Hello readers! :) Just wanted to let you guys know this chapter and the next will be longer than usual, your also going to see more of Stiles and Meg's friendship come out in this chapter! Also, I was thinking, that Meg/Scott and Arden/Stiles need a ship name... So if anyone has some suggestions, feel free to let me know! :)

Enjoy!

Meg's POV:

Now I get why Arden ordered a large, meat lovers pizza.

Walking through the apartment door, we came face to face with five guys, all with werewolf appetites: Including Stiles.

"Hi Boys," Arden said to Derek, Peter, Isaac, Stiles and Scott as held up the box "Grab a plate: only three slices per person because Meg and I need to eat too," All the guys thanked her and then me. Derek, Peter and Isaac all got up to go get food, but Scott and Stiles stayed where they were.

"Why weren't you returning my calls?" Stiles asked Arden as she shrugged.

"Maybe," Arden said, mock shock on her face "because I don't want to talk to you?"

Grouchy, sarcastic Arden was coming out.

Stiles though, didn't seem offended by her attitude as he said "We need to talk,"

So Arden ignored him and instead, asked Derek "Why didn't you tell us that you were at school today?"

Derek swallowed the food in his mouth before replying "Because I wasn't planning on going to your school, but Scott gave me a call and said that Allison and Lydia had something important to show me,"

Then, Derek leaned around Arden and looked at Scott, adding "And it wasn't,"

Scott huffed, raising his hands in the air "They were trying to help!"

Sensing his frustration, I patted Scott's shoulder in sympathy and he calmed down.

"Then," Derek continued, getting all of our attention "We went to visit Deacon and Isaac got his memory jogged a bit more,"

Isaac shuddered as he bit into his third slice of pizza "Please don't remind me about that, I'm still freezing"

I looked to Scott, confused as he shook his head and mouthed "I'll tell you later,"

"-And we found out where they hid Boyd and Erica," Derek finished, making Arden snap out of her funk.

"Where?" She asked, curious as Derek swallowed more pizza and Stiles got some, passing three to Scott, who gave one to me. I smiled sweetly, whispering "thanks," to him as Scott grinned adorably, saying "no problem,"

He was just too sweet sometimes; Jeremy probably wouldn't have done that when we were dating.

"The old Beacon Hills Bank," Peter interrupted, getting a dirty look from Derek. He was good at giving those.

"Oh, the one that had to shut-down after a robbery?" I asked, and suddenly everyone turned to stare at me.

"What'd you just say?" Stiles asked, suddenly looking very excited as he dropped his plate on the table that had somehow appeared in the living room (which I swear, wasn't there yesterday) and started shifting through a stack of papers, looking for something.

Confused again, I repeated "The old Beacon Hills bank? It was shut down because some thieves broke into the bank and robbed it. I only remember it because it happened the last time we visited,"

Arden nodded, thinking and then suddenly joined Stiles, looking through the papers until they both reached for the same one. Awkwardly, both their hands brushed and they both stiffened.

Derek, ignoring their sudden shyness to reach for the paper, took it and read the sheet.

He looked up at me.

"Your right," he grinned, "it says here they broke through an air vent,"

Quickly, Stiles found another paper, handing it to Arden, who nodded at him and then passed it to Derek.

Derek looked it over, and then everyone gathered around as he set up a plan to take the vent and enter through the vault where Boyd and Erica were being held.

"So I'll punch through the wall-"

"Whoa there, just wait a moment!" Stiles said, breaking Derek's train of thought "Are you sure you would be able to punch through the wall, with that little of space?"

Derek paused, and stared at Stiles. "Hold up your hand,"

Stiles, did "Okay, now what-"

He was suddenly knocked right off his feet when Derek punched his palm.

Arden and Isaac, both with food in their mouth, stopped chewing and stared down at Stiles, stunned.

Scott quickly helped his pal up to his feet as Stiles muttered "Never mind then,"

Derek smirked "So, any volunteers to come with me?"

Uncle Peter, said something about how he hasn't "fully recovered" and Isaac looked really tired and not up for fighting a bunch of werewolves either.

Then Derek turned facing Scott and Stiles, asking Scott "Can you come?"

Scott thinks it over and then my gut tightens, a really bad feeling coming over me about this plan.

"Okay," Scott agrees finally "We'll have to try,"

And with that Derek nods "Okay, we'll head on out then,"

Scott looked at me "Text Allison and Lydia to let them know what's going on,"

I nodded, wanting to talk about how Allison purposely excluded us out of the meeting and her weird behavior. I also wanted to tell him the bad feeling I was getting from all of this and what was going on with Arden and Stiles. Most of all, I had this strong urge to just get his attention and just talk to him.

Watching them start to leave after Derek tells everyone else to stay here, I felt like I had to say something.

So quickly, I exclaimed "Scott!" making him stop in the doorway, and turn to me.

"Yeah Meg?" he asked, sounding concerned and confused as Derek looked back and studied the two of us, with an odd expression on his face.

Suddenly, all the things I wanted to say were gone and erased from my mind like a chalkboard.

Finally, I said meekly "Stay safe,"

Scott grinned a little "I'll try,"

After nodding at Derek to do the same they both left.

The room was silent for a few minutes, with people trying to figure out what to do, as Arden broke the silence.

"Well, it was nice to see everyone, but I have an economics test to study for," ignoring Stiles as he groaned.

"Can we please talk Arden?"

"Why," Arden snorted, humorless "it's not like we have anything to discuss."

"Actually, if I talk and you listen than we'd have plenty to discuss," Stiles said, in a matter-of-fact voice but it was still visibly clear he wasn't going to drop this "especially since I'm curious on why you were spying on me and my dad earlier," Arden froze "Care to tell me why?"

She thought for a moment on how to answer.

"In the famous words of the magic eight ball," she started, pausing for emphasis "Ask again later,"

And with that, she grabbed her school bag, one more slice of pizza and started up the spiral case where Peter was sitting on. Passing by him, she patted his shoulder, making him smirk.

"I'm sorry," I apologized for my sister's behavior seeing Stiles confused and down-fallen expression "She's always stubborn and grouchy when she's upset, but she always apologized in the end once she calms down."

I don't know if anything I said made Stiles feel better, but he nodded in understanding.

Uncle Peter chuckled "Or she could not and find somebody else,"

Stiles gave Uncle Peter a dirty look as he said "Can someone please kill him again?"

I rolled my eyes, smiling a little as I playfully pushed Stiles "Come on, there's more pizza left if you want some."

Stiles, who looked between his options of killing Uncle Peter and getting more pizza chose the latter option, which made me feel relieved since Derek probably wouldn't appreciated blood on his floor.

Walking into the kitchen together, Stiles let out a huff.

"I really screwed up with her, didn't I?"

I paused, "Not really," making him quite surprised "If you actually screwed up, she would've kicked you out of the house after maiming you for life," I couldn't help but giggle at his horrified face "Trust me, you didn't screw up; if anything, you're doing everything right by just being your hyper, funny, sweet self."

"You just need to give her some room," I continued, thinking "Her and my Dad, they were having... issues before we came here and I have a feeling that she's angry because it's just a natural reaction for her if she feels something is wrong becuase of her fights with my dad. If you just give her space she'll calm down and realize she's being stupid and she'll apologize. She's never met a guy like you before Stiles; she's still trying to figure out how to act around someone so much more… Down to earth than the people in Hollywood,"

Jeremy popped into my mind.

Thinking over what I said, Stiles smiled.

"Thanks Meg," he grinned, surprising me by pulling me into a hug "I'll try that,"

I couldn't help but smile as he let go.

Suddenly, Stiles asked me a question.

"Were you having issues with someone when you came here too?"

I stared at Stiles honey brown orbs and slowly nodded.

"Yeah… I was,"

Thankfully, he didn't ask what, but I had a feeling he's been reading the tabloids.

Then, he pulled me into another hug.

"You know if you ever want to talk about it, I'm always available, and even if you don't want to talk to me, there's always Scott. I know he really cares about you,"

I felt my insides squirm at the knowledge of that.

My smile grew bigger feeling really touched by all that he said "Thanks Stiles,"

He smiled a toothless grin "No problem Meg,"

Exiting the kitchen, I suddenly felt extremely tired by the days events, and after getting told by Isaac, Stiles and Peter to go sleep and that they'd come get me if they need me, I grabbed my stuff, hugged them all good night (surprisingly, even though we didn't talk much, Isaac hugged me back) and headed up stairs for a nice, long nap.

The last thing I heard them all talk about, was Stiles commenting on how odd it was that the Alpha pack chose to hide Boyd and Erica in a bank.