(Sterek) Im actually not a fan

chapter 3

Stiles:

Well at least the shoot isn't early I think as the makeup artist attempts to me look a little less pale. "You look just as good without makeup I dont see why they insist on putting some on you." Lydia complains in the chair next to me "or me for that matter. I show up already wearing some, yet they wash it all off and start over. It's a waste of time"
"They put makeup on me so the cameras don't think I'm a ghost. They put makeup on you because if everyone learned you came in looking that beautiful no one would pay attention." I respond waving my hands in her direction I continue. "Your only womanly rival here is Tailia Hale." She laughes at me, batting away the artist's hands to do the job herself.
"Most people would say Laura is my beauty rival or even Derek." I shook my head, patting down the dress shirt I'm in so it doesn't wrinkle.
"They are attractive, but I have a thing for power, and you and Tailia have that powerful vibe I like." Lydia scoffed.
"Derek is one of the most popular actors in America, and Laura is in line to be an official contestant for miss universe. I'm a tv actor." She smiled a little sadly "nothing powerful about someone who can't even get a made for tv movie." She stood up heading towards out the curtain to the church set. I grabbed her shoulder lightly turning her around.
"You've also graduated early from law school while playing the main character in a tv series. You could out power those airhead Hales any day." Lydia nodded and with that little deep moment out of the way we started joked about how the stage looked more like a funeral than a wedding. In the middle of my awesome zombie groom impression the big stage doors opened and the star arrived. "after this why don't we go to that restaurant where the waiter always hits on you?"
"Your so rude Derek is trying to introduce himself to everyone and your talking about dinner." She scolds. Well it's not my fault I'm hungry. Plus that place has the best bread.

Derek:

I arrived to set late. How could I arrive to set late?! I'm a professional, I have an image of respectability to uphold. Plus by now Laura or even Peter might be telling all those embarrassing stories about how I wanted to be a werewolf when I grew up. "Thank you for that lovely introduction Mr. Hale but I'm sure we all know who you are." A tall woman said. She then directed me to the makeup and wardrobe section. I sit through the torture that is having powder splashed onto my face and am finally able to go out onto the set. People immediately surround me, trying to either flirt or hand me headshots. A few of the women even try to push their breasts onto me in a completely obvious way. They're attractive, but right now I'm more interested in the pretty man laughing at one of my father's jokes with the red haired actress next to him.

"So Derek was running around all week growling saying he was 'getting into character'" Great Dad's telling that story. At least Stiles seems to enjoy it, his eyes are squeezed shut and mouth open in a laugh. "I swear he only got into acting so he could be in a werewolf movie." My father turns to me with a joking smile, "or was it for all the good snacks us models aren't allowed to have?"

"I actually became an actor for the shiny awards and trailors." I respond. Turning to Stiles and the actress I stick out my hand, "Hi I'm Derek Hale. We worked on the same commercial when we were children." Stiles shook my hand politely saying,

"Yes now that your father reminded me. You nearly bit the head off that kid that wanted to share his transformers with me." His lips quirk into a smirk. "It's nice to see that weird commercial kid is now award winning actor guy." I frown a little at him calling me weird.
"You thought I was weird?" I ask. By this point isaac made it next to me. He's laughing along with my dad and the red head.
"Yeah, but we were all strange when we were younger" I was about to tell him he didn't seem odd at all, but the stage hands called us to set. "Well time to get married I guess" Stiles jokes. "Ready to kiss the groom." He joked, making a kissy face and hip checks the red head while walking away.