Author's Note: Okay thank you all my readers. I hope you're enjoying the fic. I'm tired of writing about the same drawn out day and conflicts, so I'll be switching themes a bit in this chapter, but don't worry the plot is still in tact.

There will be some Sterek fluffy goodness in this chapter, just a heads up.

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(The next morning in Beacon Hills... )

Sheriff Stilinski sighed, coffee cup in hand as the blue Jeep pulled into the driveway. Could he really stand firm in his decision if Stiles wanted to come back? He was even more unsettled when his son knocked instead of using his key.

"Could have used the key kiddo," he said, opening the door for him.

"Well I don't live here anymore," Stiles replied. "Did you forget?"

"Stiles I didn't mean it," his dad pleaded. "I was angry. We can find a way to deal with this."

Stiles sighed and looked at his dad sadly. He really wished it were just that easy, but he was a werewolf now, and it'd be easier for him to live with the pack. Besides, his dad had really hurt him last night, and would continue to hurt him if he backed down. His dad had to be shown that he couldn't just ignore his feelings on things.

"You may not have meant it," Stiles said, making his tone purposely hard. "I do. I'm here to get my things."

He made to walk past the older man, but his dad grabbed his shoulders as gently as possible to stay him.

"Stiles this is a mistake."

"Really dad?" he asked smirking and raising an eyebrow. "Aren't I mistake too? That's what you're always saying when I annoy you. I do annoy you, right?"

"Stiles please."

"No dad its alright," Stiles told him, scowling. "Don't listen to me. I mean, why start listening to anything I have to say now? I'm just your fucked up ADHD kid that you probably never meant to have in the first place."

His dad's eyes became a little moist. Oh was he hurt, upset? Good. His dad never minded making him upset.

"Is there a point to all of this Stiles?"

He would say what needed to be said to push his dad away. They both needed space.

"Yeah actually there is dad. I'm glad you want me to move, because I want to move. I'm so tired of you not listening, of Scott not listening. If your head wasn't so far up your... "

Stiles wasn't expecting the slap across his face. His dad glared at him. It didn't hurt him physically of course, but his heart filled with fresh pain. His dad's expression became immediately regretful at the hurt on his son's face.

"Stiles I'm sorry... "

"You know what dad?" Stiles whispered through tears, angry. "Fuck you!"

He turned around and stomped back toward his Jeep. Fuck his things. He could get them another day.

"Stiles!" his dad called after him.

Stiles kept walking, face set and determined. His dad left last night when he called out for him. He was tired of caring about people who didn't care about him.

"Stiles!"

The boy climbed into his Jeep and slammed the door, cutting his dad's voice off.

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"I think you've destroyed my bedsheets enough," Jackson said with amusement.

Danny groaned and opened his eyes. What time was it? He'd slept over at Jackson's last night. They hadn't gotten back from Scott's until late. He was a little surprised to see Jackson's sheets in tatters, pillows ripped open.

"What the... " Danny said in surprise.

"Morning wolf," Jackson joked, grinning. "Go take a look in the mirror."

Danny stood up and walked toward the glass, eyes widening as he got closer to the reflection. He had fangs! Holy shit. His eyes were like a canary yellow. He'd shifted in his sleep without realizing it.

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Derek looked up from the morning newspaper as the front door opened, his mate walking in looking a little ticked.

"How did it go?" he asked.

"Terrible," Stiles muttered. "My dad's an asshole. That's how it went."

Derek thought about pointing out that he knew all too well what an asshole Stiles' father could be, but thought better of it. He had plans for them today.

"I've got something to brighten up your day," Derek gave him a little smile. "Whaddya say?"

Stiles began to crack a smile, but decided to play a little hard to get. He folded his arms and set a funny looking scowl on his face.

"Oh I dunno," he teased. "Not sure I want to brighten up right now. I'm taking a lead from you Derek. I kinda like feeling pissed off."

Derek grinned at him.

"Aw thanks," he replied sarcastically. "You have no idea how that makes me feel."

Stiles laughed and ran over, plopping down next to him on the couch.

"Any of your kind of news?" he asked, indicating the paper. "Kidnappings, murders, strange night creatures attacking people... "

"No," Derek replied. "Get dressed."

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.

"I thought lovers usually asked one another to get undressed."

"Well as appealing as that sounds Stiles, we can do that later. I'm taking us to lunch somewhere. Change into something nicer."

The boy looked interested, but Derek was overlooking one problem.

"All my clothes are at my dad's house," he pointed out.

Derek smirked and reached under the couch, handing him a shopping bag.

"I'm always prepared. Made a trip to the mall while you were out. I know its not usually your style, but I think you'll look good in it."

"Aw that's so sweet Sourwolf," Stiles giggled, laying his head on Derek's shoulder.

He looked in the bag and turned his eye back to Derek skeptical.

"You'll look good in it," Derek told him. "You can't dress like a teenager all the time."

Stiles sighed, deciding that Derek had won this round. He wanted to put it on in private though first.

"Borrowing your bedroom."

Derek watched him go up the stairs. He'd better change into his own outfit. He wanted them to look good for their first date. The truth was, Derek had a secret longing to be a fashion guru.

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Stiles was not going to admit that Derek had been right. He eyed himself in the dresser mirror, hardly believing he could look so... good. He was wearing a green sweater over a white dress shirt, with the collar visible at the top. The jeans were tight, tighter than he'd usually wear, but they hugged his legs and ass perfectly. To finish it off was dressy black shoes like Derek sometimes wore. Stiles couldn't deny he felt attractive. His own taste in clothing was fine-tuned enough to know what looked good on a guy, he just usually didn't care what he wore. When he walked down the stairs his eyes took in Derek's new profile. The alpha was wearing a black sweater that complimented his hair and eyes perfectly, along with jeans, and a pair of Nike sneakers. Okay, so his was a little more casual, but Stiles sure wasn't complaining. He noticed Derek's eyes also on him, drinking him in with desire. Stiles smiled, approaching him until there faces were inches apart. Derek inhaled, the boy's scent intoxicating him, bringing their lips together. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's waist, pushing up against him, this kiss being sweeter than their first. Derek parted his lips to let in Stiles' probing tongue, while his fingers raked down the boy's back, resting on his ass through the tight jeans. He gave the boy's asscheeks a squeeze through the denim, making him moan needily into the kiss. Derek slowly pulled back, eyes glazed with desire.

"Our second kiss," Stiles whispered, his face flush from want.

"We'd better be going," Derek said.

The alpha surprised him by gently grabbing his hand. They walked out to Derek's Camaro just like that. Derek reluctantly admitted to himself that he liked the feel of his mate's fingers threaded through his. They were going to be holding hands a lot more often.

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Next chapter- The lunch date, Peter and the alphas, and Jackson has a secret