The Hale House was as silent as a child in his deepest sleep. Derek was silently munching on his froot loops in milk, Malia was figuring out if she should ask about Stiles and Peter was busy with his phone texting Des, a nurse he likes from where Melissa works.
It's been 2 days since that incident in the Stilinski's house. Derek was back to being a grumpy cat.
"So, Derek," Malia gulped, "how are you…you and Stiles?"
Derek just shot her a glance, as usual, there's not much emotion on his face, and continued eating his breakfast.
"C-can we please talk?" Malia pleaded, "I'm worried… about Stiles. My best friend is hurt because of you."
"What about me?!" Derek finally spoke, trying not to growl, "I'm your cousin, Malia!"
"You hurt Stiles, Derek!"
"WHAT ABOUT MY FEELINGS?!" he bellowed.
"Woah, you two!" Peter finally took his eyes off of his phone, "What the hell is happening? What did I miss?"
"Peter, Did you know that Malia," Derek said, "Your daughter-."
"No, Derek, Please." Malia was trying hard not to cry. She didn't want Peter to know she's a lesbian. Well, not now. If Peter's gonna find out, she wanted it to come from her.
"What?!"
"Your daughter," Derek looked into Malia's eyes, "Malia, Malia got a B on her history test yesterday."
"Really?" Peter squeezed Malia's arm, "I'm proud of you, sweetie. Good job and keep it up!"
Malia gulped and pulled her tears back, "Thanks, Peter."
Derek stood up and went to his room. Malia followed and knocked.
"Derek?" she said, "May I come in?"
The door opened and she went inside.
"I'm, I'm sorry, Derek." Malia closed the door, "I'm sorry I didn't think about your feelings. I'm sorry I was always on Stiles' side when you needed someone too."
"It's okay, Malia." he sat on his bed.
"No, Derek, it's not." she sat beside her cousin, "from now on, I'm here for you."
"Thanks." he finally smiled, "I'm sorry about earlier. I'm sorry I almost told Peter about you."
"How did you know anyway? Am I too obvious? Or did Stiles tell you?"
"Kate did."
"Oh yeah, Kate." she breathed deep, "I was thinking. I think, maybe, maybe I should tell Peter. The sooner the better right, I mean, he's the only one in the house who doesn't know. And, he's my, my-."
"-father."
"Yupp." she nodded, "will you come with me?"
"Of course, Malia."
The day went fast and came the Friday night. Danny invited the girls and Stiles to a bar.
The Ginger Goddess let her locks flow down her shoulders. Lydia screams 'HOT' in her strappy black dress and wore pumps. Erica rocked a leather shorts and crop top that says 'SEXY'. Allison wore a bralette and topped it with a leather jacket. Malia looked like a hot lesbian in the spiked shorts Lydia gave her. Kira looked cute in her black long sleeved shirt tucked in her red checkered skirt. And Stiles looked cool in his maroon jeans.
The six of them started dancing to Lady Gaga.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh! Caught in a bad romance!" Lydia started while jumping with the lights.
The girls laughed and joined the banshee.
"RAH-RAH-AH-AH-AH-AH ROMA-ROMA-MA-AH GAGA OHH-LALA!" Erica sang while dancing with her rawr hands, imitating Lady Gaga.
"WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!" Kira sang and Malia smiled at her.
Stiles was just dancing with his girls.
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND I WANT YOUR REVENGE YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE OOHH!" they sang in chorus.
"You know that I want you, and you know that I need you," Malia grabbed Kira by her waist, "I want it bad, your bad romance."
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND I WANT YOUR REVENGE YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE OOHHH!"
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ALL YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE!"
"OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOHHHH!"
"RAH-RAH-AH-AH-AH-AH ROMA-ROMA-MA-AH GAGA OHH-LALA! WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!"
"WALK, WALK FASHION BABY WORK IT MOVE THAT BITCH C-RAZY!" they did different poses as they sang.
"WALK, WALK FASHION BABY WORK IT MOVE THAT BITCH C-RAZY!"
"WALK, WALK FASHION BABY WORK IT MOVE THAT BITCH C-RAZY!"
"WALK, WALK PASSION BABY WORK IT!"
"I'M A FREAK BITCH BABY!" Lydia's voice was dominating.
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND I WANT YOUR REVENGE, I WANT YOUR LOVE I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS," Allison got this part, it was her favourite, "J'VEUX TON AMOUR ET JE VEUX TON REVANCHE J'VEUX TON AMOUR…"
"I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS!" Stiles finally joined them sing thinking of Derek, and the girls were all staring at him, Kira and Allison were stunned, Lydia, Malia and Erica were giggling, "I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS! I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS! WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE! WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!"
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND I WANT YOUR REVENGE YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE OOHHH!"
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ALL YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE!"
"OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOHHHH!"
"WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!"
"CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMANCE!"
"OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOHHHH!"
"WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!"
"CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMANCE!"
"RAH-RAH-AH-AH-AH-AH ROMA-ROMA-MA-AH GAGA OHH-LALA! WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE."
"OH. MY. GOD." Allison said, gasping for breath, "OH MY GOD. We should do this more often, guys!"
"YES, OH MY GOD!" Erica jumped, "THIS IS SUPER FUN!"
"Oh my gosh," Kira gave Malia a short hug, "Wow, you dance great, Malia! That was awesome. We were awesome!"
Malia blushed. Stiles winked at her.
"Uhh, my feet hurt from all the jumping!" Lydia said, "Why did I wear these evil heels?!"
When Erica and Stiles got drunk, they drove them to the Stilinski's house. The girls stayed for a sleepover, it was a Friday night after all.
"Rah-rah-rah-." Erica hiccupped, "Roma-roma-ma ahh!"
"Shut up, Erica," Stiles chuckled and wrapped her with his thigh in bed, "You're drunk, Pussywoman."
"No," Lydia corrected, laughing, "You're both drunk, Stiles."
"Bah! I'm not drunk, Lyds."
Stiles woke up with his room full of females looking cute and sexy while sleeping but he didn't feel anything down under. He thought, 'Yupp, I am gay."
He checked his dad's room and he wasn't there. He was probably already at the Sheriff Station. Stiles went downstairs and peeled a banana. He was hungry; he didn't eat dinner last night. All he had was alcohol.
"What are you eating?" Lydia came.
"Everything except Derek's dick." he bit half of the banana and swallowed it.
"Well at least, that banana is shaped like one." Lydia sat beside him.
"It's half the size of Derek's though."
"Oh my God," Lydia covered her ears, "Shut up. No, we're not talking about his bratwurst early in the morning."
"GOOD MOOOORNING!" Erica came down and the others followed.
"Who want's coffee?" Stiles stood up and got mugs, "or hot chocolate? or tea? milk? juice? anyone?"
"Tea!" Malia and Kira said in chorus and giggled.
Stiles and Lydia made pancakes for everyone. They had breakfast and laughs in the dining room.
"So Stiles," Allison sipped coffee from her mug, "How are you and Derek?"
"Yeah," Kira said, "Allison, Scott, Boyd, Isaac and I are kinda left out, we just found out about you and Derek yesterday."
"We haven't talked in days." Stiles said, eating his pancake.
"No sex too." Erica added and drank her orange juice.
"Wow, thanks, Erica." he said sarcastically.
"No problem!" she winked.
"Why don't you go talk to him in our house?" Malia suggested, "Right now, before he meets with Boyd and Isaac."
"I don't know." he drank his coffee.
"Go, Stiles." Allison said, "The sooner you talk to him, the better."
"But, what if, he won't-."
"He'll talk to you, Stiles." Lydia interrupted, "Derek loves you right?"
"Loved me. I don't know if he still does." Stiles sighed, "I screwed up, okay."
"Just do what your heart says." Kira gave an assuring smile and Malia noted what she said. The were-coyote thought, 'What if I do what my heart says and tell her I like her?'
"But-."
"JUST GO STILES!" they all burst out.
"OKAY! OKAY!" he backed away from the girls, "CALM DOWN!"
He went to his room fast and looked for his jeep's key but he couldn't find it. One of the girls probably misplaced his keys last night so he called a cab and went to the Hale House.
Stiles didn't move in the backseat. He was just waiting for him to come out. When Derek went out the door, he saw Stiles in the cab and moved closer to him.
"How long have you been here?" Derek asked.
"Uhh, 16 dollars long," Stiles looked at the cab meter, "Oh wait, 17."
Stiles paid the cab and it took off.
"Can you please stay away from me?" Derek growled.
"No, please, hear me out!" Stiles moved closer, "You're my bad romance, Derek Hale!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Stiles?!"
"You know, the song," he explained, "I want your love, Derek."
"Stop it." he turned back and started walking to the house, "Go away, Stiles."
"I don't wanna be friends, Derek!" Stiles exclaimed, "I really, really think that I love you!"
"Think?!" Derek snapped and turned to Stiles, "You think you love me?! Oh my God, Stiles. Go away, JUST GO AWAY! Find me when you know and not just think you love me!"
"No wait! Make love with me, Derek! And if this doesn't work, I'll leave you, for good."
"If you miss me sucking the crap out of you, go to Lydia or Malia or maybe Erica. I don't know, just fucking leave me alone!"
Derek slammed the door shut and leaned on the wall, breathing heavily, biting his lip and pulling his tears back.
