure."

"Hey Matt," Stiles greeted as he saw the photographer standing outside the museum taking pictures of the building.

The photographer turned the camera his way and took a candid shot of him before lowering the camera. "Hey Stiles. I was surprised when you texted me about your story since you forgot about me on Halloween."

Stiles sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "That wasn't my fault. Lydia scared me in the middle of our conversation and my phone went flying into the sink" He pulled out his new phone. "But it's ok because she got me a new one to replace it." He looked happy with it.

"Latest model," Matt noted.

"Yeah, I would've been fine with the same model I had, but Lydia threatened to throw this phone at my head if I didn't accept it. So I did."

Matt chuckled. "Well, ready to do a bit of journalism work?"

"Yup!" He pulled out his reporter's notebook that his professor required for the class and went inside after Matt pulled open the door for him.

As Stiles talked to the student workers at the museum, and then the head of the museum, Matt went around taking pictures of the art bar, a place filled with lots of materials to do some arts and crafts with, the play corner, which had a bookshelf full of books and board games beside a small table with large comfortable chairs around it. He went into the art exhibit side of the museum after asking permission if he could take pictures of the art and he could as long as he gave the artists credit and took several pictures.

After Stiles finished his interview with the head of the museum about a half hour later, he took down lots of notes about the actual museum as he walked around before he sat down at the art bar. Matt joined him and leaned against the wall by it.

"I've seen a lot of couples come here." Matt commented, going through his pictures.

"Really? I wonder if the students like coming here for dates." Stiles replied. As he said that, a couple walked in from the other end of the museum and headed towards the side where all the art was, entering the doorway after giggling a bit. Stiles bit his lower lip before quickly jotting that down.

His story was to focus on the story time event they had at the museum every afternoon for kids and anyone else who wanted to be in it. That was his focus but a few harmless points about the museum itself and even the fact that it's apparently a place for dates, couldn't harm his story.

Stiles looked up at Matt who had secretly taking another picture of him without Stiles knowing. "Are you going to stay here until story time or are you leaving now since you have your pictures?"

Matt's sky blue eyes looked up at the ceiling that was nicely decorated with random crafts that were most likely made at the art bar before looking down at his camera again. "I think I'd like to stay and get some pictures of the actual event as well." Blue eyes met light brown. "Plus, I don't want to leave you alone here."

Stiles smiled and felt his face grow a little warm. "Well, that's really nice of you, but you don't have to stay if you don't want to." He reached forward to grab the large container that held all kinds and sizes of fluffy balls. "I can entertain myself here so much with just these."

Matt laughed and took a picture of him after which Stiles pouted.

"Hey."

With a smirk, Matt put his camera away for the moment. "Have you seen the back of the museum with all the art?"

"Not yet."

Matt stood up and started walking towards the entrance to the art part of the museum. "Come on, it's really cool back there."

Stiles happily jumped out of his seat and after checking to make sure he had everything in his backpack, followed Matt.

They walked in and saw the couple they'd seen earlier was still there, admiring the sculptures the museum had. Matt led them in the opposite direction.

"I found this one really cool." He took Stiles to a painting and had the journalist stand directly in front of it.

"Whoa, trippy." Stiles commented in awe. The painting looked like it was three dimensional, but after checking really quick it was just a flat painting made with that effect.

Matt took Stiles' hand and walked him to the other side of the museum where the impressive sculptures were.

About twenty minutes later, Stiles saw the previous couple leave and laughed. "Y'know Matt, it's kinda like we're on a date."

The photographer shook his head but laughed anyway. "Yes Stiles, let's date."

"Ok! Take me on another date!" Stiles joked along.

"Alrighty then, I hear there's a great art bar just outside the museum." Matt held his arm out and Stiles looped his own arm through it all the while laughing. He decided Matt was a really good guy.

"Sounds great. Take me there."

The two laughed and enjoyed themselves as they went on their pretend date through the museum. Stiles had fun at the art bar creating little colorful, furry monsters with "big googly eyes" that he found in another container. Matt snapped a few pictures of their "date" and even showed up in some pictures when Stiles took his camera to use.

When they checked the time, they saw they were still over an hour away from story time.

Stiles sighed, his army of furry monsters staring back at him and Matt. He gave some of them names, but knew he was going to leave them here after story time was over so the other kids could play with them if they wanted. He and Matt were completely alone in the museum sans the workers at this time and they could only hope some kids would show up.

Matt noticed Stiles was getting bored so he cleared his throat. "So Stiles, are you seriously thinking about being a journalist or are you just trying out your options?"

Stiles looked at him, grateful for the start of a conversation. "I'm just trying things out. I did some journalism work back in high school. Wanted to see if the college version was different."

"And is it?"

"Very." Stiles played with one of his furry monsters. "I mean I like it and all, but I don't think this is for me. I don't know. I'd have to see a little further."

"Interesting."

Stiles chuckled. "I guess. What about you?"

"My photography?"

Stiles nodded.

"It's something I've always done. If it works out for my career, that's great. If not, well it could always just be a hobby." Matt replied, messing with his camera a bit. "Stiles, what's your major?"

"My major is—"

"Stiles!" a girl called out, drawing both his and Matt's attention to the entrance. Matt rolled his eyes when Stiles eagerly waved at her and the guy behind her and jumped out of his seat to meet up with them.

"Lydia, Derek, what are you guys doing here?" He led them to the art bar that Matt had left and showed them his furry fluffy creations.

"We wanted to hang out with you, Stiles. Didn't want you to be lonely." Lydia replied, picking up a pink monster and playing with it. She gave a dark blue monster to Derek who just stared at it, not really knowing what to do.

"That's nice of you guys. But I'm not alone. I was here with Matt." Stiles looked around, noticing his absence. "Where'd he go?"

Matt was off by the play corner just sitting on a chair flipping through the pages of a random book he pulled out. Stiles didn't see him there since he was partially blocked by another chair and shrugged, turning his attention back to the gods in front of him.

"Anyway, I'm here until after story time, which will end around six." He saw earlier that it was already dark out. Looks like it would be another long night for him. "You guys don't have to stay here that long. It's still about an hour away."

Lydia waved him off. "Nonsense Stiles. We don't mind at all, do we Derek?"

Derek didn't answer as he was too busy playing with two of the furry monsters. Lydia and Stiles smiled at the sight and kept talking.

"So yeah, we're staying. Besides, have you even eaten?" Lydia's green eyes stared at him knowingly.

"I did! Like around noon. Maybe before noon. Ok, closer to eleven."

"Thought so." She pulled out a bag that had a sandwich in it from the student union and Stiles nearly drooled at the sight. His stomach chose that time to growl in hunger.

"I love you." Stiles said as she gave him the bag.

The actress tossed her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder. Her trademark move. "I know."

Matt watched them all chat animatedly. He rolled his eyes and restrained from taking pictures of them.

Stiles and he had been having a good time until those two showed up. They always ruined their fun.

About twenty minutes later, after Stiles finished eating and he and the actors started playing army with his monsters, Stiles stood up and looked in the direction of the art side of the museum.

"Have you guys seen all the cool art they have here?" Stiles asked, catching Matt's attention. The brunette wasn't exactly being quiet.

"I didn't even know we had a museum." Derek replied honestly.

"Great! Let's go look at the art!" Stiles took one of Lydia's hands and one of Derek's hands and pulled them up from their seats to lead them to the entrance of the art exhibit. "Did you guys know that people like to come here on dates?" His voice echoed and it made Matt frown.

Well Stiles certainly didn't waste any time.

When the trio were inside, Lydia pulled away immediately to see the sculptures while Stiles just had to show Derek the three dimensional looking painting.

Derek regarded the painting with slight awe. "That is really amazing."

"Right?" Stiles pulled Derek along again, this time by his sleeve. "There was this other painting I really liked."

The trio spent maybe ten minutes there before they had quickly gone through the whole exhibit so they wouldn't miss story time. They headed back to the art bar.

A few minutes before story time was set to begin, they saw a group of little kids walking in with a lady who seemed to be their baby sitter of sorts.

The head of the museum, the woman Stiles had spoken to earlier, approached them as they sat at the art bar again.

"Excuse me, are you Derek Hale?"

Figures, Matt thought still sitting at the play corner, she's a fan too.

The walking sex god nodded. "Yes. Why?"

She blushed a little as she looked down to ask, "Would you mind doing story time for us today? I'm sure the kids will really enjoy it and I'm afraid my workers are off doing inventory at the library right now."

Derek glanced at Lydia who shrugged.

"Yeah, alright. Sure."

Stiles beamed because now he could write about Derek reading to a group of small kids.

The head of the museum smiled. "Excellent. I'll give you a couple of books in a minute and the kids will choose which one they want to hear."

Lydia leaned back to whisper into Stiles' ear, "This will be fun to watch."

Stiles nodded and stood up to go looking for Matt. He found him working on his camera sitting in the play corner.

"Matt, can you take pictures of Derek and the kids once he starts reading?" Stiles leaned forward to place his hands on his knees. "Get a real cute shot, can you?"

Blue eyes blinked for a bit before their owner sighed and nodded. He had been planning to get really bad pictures of Derek so the professor wouldn't accept them, but since Stiles asked, he just couldn't refuse.

"Thanks Matt." Stiles grinned and reached to take Matt's hand. "Come on, they're starting!"

Derek sat in a chair meant for kindergarteners which made for a hilariously cute sight as his tall frame could hardly fit in the chair. Lydia snapped a couple pictures on her phone since she knew Derek wouldn't protest in front of a group of impressionable kids. The kids, who didn't look any older than five, all sat on the ground in a semi-circle around him, looking up at him in wonder.

"Um, well I have two books, which one do you guys want to hear?" He held up two storybooks and the kids all pointed to the one in his left hand. Derek set the other book on the ground beside him. "Alright. This book is called The Wolves in the Walls."

Stiles wrote down what it was like to have Derek reading to the kids. The kids all had great reactions and Derek played the part of the reader very well, even changing his voice depending on who was talking. He was interactive with the kids too.

It was so cute seeing him get so into it.

"Do you guys see any wolves?" He asked, holding the book open at the page they were on so the kids could see the pictures. The smallest girl in the group stood up and pointed at the wolves that were in the walls.

"There!" She said cutely.

Derek nodded. "That's right. I wonder what will happen. What do you guys think?"

The kids giggled and some started replying to him about how wolves would pop out and maybe eat the family or just decide to play with the family. Derek chuckled and turned the page.

Oh. My. Gosh. Derek was just too freaking cute.

Stiles took lots of notes and even enjoyed hearing the story because it was pretty interesting. When Derek finally finished, the kids clapped.

"Did you like the story?" He asked.

"Yeah!" the kids chorused happily.

The lady that came in with the kids clapped her hands once. "Everyone say thank you Derek."

"Thank you Derek!"

He actually blushed and smiled shyly, making Stiles think that nothing could be a more adorable sight than that.

"Derek's just a big softie," Lydia commented with a smirk. Derek chose to ignore her.

The head of the museum walked back to them and thanked Derek for helping them out as the kids started playing at the art bar, when they noticed the monster army and started playing with those instead.

"No problem, glad to be of some help." Derek replied to her.

"Thank you also for helping me. My story should be out within a couple days and you'll hopefully be getting a lot more kids to come here for story time." Stiles said, stepping up beside Derek who stood up as well and lightly kicked the chair beside him. He was never sitting in one of those again.

"No, thank you for writing about this museum. Can't wait to read your story." She smiled at them then went back to her office.

Stiles put his reporter's notebook and pen back into his backpack. "Well, I think it's time we head out." He faced Derek and Lydia. "Thank you for keeping me company." The two nodded and gathered their things as Stiles faced Matt. "And thank you Matt, for a wonderful date and for taking what I'm sure were amazing as always pictures."

Matt smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I hope they come out well. And I'm glad you had fun on our date."

Derek and Lydia simultaneously turned their heads to look at Matt. "Date?"

"We should have another one again," Stiles replied with a grin.

"I'd like that," Matt said. He packed up his things and waved to them. "Bye."

"Bye!"

When it was just the trio, they gathered their things and headed out as well.

"You guys seriously went on a date?" Lydia asked, eyebrow raised in interest.

The brunette just laughed. "If Derek will do more readings, I'm definitely coming back to story time."

Lydia didn't miss the fact that Stiles didn't really answer her, but she ignored it for now and instead laughed at Derek. "Who knew Derek liked to tell stories?"

"Right?" Stiles agreed. "He hardly talks as it is."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Very funny."

The other two simply laughed. All three were unaware of the person watching them as they walked out of the museum so they could go home.

Monkey: Ok well there's this chapter Lol. Exit Peter. For now. Haha.

So I really did do that story time at my school's museum and it was so cute having the kids listen to a storybook then they get to play at the art bar. I used the book The Wolves in the Walls because that was the book they read to the little kids when I went to watch them. It was an interesting book, considering it's a kids book. Lol.

The next chapter is Thanksgiving. Muahaha. Wonder what kind of mishaps they'll get into there. ;D

And I seriously love the positive feedback I'm getting for this story. All of you who read my story are amazing people! You make me so happy :')

Thank you for reading!