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When Allison and Stiles finished catching up, Stiles decided to follow her and Isaac to their new apartment. Scott tagged along, of course. However, not because of Allison, he was with Kira now, and she was with Isaac. And Scott knew that. He was there to see the new hotspot for Allison Argent. The situation with Stiles was different. It was two boys. Stiles always kept the secret to himself that he was into guys now. Or at least Derek. Stiles didn't want to admit it, but he did have a huge crush on Derek. But, he wasn't gonna pay attention to that tonight. He was gonna have fun with his girlfriend and pay minimal attention to Braeden and Derek, even if he did say he would try to help.

It was nearing 5:30 and the party would start at 7, so Stiles went ahead and got ready and even put gel in his hair in a "minimal" effort to look good. It was all for Malia, clearly. He went to Derek's loft, but no one was there. Not even Derek. Stiles sighed as he turned off his car's running engine. He waited and waited until it reached 6. Derek showed up, but Braeden wasn't there. He had pop in one hand and Red Solo cups in the other.

"You're late to your own party prep," Stiles teased.

"Am I?" Derek checked his watch, "It's only 6PM. And I was getting stuff."

"Clearly," Stiles remarked.

Derek ignored him and opened the door, and Stiles wouldn't come in. "Are you coming in or not?" Derek asked. Stiles reluctantly went inside and closed the door behind him. "So, where's Braeden?" Stiles had to question.

"She's on her way, so it's just you and me for a little bit," Derek smiled.

Stiles raised his eyebrow, "Perfect." The two clearly had to feel awkward between each other, because Stiles liked Derek, and Derek had no idea, because he only thinks of a friendship between them, even if he was the one that comforted him in his death/evolution period. And not just that, but Stiles couldn't stop thinking about him and Braeden being together and doing stuff he dreamt of doing with Derek. They both hear a car pulling in and Derek looks outside the window. "It's Braeden," Derek ran to open the door for her.

"Great," Stiles murmured under his breath.

It reached 7 o'clock and people started showing up. Stiles, Derek, and Braeden had drinks set up, including vodka and whiskey, with their respective shot glasses next to them. Food was all set, and some pizzas were on the way. 2 or 3 speakers covered the whole loft with loud EDM music. The whole pack was there, and Scott and Stiles were anticipating the exciting return of Allison and Isaac. Kira, Liam, Derek, Lydia, and Braeden had no idea. They were in for a surprise when Allison's car pulled in. As Allison and Isaac came out of the car, their friends ran to them, minus Liam and Derek. Derek followed the others, but Liam didn't know what to do, since he hasn't really known Allison or Isaac as well as the others. He was awkwardly standing behind everyone. But, he still welcomed them back with open arms, and unfamiliar faces were being introduced to each other through their friends, and pretty soon, everyone from school was at the loft. Derek was surprisingly welcoming to everyone and their friends. There were a lot of drinkers at the party, some would pass out, some would puke at the bathroom floor, which Braeden and Derek would clean straight away. Stiles was the only one getting drunk, due to his human body. The other supernatural (which were basically all of the pack except for Allison – who wasn't getting drunk at all) weren't able to be drunk due to what Scott believed has something to do with their healing. Braeden was taking care of the party and yelling at people for something they're not supposed to do, as well, so Derek wasn't having that much fun either. Stiles was happy he wasn't seeing much action from Derek and Braeden and was grateful for it. But, he didn't question it, he just let his night keep going.

It was funny, because Stiles didn't think he would have fun, yet here he was, drinking and drinking. Before he lost his sobriety, he got a text message from Malia around 8PM that says:

"Can't make it to the party. My dad wants to take me driving at night so I can be better. Tate. Not Peter."

"Okay. Do good!"

"I'll do well ;)"

"Hahaha, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"For sure. Don't forget about that test in math."

Stiles completely ignored that text and thought that he didn't need to study any more than he'd done with Lydia's notes. Now, he just wanted to cool off and have fun.

After 4 shots of vodka and 3 of whiskey, Stiles was having the time of his life. He was invading everyone's personal space, and for the first time in a while, he didn't feel like he was a burden on anyone. He was just himself, and he was happy he could be (himself). He wanted to be with Malia, but she couldn't make it. He headed towards the bathroom and just cried after he locked the door. He'd been through a lot. Lately, he'd been missing his mom, and his dad didn't have the time to talk to him, and Stiles just felt like everything is falling apart. Braeden took all the credit for Derek getting to live, pretty much. At least, that's what his drunk self was thinking.

After being in there and reflecting on life for about 15 minutes, there was a knock on the door. "Someone's in here," Stiles shouted with syllabic stress.

"Stiles?" Derek responded, "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, just dandy," Stiles said, extending the 'u' sound in the word 'just'.

"Well, there's a line here, and you've been there for like 20 minutes now."

Stiles opens the door, leans his head out, and speaks directly to Derek's face, "Well then, you tell them to fuck off."

"Your breath fucking stinks, what are you even doing in here?" Derek pushes the door gently and Stiles begins to move around funny. Derek closes the door behind him and unintentionally catches Stiles, who fell forward onto him.

"Oh, look at you, big bad wolf, with your grey v-necks and big muscles," Stiles admired him.

"Stiles, you're drunk."

"And you're hot," Stiles touches Derek's left pectoral with his right hand's index finger and keeps his finger there as he smiles.

"What is wrong with you?" Derek moves Stiles' hand away.

"Don't be such a sourwolf," Derek was suddenly remembering that night at the school parking lot, where Stiles had said the exact same thing to him. "Just kiss me."

Derek was surprised by what Stiles was saying. He repeated, "You're drunk."

"You're sexy," Stiles replied with a smile and managed to barely wink with his funny motions. "Woaaah," Stiles fell into Derek's arms, which were ready to catch him rather than leave him to fall on the floor. Derek sighed and Stiles kept laughing. "So sexy," Stiles commented, "those bulging arms." He made 2 of his fingers do the walking motion over Derek's abs and towards his chest. Derek made him stand upright and left him there.

"Dude, Derek," Stiles tried to get his attention when Derek tried to straighten himself up.

"What Stiles?"

"I have to tell you something," Stiles gestured for Derek to come close enough so he could whisper in his ear, "I'm in love with you."

"Stiles. You're drunk." Third time. Derek couldn't believe what Stiles was saying. It was true that you're still conscious when you're drunk, so you're still somewhat aware of your actions. Maybe it was his true feelings coming out, Derek thought, but he didn't think of that anymore. He couldn't Stiles interrupted again.

"It's true, wait, come here," Stiles gestured again, "that's not all." He was getting close to his ear until he turned Derek's face towards his and Stiles began to kiss him. Derek was surprised, but backed away within seconds. "Stiles," Derek said.

"I'm drunk, I know," Stiles replied before putting his hand on Derek's neck. Derek backed away until he reached the door and couldn't back up anymore. Stiles locked the door, "Doesn't mean I don't wanna kiss you." Stiles leaned in again. This time, Derek went in to kiss him. Stiles was attacking Derek, and Derek was enjoying kissing the guy he had a crush on a while ago. It was confusing for him, considering that this might have just reopened a closed wound, but he let it go. Stiles continued to kiss passionately and started wandering his hand to places all over Derek's body. 5 minutes into the kissing, Stiles backed away and said "that was amazing." Derek couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Yeah. It was," Derek smiled.

"We should do it again," Stiles puckered up, but only to lean forward with full force that he almost fell to the floor before Derek could catch him. He was passed out. Typical Stiles, Derek thought. He lifted him up and threw him over his right shoulder and opened the door. "Bathroom's free," he yelled to the line.

Derek saw the pack on his way upstairs to his bedroom. "Stiles down," Derek said, as if they were betting on if he'd pass out or not.

"You sure he'll be okay?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Derek answered, "I'll just make sure he gets a good night's rest."

"Okay, can you make sure he'll be at school in the morning, too?"

"Scott, this is the first time I've seen him have fun," Derek pointed, "I don't think school matters at the time. But I'll see how he's feeling." Scott nodded in agreement. Derek proceeded to go upstairs and the pack spread out once again. Braeden was with them too, and agreed with Derek that Stiles needed to sleep it off.

Derek reached his bedroom door, opened it, and accidentally hit Stiles' head. Not too hard, though. Shit, Derek thought. He put him down and sat him on a chair, but he was super slouchy. He was out. Derek lifted his blanket and made sure it was enough room to put Stiles in. He lifted Stiles again, bridal style, and laid him down on the bed. He took off his shoes and began to tuck him in. He saw that his phone fell out of his pocket, so he placed it on the nightstand next to him. Once he made sure Stiles was comfy, or at least that he looked comfy, he went down to the party to make sure everyone else was having fun.

- A few hours later -

The party was now over and Derek said bye to the pack and then to Braeden. They gave each other a peck on the lips and Braeden asked, "You sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna try and watch him, make sure he doesn't wake up freaked out," Derek clarified.

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away."

"Alright," Derek said, but he knew he wasn't going to interrupt her sleeping, even if she used to be a US marshal and that meant she was extra alert. Still, not as alert as a werewolf, or a full wolf, for that matter.

Derek closed his doors and locked them all. He went upstairs to see Stiles in the same position he was in before. He laughed to himself and repeated, Typical Stiles, in his head. His king bed was calling his name, and he didn't care that Stiles was in it. In fact, he wanted to get in bed with Stiles. Derek was starting to like him again, but he didn't want to. He was with Braeden now, and that was the fact. Stiles was sound as a puppy, and he was sleeping without a single noise coming out of his mouth. Derek admired that about him. He went into bed with him and he slept on his side. He didn't want to touch him or make any contact, because he didn't want to let his hormones get the better of him. He knew he was better than that, and he has more control over that now that he's a full wolf. The two slept silently and no one moved the whole night. They kept their space, unintentionally. But, deep down, they both knew how much they wanted to attack each other… At least Derek, since Stiles was unconscious now.

- The next morning -

It was 7:56AM. Stiles woke up in an unfamiliar bed. He groaned. He looked around to see where he is, and he saw Derek sleeping next to him, or someone with a really muscular back with a triskele tattooed on it. "Shit," Stiles barely whispered. Derek immediately heard that and woke up. He didn't open his eyes at all, though. He knew he'd only freak Stiles out even more than he'd already been. Stiles reached for his phone and tried not to move so Derek wouldn't wake, but it was too late. Fortunately, Stiles had no idea.

Derek heard light footsteps, and as Stiles was about to leave his room, he opened his eyes and saw the teenager hold his head like he had the biggest headache yet and started squinting really hard. Hangover, Derek thought to himself and watched him exit his room. Stiles was soon gone, only to realize that he missed his 7AM math test, and that he now had one chance to make it up, later in the afternoon. Stiles exhaled heavily and tried to prepare for his retake after a really rough night.

A/N:

What'd you guys think? Wasn't that super cute of Derek to tuck Stiles in and let him sleep in his bed? I hope you liked this chapter and the events to follow this "eventful" chapter, we'll call it. *wink* Thanks for reading!