Derek turned away quickly to maintain any inkling of privacy, but still stood at the doorway, waiting for them to compose themselves.

Jackson quickly moved off Stiles and stood up at the side of the bed. He rubbed his plush lips, red from the rough kisses, and stood there somewhat confident. Stiles first instinct was to cover his bare chest from Derek and quickly jump off the bed to retrieve his shirt. He felt embarrassed but also relieved that it was Derek and not someone like his Dad or Scott.

Jackson sat up and rubbed his face, allowing him realize how angry and confused he still was. All he wanted to do was get out. He glared at Stiles before shoving his way past Derek, who was still standing at the door, not sure what to do.

Stiles quickly rearranged himself and placed a pillow over groin area, to attempt to feel comfortable in front of Derek in this position. Derek was about to sit on the bed next to Stiles, but moved to the desk chair, shaking his head and grinning at the thought of Stiles like this.

"What are you doing here then?" Stiles asked with a sarcastic tone.

"What did Lydia say?" Derek asked.

"What no, 'I'm sorry', or 'Hello, can I come in?'" Stiles said.

Derek inched closer to Stiles to get his point across, oblivious to his rudeness.

"What did she say?"

Stiles sighed, "She wants to be with me. She loves me."

"And Jackson?"

"I don't know, I think he wants to be with me. He is totally pissed."

"So what was that just then? Angry sex?" Derek said and pointed to the bed.

"I don't know, it was crazy. I don't know really. He seemed jealous."

Stiles squinted and took a second look at Derek.

"So who are you going to choose?" Derek said, directing the conversation back on topic.

"I don't know, I really don't."

"I thought it would be obvious, Jackson."

"Yeah, but it's Lydia. Lydia. I've loved her forever. I would have done anything for her."

"'Would have'?"

"I don't know, it's so different now. It's Jackson. Jackson Whittlemore. Damn it!"

After Derek left Stiles just lay on his bed and let everything run through his mind. He was exhausted, from last night with Jackson, the whole who to choose saga, and just generally, because he hardly slept anyway.

Derek was helpful, which was once again surprising, but he made Stiles think about everything differently. Same story, different problem; Lydia actually wanted to be with Stiles. This was his dream for as long as he remembered. But would he be happy with her, knowing what he could have with Jackson?

Stiles heard his Dad's truck pull up into the driveway. He sat up and ran his hands over his face. If he did go for Jackson, how would he tell his Dad or Scott or anyone else in his life? He was somewhat confident that they wouldn't mind, but Jackson on the other hand, what would he think about it all? It was all very hard.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?" Stiles said, coming out of his bedroom.

"I've got dinner," Stiles' Dad said, holding up a paper bag with take out.

The whole day had passed and Stiles had forgot to eat, the smell of the take out quickly reminded him.

He raced downstairs and met up with his Dad in the kitchen. They sat in silence, as Stiles got into his burger. Even though he was starving, this usually didn't stop him talking non-stop with his Dad, and he noticed it too.

"What's up?" Stiles' Dad asked.

Shit, Stiles thought. Do I tell him everything now? He could help, he usually gives good advice, Stiles thought.

"Nothing. Well everything," Stiles said, with a mouthful of food.

"What is it?"

"I don't know if I want to tell you," Stiles said, honestly, still contemplating if he would or not.

"You can tell me anything you know Stiles. I might not understand it, but I can still listen and see what I can do," he replied.

Stiles was so grateful he still had his Dad. Their relationship was totally different since his Mom died, but it had become stronger, where his Dad was always supportive, whether Stiles deserved it or not.

Damn it, I'll tell him, Stiles thought.

"Relationship trouble. Two people want me and I don't know who to choose," Stiles said. He almost felt relief, and then stupidity, because as he said it out loud, the problem was really a problem, more of a blessing.

Stiles' Dad eyes widened, almost surprised that two people would want him. Not in a mean way, just that he had never encountered anything like this with his son before.

"Right. Okay. Well…which do you like more? Contestant number one or two?"

Stiles smirked at his Dad's humorous reply, before actually thinking about his answer.

"Well number one I have liked for ever but they have never liked me until now. And number two I have only just started liking, but in a different way."

Stiles liked this numbering system, made it much easier to deal with.

Stiles' Dad put his burger down on its paper, and had a good think about it all.

"Can I give you some advice that my father gave me?"

"Shoot."

"I was dating this woman for a few years and I really loved her. Then I met another woman, and it was love at first sight. I was like you, I didn't know what to do. I had loved this woman for a long time, and I had only known this other woman for a few months, but that love was completely different with her," Stiles' Dad said

"Anyway, I went to my father and told him like what you are telling me now, and he told me - 'If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second'. So I did, I chose the second woman, your mother."

"Wow. I mean wow. You're right. That makes it so much easier. That makes sense. Thanks Dad," Stiles said, very sincerely.

It did make sense. His Dad had never been so wise with him, and now was a good time to start. He would choose Jackson. Plain and simple.

"So who are these two people? Do I know them?"

Stiles froze at the thought, he wasn't ready to tell his Dad after all. Take things step by step, he thought to himself.

"I'll let you know," Stiles replied, being very vague on purpose.

His Dad didn't seem to mind that answer, he could just tell that Stiles looked relieved than when he first sat down.

"Thanks Dad" Stiles said again as he got up, finished his dinner.

"Anytime. And I mean that," his Dad replied.

Stiles smiled at his Dad, before deciding to give him a much deserved hug.

Stiles went back up to his room, determined as ever. Jackson. That's who he loved and wanted to be with, and he had to let him know. He called Jackson a few times but it just went to voicemail. Now that Stiles had decided, he was becoming a little antsy at the fact that he couldn't get onto Jackson. Maybe I should go and see him, he thought. Before he could decide Jackson sent him a text message. It read 'Stop calling me. I don't want to talk to you right now."

Stiles sat on his bed, feeling defeated. Things weren't going to plan. Not that he really had a plan, he didn't really know what to do after he told Jackson his decision. But he knew that telling him through text message, or probably even on the phone wouldn't do. He would just have to wait until Jackson wanted to talk, or if he ever wanted to. Jackson had really let his guard down today. Actually he had probably let his guard down that afternoon when he and Stiles kissed in the garage. And now that Stiles had been conflicted between him and Lydia, all had gotten too much.

Sorry for the short chapter and delay - (insert excuse here) - this story is always in my head, just gotta get the time to write it!