The rest of the way home was quiet, Stile stared absently out the window while Jackson played some Pink Floyd mildy in the background. He wondered if Lydia and the Hale's arrived yet. Was everyone there already? His question was answered quickly as they pulled up onto the dirt road, managing to park between some cars a decent way from the house. "Welcome home, kid." Jackson smirked, climbing out of his car. Stiles followed quit, huffing his response.

"We're four months apart ass hat."

The blond only shrugged a shoulder. "I'm still older." Which was true, but it did not stop Stiles from glaring at him while they walked through the on slot of vehicles up the drive.

Allison was standing in the kitchen helping Claudia and Aunt Bertie with the homemade cream puffs and Pumpkin pie. Allison and Stiles favorite. The Hales were holding conversation with John and some others as Stiles walked up, Jackson put a hand on his shoulder for support or maybe to keep him from sneaking off.

The grip seemed to be a little tighter than usual and Stiles turned his gaze to his friend. Jackson's jaw was clenched, but there was emotion behind his eyes. Eyes that were fixated straight ahead. Stiles followed the direction, at first thinking he was looking at John, but then his father moved and Stiles heart stopped. A young man, with dark hair and tanned skin, decently built under a white T-shirt that fit snug. He was definitely handsome...downright gorgeous in fact...and was now staring right at them.

This caught john's attention and he followed the gaze to his son, suddenly smiling and waving his hand for Jackson and Stiles to join them. "Stiles, Jackson!" He made a waving motion with his hand again, Jackson had to push him to get him to move. This caused Stiles to stumble without grace, forward towards the group, and earned Jackson a very heated glare in return. 'I'm going to fucking kill you.' It said.

'Uh huh, Whatever Stilinski.' Jackson's look shot back in response as they came up to John and the others.

"How kind of you to join us, Son." Pat to the shoulder, awkward hugs in front of people. Jackson sniggering. Stiles moping, pushing at his dad lightly.

"Smothering, smothering!"

John laughed lightly and let him go, motioning to the others. "Isaac, Derek, you remember Stiles and Jackson?" Stiles could tell they didn't, or at least they didn't care to much. Well, Derek at least seemed not too, his face was mostly blank but Isaac offered him a smile. He must have remembered him somewhat, or just being polite. "And you boys remember Danny?"

His heart nearly stopped and from the stiff body next to him, so did Jackson's. His instinct was right, for Danny had changed a lot, yet not at all. His eyes gave him away and his smile, that smile that was now directed solely in his direction. "Well met, Aalok." Oh god, an his voice...Danny hadn't sounded like that when they were kids. His voice was deeper and his body was bigger, and Stiles was just going over the same things in different ways in his mind.

"I think he's in shock." Jackson broke the awkward silence. Reaching a hand out to grasp Danny's shoulder. "It's good to see you again, welcome home."

A charming smile graced danny's lips. Shining white teeth flashing before them, "It's great to be back." His eyes shifted back to Stiles, something lingering behind those eyes that caused a choking sound to rise out of Stiles throat. The raven hairs guy, Derek, quirked a brow at him, the first real response he'd shown since Stiles and Jackson had joined them. Isaac smiled slightly at the noise, obviously understanding something the others didn't.

"Stiles are you-"

"M'fine! Gonna go put my bag upstairs." Stiles said quickly, bolting for the house.

He barely made it through the threshold before Claudia's hand came barreling into his view. His feet sliding on the linoleum as he stumbled to stop. "Stiles! What have I said about running in the house!" She had said many things about running in the house.

Don't do it.
There is no running unless its an emergency.
Run again and i'll beat you with my shoe.
Don't run in the house with sharp things, you can hurt yourself.
Don't run for the phone with your toothbrush in your mouth...
If you run through this living room one more time I'm going to make Aunt Silvia turn you into a tea cozy!

… "Which time?" Stiles said smartly, Claudia was wearing her 'i'm not impressed' face and Smacked Stiles on the back of the head before continuing out side with a rather large tray of cream puffs. He took this as his que to head up the stairs, passing little Sherry Stone on the stairs with on of the visiting families boys who has just levitated Sherry's stuffed rabbit out of her reach while she cried for him to give it back.

Stiles grabbed it sharply out of the air and smacked the kid with it. "Hey!" He whined. "We're just playing!" Whine again. Stiles knew better. He smacked him on the head with it again before handing it to Sherry who clung to it. "Do it again and I'll tell your mother you little brat." Stiles glared.

The boy clambered down the stairs, earning a stick out of the tongue from sherry, but a smile for Stiles. He climbed the rest of the stairs to the second floor, pushing his door open as a breeze rolled through his open window. Allison must have opened it. Either way it was nice. Tossing his bag next two the other one Jackson must have hauled in from the car earlier while he worked the store. A few of his books had spilled out of it, which wasn't a surprise. He packed for a library.

Knock knock. "Stiles?" the door creaked open slowly, Allison poking her head inside. She took a quick gander about the room seeing he was alone before she stepped in and shut the door. She looked beautiful in her red floral dress. Her legs covered in some type of thing netting or something. Either way. Her hair was waved about her shoulders. "Hey, you okay?"

Stiles huffed out a breath. Giving her that look that meant he didn't want to really talk about it as get flopped onto his bed. "I'm great." Sarcasm point for Stiles.

She sighed out through a smile, her dimples showing as she did so, moving to flop next to stiles."So, Danny..." She nudged him with a grin. "He's kind of grown up huh?"

Stiles cheek was smashed up against the comforter as he tilted his face more in her general direction, giving her the eye. "That tend to happen to the human body as it ages over like seven years or whatever."

"Yeah." she rolled her eyes, giving him this look. "Oh come on! Don't tell me he hasn't you know...grown into himself..." Stiles blinked at her.

"What is your point Al?"

Allison turned on her side, propping her head up on her elbow. "Dude, he's totally hot. If you're into that kind of thing."

"What, guys?"

"No, walrus's." She said sarcastically. "Yes, guys you jerk. Don't tell me you didn't check him out. I saw you through the kitchen window,you were borderline drooling."

"I was not!" He was not drooling! Practicing his human fly trap impression maybe but not drooling! "I was merely...shocked is all. I haven't seen him in seven years! He went from being this ten year old boy I was best friends with to this...this..."

"Seventeen year old super model with abs and a face melting smile?" She added nonchalantly. Stiles returned his face to its full burrow in his covers and groaned dramatically. Muttering words that Allison couldn't make out. "Sorry, I can't understand you while you're making out with your bed."

Stiles lifted his head. "How is this my life!" He repeated. Allison rolled her eyes and laughed, rolling her self off the bed. As she stood, she smoothed her dress out and her hair.

"Get cleaned up and come down stairs, I want you with me when we begin the first part of the engagement bond. Please don't stay up here forever!" She pleaded before leaving the room. Stiles groaned and rolled over onto his back and off the bed. Stripping his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.

"What to wear, what to wear." He sifted through the closet of clothes in his room, he was home often enough that he still had clothes here, but not enough apparently to have a decent amount of shorts that didn't make him look like this years addition to witch magazine. "Blue, red, black...green...don't even know that color..." he mused.

"Hello Stiles." the boy jumped, knocking a few hangers off the rack in the closet as he turned around.

"Oh my god!"