Stiles watched as Lydia stormed out of his room. She had been his girlfriend for months now and he had yet to go to the next step in their relationship. It's not that he didn't want to. He wanted to have sex with her for as long as he could remember, but couldn't bring himself to. He knew she wouldn't wait any longer and would break up with him soon, but he couldn't help it.

The way Stiles saw it, everytime he looked at himself, he thought he had an ugly body with horrible skin. He didn't have a great, muscular body like Jackson and Aiden, Lydia's last two boyfriends. He was scrawny, just skin and bones. And his skin was so pale, so pasty white and covered with beauty marks. (Beauty marks. Stiles had no idea why people called them moles. They were not moles. Moles are those big, disgusting, sometimes hairy, bumps on people's faces and bodies. What he had were beauty marks. They were small, flat dots on his face, neck, and body. If they didn't want to call them that, then fine. Call them freckles, spots, dots, beauty spots, anything but moles. They're beauty marks.)

And he wasn't athletic by any means. He had ADHD which made it hard to concentrate in school (Stiles was should his straight A's were pure luck). He talked non-stop and was always twitching. How he got Lydia to be his girlfriend he'll never know.

Stiles sighed. 'I wish I was more like Derek,' he thought.

Derek was the kind of guy women wanted to have sex with. The kind of guy they wanted as a boyfriend. Derek was handsome, had a great body and great hair. He was a badass werewolf with super strength and self healing. He always wore that black leather jacket and drove that black camaro that made him look even more like a badass.

And even though Stiles talked so much, he never says the right things, while Derek who barely speaks, always says the right words when he needs to speak. Derek was able to flirt with that police officer with no problem. Stiles couldn't do something like that. He wasn't even a fifth as smooth as Derek.

Sometimes Stiles wished he was like Derek.

Derek was in his loft, sitting on the couch, all alone. He was always alone. He never was able to connect with people and make friends. All of his "friends" were just the guys from the baseball, basketball, and lacrosse teams. He would hang out with them around school so it didn't look like he was a loner. But after school, he would never hang out with any of them.

The only person he ever really befriended was Paige. She was his only real friend, who then became his girlfriend. She was perfect, but Derek made a huge mistake and got her killed.

After that, he never had any luck with women. Kate Argent turned out to be an evil bitch that used him to get to his family and burned his house down, with everyone but Laura and himself in it. Jennifer Blake turned out to be an evil bitch who was sacrificing innocent people to gain enough power to get revenge on the Alpha Pack.

Derek was a sad, bitter man who drove people away and/or got people he cared about hurt. He was miserable all the time. He wasn't like Stiles who was always smiling, laughing, easy going with people, and always lending a helping hand.

It was times like these that Derek wished he was like Stiles.

That Guy from Blood Brothers

Stiles
If I was like him
I'd know all the right words

Derek
If I was like him
I'd know some real birds
Apart from those in my dreams
And in magazines

Stiles/Derek
Just look at his hair

Stiles
His hair's dark and wavy

Derek
It just isn't fair

Stiles
Mine's the colour of gravy

Stiles/Derek
Each part of his face
Is in just the right place, is
He laughing at me

Derek
At my nose, did he notice

Stiles
That I should wear a brace

Derek
That I've got halitosis

Stiles/Derek
When nature picked on me
She chose to stick on me

Derek
Eyes that don't match

Stiles
I've got ears that stand out

Stiles/Derek
She picked the wrong batch
When she handed mine out
And then she attacked me
With permanent acne

Derek
I wish I was a bit like
Wish that I could score a hit like
Be just a little bit like

Stiles/Derek
That guy
That guy

Stiles
I wish that I could be like
Just a little less like me

Stiles/Derek
Like the kinda guy I see, like
That guy
That guy

There were times Stiles and Derek wished they were each other, but when those times passed, they were glad they were themselves. Because they are perfect the way they are.