Malia and Erica walked Stiles home.

"Oh my God." Erica squeaked.

"Shh!" Malia whispered, "Shut up!"

"Sorry!" she mouthed and made a peace sign.

Malia sat beside Stiles and gave him a short hug and a kiss on the forehead. He just smiled for a bit and leaned on Malia's shoulder.

"So," Erica sat on the other side of the bed and held Stiles' hand, "do you wanna talk about it, Batman?"

"Well, okay," Stiles finally snickered, "Pussywoman, fine, Catwoman, I think Derek is in love with me."

"What the fuck, Stiles!" Malia gave a slight punch on his shoulder, "you guys have sex and you 'think' he's in love with you?!"

"Wait, WHAT?!" Erica widened her eyes, "What the fuck! Why didn't you guys tell me?! He's my alpha, you know!"

"Can you please lower down your voices you supernatural bitches?!" Stiles said, "My father could be hearing you!"

"Stiles is gay, Erica." Malia said.

"I'M NOT GAY!" Stiles explained, "How many times do I have to tell you that, Malia?! You're the one who's gay for Kira!"

"Wait, WHAT? You're gay for Kira?!" Erica covered her mouth, "Oh my gosh."

Malia bit her lip, "Well," she sighed, "Yes, I like her. Like, really, really like. Like, like like."

"Wow," Erica breathed deep, "That's, that's amazing, Malia. I'm proud of you, girl." she smiled.

"Thanks." Malia smiled back.

"So, you," Erica turned to Stiles, "What about you? Are you gay?"

"He is." Malia butted in, "Stiles is just in the in denial stage right now."

"In that case," Erica leaned closer to Stiles, "let me help you figure it out."

The she wolf kissed him. Erica sat on his lap and devoured Stiles. She helped his hands through her breasts and when Stiles got a hold of it, he pushed her.

"What the hell!" Erica touched her back, "OUCH."

Malia helped her up while trying not to laugh. Erica sat back beside Stiles.

"Hun, you're gay." Erica affirmed, "Well, I understand. I kissed Derek once and I gotta say his lips are—," Stiles was giving her a glare, "nothing. I'm zipping it."

"I don't know," he sighed, "I, I just, I. Is it bad, that, that I have feelings for him? Like, I keep telling myself that this isn't me. That, I'm not supposed to feel this." tears started building up his eyes again, "I, I don't know. What will Scott think? What will my dad think? What will all of them think of me? I admit it, I'm torturing myself. I'm making my brain think that I don't like him, but my heart says it does. We made out several times, and, and, they're all magical. Whenever he says he loves me, I don't know what to say. I'm always speechless. I'm just hoping he feels it."

Stiles sobbed. The girls were listening to his every word, Malia was trying not to shed a tear, she also felt this, she also went through the in denial stage. And she knows it sucks. It's confusing.

"I don't know. I'm scared." he continued, "What if, what if Derek is just playing with me? What if he gets tired of me? What if he leaves me when I finally tell him I feel the same way?"

"He won't," Malia said, "Derek would never do that to you. Trust me; he's truly madly deeply in love with you, Stiles. Whenever Peter isn't home, and it's just us, he always asks about you. He cares about you, a lot."

"But, what would Scott think of me? What would they think of me? If they find out I'm gay…"

"Then screw them, Stiles." Erica blurted, "If they're your real friends, they'd accept you. And judging on Scott, he will. Your best friend loves you so much. We all love you. I mean, who wouldn't love Stiles right?" she gave a smile, "Gay, straight, or bi, you're Stiles, our Stiles."

The Sheriff knocked on Stiles' door, "Stiles, dinner is ready. Why don't you girls join us? I bought steak from The Diner." he noticed his son's eyes, "Son, are you crying?"

"Yes, yes, dad." he wiped his eyes, "Malia just broke up with me."

"What -."

"She," Stiles pinched Malia, "just broke up with me." Stiles didn't mention it to his dad before. He thought that he'd ask too much, she's his first girlfriend after all.

"Oh my God." Mr Stilinski said, "I, I don't know what to say, son. I'm, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Nah, it's okay." Stiles said, "We're, you know, kinda not feeling it anymore, we're-."

"I'm gay." Malia interrupted.

"Oh," The Sheriff said, "If that's the case then, I'm glad you two are fine. I'm proud of you two showing maturity."

"Thanks, Dad."

"No problem," he nodded, "So, yeah, I'll wait for you kids downstairs." before leaving , Sheriff Stilinski flashed Malia a smile, "I'm proud of you, sweetie."

'Thank you so much.' she thought and just nodded.

"So, I want me some steak before meeting up with Boyd." Erica stood up, "Come on you gays!"

"By the way," Stiles said, "What are you two? Are you and Boyd together?"

"No, not really," she answered, "but I think we're getting there. I know Boyd has feelings for me. And I know I'm sexy."

"Wow, so confident." Malia chucked.

"Of course, I'm Fergie." Erica winked.

The three of them laughed and went down to eat dinner with Sheriff Stilinski. After a delicious meal, Erica went off to meet with Boyd and Malia went home. Stiles got ready for bed and went to sleep.

When Stiles woke up, his eyes were still a bit sore but it's not that noticeable unlike last night. He wore his long sleeved, dark grey, V-neck and rode his jeep to school.

Erica, Malia and Stiles spent Mr Yukimura's history class passing a piece of paper.

E: So, talked to Derek yet?

S: Nope. You were with us last night right? I'm sure he doesn't wanna talk to me.

E: Malia, did Derek say anything to you?

M: Well, nope. He's actually all gloomy and didn't eat breakfast with us. My da-, Peter, talked with him last night though. I don't know what they talked about, I didn't listen. It's kind of a rule in the house now, no eavesdropping."

S: He has the right to get mad at me. I mean, I'm mad at me too.

M: Stop it, Stiles. Wait, what did Mr Yukimura say? Wait, oh gosh, he might call me, I gotta read about that president thing again. Wait.

E: Yeah, stop it. It's totally natural, you know, the in denial phase of this whole gay thing. And, it takes time to figure out how you feel about someone.

S: Thanks, Erica. Really, thank you so, so much. I love you, well not the way Boyd does, but I love you and I hope you know that.

E: I love you too, Batman. I'm always here for you and Malia.

M: I love you too, guys. Thanks for accepting me for who I really am.

"Erica! Stiles! Malia!" Mr Yukimura called, "Would you like to share your thing with the class?"

They all looked at them. Lydia gave Malia an is-there-something-wrong look and she mouthed 'Nothing.'

"Believe me; you wouldn't wanna hear about it." Erica joked, "Oops, sorry, Mr Yukimura."

Mr Yukimura sighed, "Anyway, that's first warning, you three."

"Yes, Sir." they nodded.

During break time, the pack sat together except for Scott, Allison and Isaac. They were left with Mr Yukimura to discuss some stuff.

Stiles, Kira, and Malia sat next to each other, while Lydia, Erica and Boyd were at the other side of the table.

"So, what was that in history class?" Kira asked.

"Nothing," Malia answered, "The three of us were just talking about, about-."

"Tonight," Erica continued for Malia, "We're having a girl's night."

Stiles coughed.

"A girls and a boy's night, we're having a girls and a boy's night." Erica corrected, "Wanna join us?"

"I thought we're going out tonight?" Boyd turned to Erica.

"Well, I think we have to cancel, Boyd." Erica took a bite of her apple, "Chicks before dicks."

"So, Lydia, are you coming?" Stiles asked.

"Of course, I'm in!" Lydia smiled, "What am I bringing?"

"We can just hit Stiles' fridge." Erica said.

"I'm sorry guys, I can't." Kira said, making Malia sad, "I'm training with my mom."

"Oh, there's always next time, Kira." Stiles said.

"I'll just be joining Isaac and Derek's training then." Boyd said.

Stiles freaked out when Boyd mentioned Derek's name. He thought, 'Oh, Derek is training tonight. I wonder what they're gonna do. I wonder what he's doing right now. Where could he be at the moment?'

"Bye." Erica kissed Boyd on the cheek before riding Stiles' jeep.

Lydia's in front seat beside Stiles, Malia and Erica were at the back. As soon as they reached the Stilinki's house, they went straight to Stiles' room.

"So, what's happening?" Lydia snapped, "What, really, is happening?"

"What do you mean what really is happening?" Malia asked.

"I know there's something going on, you know." Lydia said, "I'm a banshee. I can feel it. I just don't know what it is."

Silence. No one answered her. No one knew how and what to answer Lydia. Erica wasn't in the position to tell her that Stiles and Malia are gays, Malia didn't know if Lydia would like to hear that she's a lesbian, And Stiles, of course he wouldn't wanna say it out loud, in front of Lydia. She's still Lydia fucking Martin, his ultimate crush since 3rd grade.

"So, is anyone gonna tell me?" Lydia broke the silence, "I came here for that. Allison and I were supposed to do biology homework tonight, and I chose you, guys."

"Well," Malia said, whispering.

"Lydia," Stiles butted in, "what if, what if Scott is gay, would you accept him?"

"You don't need to ask that, of course yes, Stiles. He's my friend, that's what friends are for." Lydia sat beside Malia, "Wait, is Scott gay?! Oh my gosh, maybe that's why Kira didn't wanna join us."

"No he isn't. I was just giving an example."

"So, are you gay?" Lydia said emphasizing 'you'.

Stiles gulped.

"I am." Malia interrupted and looked straight into Lydia's eyes, "I'm, I'm gay, Lydia."

"I'm here for you, Malia." Lydia squeezed her hand and gave her a hug, "I'm here to support you, always, honey."

Malia hugged her back.

"I think I could also use a hug too, Lyds." Stiles said, and with that, Lydia also knew about Stiles. He didn't need to say the exact words. She just knew. It wasn't because she's a banshee, it was because she loves Stiles and she always will. He is her best guy friend. Well, now, her best gay friend.

"And I fucked Derek." Stiles bit his lip.

"WAIT, OH MY GOD. WHAT!"

"Welcome to the club." Erica snickered.

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" Lydia shook Stiles.

"You mean those happen." Malia giggled.

"OH MY GOD, AND IT WAS NOT A ONE TIME THING." she pinched Stiles, "YOU SNEAKY ASS!"

"Well, can we not talk about the sex please?" Stiles blushed, "You're grossing me out. I don't wanna talk about my sex life with Derek Hale. Well, the sex life we had."

"Why 'had'? What happened?" Lydia asked.

Stiles told Lydia everything, from Derek's confession to the fight. And while listening to every word Stiles said, Lydia felt proud of Stiles coming out to her. It made her love him more.

"Well," Lydia held Stiles' hand and put it on his chest, near his heart, "This banshee says that you should follow your heart, always in all ways."

And with that, Stiles knew what to do.

"Thanks, Lyds!" he kissed her on the forehead, "I love you, I love you!"

He put his shoes on and ran downstairs. He's finally confronting Derek. He's finally gonna tell him how he really feels.

When Stiles opened the door, he was there. Derek Hale was standing outside their house.

"I was gonna get this back to you, Stiles." Derek handed his lacrosse stick, "you left it in my room the other night."

Without even saying 'Thank you', Stiles pulled Derek for a kiss but the werewolf pulled away.

"What was that, Stiles?!" Derek wiped his lips.

"I, I know I screwed up." he held his face, feeling the werewolf's facial hair with his thumb, "but I love you, Derek Hale. I will love you forever."

"I don't know, Stiles." Derek backed away from him, "Maybe, you're too late."

The werewolf took off leaving the non-supernatural Stiles on a cold night.