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It's amazing how much those two have been together since that night; Braeden and Derek. What's even more amazing is the fact that Derek hadn't been out with the pack at all in the last week. Stiles, of course, had different scenarios in mind, about how Derek would fuck Braeden every day of the week, and how he envied her for being with him. She doesn't even deserve him, he'd think to himself. But, strangely enough, he wouldn't pay much attention to his sexuality either. He thinks it's just weird of him to think of Derek like that, knowing he still liked Malia and that everything was going well in the relationship. He didn't want anyone to mess it up, especially not Derek. Who's with Braeden. Who doesn't even deserve him. Ugh, he sighed. It was 9AM. Starting your morning with over-analytical thinking wasn't something Stiles enjoyed. He just wanted peace. It was Sunday and he had no plans. He was still in bed and stayed there for a little bit more just to savor the moment.
It was really weird because he hadn't checked his phone until now. And speak of the devil, he received a text. From Derek.
"Party at the loft tonight. Plan to stay the night, everyone's bringing pajamas. See you there?"
Stiles didn't respond to the text. He just sighed to himself once again. Why would he want to go to a party where he can watch people and their socializing, having fun, making out (especially Derek and Braeden making out), doing God knows what, possibly drinking, smoking… He was never part of that crowd. And he didn't want to be. Nor did he want to see Derek have fun with Braeden. After he finished brushing his teeth, he turned the shower knob to hot and waited for the water to warm up. He got in and spent a good 15 minutes in the shower half-thinking, half-trying to wake up. He felt more tired than usual, and he was starting to get a headache.
As he stopped the running water, he reached for his towel and dried himself before covering his lower torso with it. He checks his phone again and sees he got 2 messages, one from his dad, and the other from Derek again. The one from his dad read:
"Didn't know when you'd wake up, but I wanted to tell you that I had an early shift today. See you later tonight."
But the one from Derek read:
"You have your read receipts on."
Stiles simply and cleverly replied with "I know." He then decided to go change in his bedroom and when he finished, he came back to the bathroom to get his phone and, without checking it, threw it on his bed. He didn't want to deal with Derek at all. He makes himself a sandwich then eats it, and goes back to bed with a book, still ignoring the vibrations from his phone. It all felt psychologically relaxing. Unfortunately though, his headache was getting worse. It was starting to grow into a migraine actually. Before he could finish another chapter of Mockingjay, which he'd read 3 times already, he hears the doorbell. He sighs and gets out of bed and opens the door to see Malia.
"Hey you," he says.
"Why aren't you answering our texts?"
"Sorry, my phone's not with me."
"Bullshit. I saw the text you sent to Derek," Malia responded with confidence as Stiles clenched his jaw, "what's going on?"
"Nothing. I just don't feel like partying tonight."
"So why didn't you just say that?"
"I don't know."
"Were you thinking about it?"
"Maybe."
"Then let's go together," Malia proposed.
"I don't – I'm just not in the mood, okay?"
"Stiles…" Malia had a concerned look on her face, "are you sure everything's okay?"
"Everything's fine. I just wanted to help my dad with some stuff when he gets home, like our financial issues and the debt we're in."
"Oh. Okay," Malia said, knowing something else was on his mind, "text me if you change your mind."
"You got it."
And with that, Stiles closed the door and headed back to his bedroom. However, Malia didn't come alone. Someone was with her and as she walked farther and farther away from the door, she asked him, "Did you hear that?"
"Loud and clear," Derek assured her, "but something's up. I'll try, if you don't mind."
"Go ahead," Malia scoffed, "can I drive your car while you do so?"
Derek hesitated, but wanted to shake her off, so he simply said "no exceeding the speed limit and you don't leave the subdivision," as he threw the key towards her.
Malia smiled and left as Derek stepped up to the door and put his ear to it. No sound. He picked the lock and was inside Stiles' house in seconds. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Stiles immediately heard the sound and thought his dad came back super early, but probably because he forgot his lunch or something.
"Dad, is that yo—" Stiles was cut off as he was walking towards the door. Derek was standing right there across from him.
"So, you just think you can be clever and say you know you have your read receipts on?"
"Derek, what are you doing here?"
"The question is, why are you ignoring me? Us? All of us?"
Stiles ignored him, "How'd you even get in?"
"You're coming to my party. I don't care what you say, I'll force you if I have to."
"Are you forgetting the fact that my dad is the Sheriff?"
"Are you forgetting that I'm a werewolf?" Derek cleverly replied.
The banters and remarks that both of them had with each other made everything even more precious – they didn't experience this with anyone else. Stiles and Derek's friendship was always something special. And it's something that forever will be. The sarcasm, the cleverness, the arguments, everything made it worthwhile.
"Derek, I don't want to go."
"Okay," Derek replied.
"Okay?"
"Yeah. But only if you tell me when was the last time that you had fun."
"Derek."
"See? You're coming," Derek insisted.
"Fine, but I'll stay for as long as I want, even if it's for a few minutes." The things you make me do, Derek Hale, Stiles thought.
"Okay. Perfect. If you want to help me with stuff, I'll be with Braeden setting it up. We could use an extra hand," Derek requested.
Not likely, Stiles thought. "I'll try to get there early," still came out of his mouth though, "now, please leave and don't break into my house again."
"No promises," the werewolf reassured him.
Stiles smiled and out came a light chuckle. He follows Derek out and hears a scream, "Malia! What the hell are you doing?" He laughs as he watches his girlfriend slamming on the breaks every 2 seconds down the street. He goes back inside and locks the door. He gets into his bed again and checks his phone, since there was no point to ignore them anymore. 5 minutes into procrastinating his reading, he gets a text from Derek that reads:
"See you tonight."
It was followed by a smiley face Emoji. Stiles wasn't sure what it meant, but he went ahead and texted back, "yup." At least he was feeling better than before, and his headache was slowly going away. But, of course, he gets startled by his window opening swiftly, and he grabs his bat, only to see Scott coming in through his window.
"Good morning to you too," Scott laughs, "and, uh, I hope you don't mind."
"What is it now?" Stiles exhaled.
"I brought a friend," Scott says as Allison comes in behind him.
"Long time no see, Stiles," Allison smiles as she gets up to dust herself off from the bedroom floor.
"Allison! You're back," Stiles exclaimed as he hugged her. She was in a sort of pain, Stiles assumed it was probably the sword that went through her.
"It's been too long away from Beacon Hills," she elaborated, "Paris is only so big." "Unfortunately," she points to her wound, "it hasn't completely healed yet, but it doesn't hurt as much."
"Well, if anyone can make it out alive from the Oni, being led by a Nogitsune, it's you, Allison Argent," Stiles smiles. "Is she—" Stiles looked at Scott then back at Allison, "are you coming to Derek's party?"
"For sure, I thought we could surprise everyone."
"'We'?"
As he was asking the question, Stiles was looking out his window and saw Isaac and Chris walking behind him, smiling that his daughter and her boyfriend are finally back from Paris. Stiles put two and two together and realized that everyone was in for a surprise, including Scott, because Chris apparently knew they were coming and got them from the airport. It was all planned out, and the fun part was that no one knew they were coming.
Isaac waved at Stiles from outside the window.
"I missed you, buddy," Stiles shouted.
A/N: Did you guys like the mini-reunion? I think it was cute that Allison decided to take a break from BH after being impaled with a sword. And yup! Isaac is back as well!