The Hales

Chapter 1

Stiles's POV

"Stiles, shut up." He roles his eyes and goes back to texting Allison.

"Well that's rude." I tell him. "You wound me, Scott." I pretend to be shot in the heart dramatically until he pushes me off the hood of my baby. Fuck, I'm gonna bruise. I pout until Issac walks up. "Issac help me. Scott's being mean."

"Why are you on the ground, Stiles?" He asks me instead.

"He pushed me." I cross my arms like a child and pout more.

"Okay but what did you do?" Issac says as he raises an eyebrow at me. How dare he automatically think I did something to deserve this abuse!

"I'm appalled at your discrediting assumption that I did anything at all and frankly I, "

"He was whining about how hot Derek is again." Scott interrupts my rant. Then they both laugh at me as I blush and finally get up off the ground.

"Everybody thinks he's hot, excuse me for saying it out loud." I say sassily as I hop into the jeep. My beautiful jeep. Scott climbs into the backseat and Issac rides shotgun as I drive off to the Sourwolf's house. We've got Pack Night tonight. I love pack night.

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Issac, Scott, and I were the first ones there. Derek already had the video games and cards out. I went looking for him upstairs but when I open his bedroom door, without knocking, he was standing next to his bed in sweatpants..... shirtless. This isn't my first time seeing his ridiculously hot body but fuck me, I'll never get used to it.

"Did you want something Stiles?" He asks me as he crosses his arms and glares at me. Oops, was I staring?

"Yea. Ummm where are the chips Sourwolf?" I totally dodged a bullet there.

"They're in the same place as every other day you're here." Now he's raised one of those caterpillars on his face. Time to flee.

"Thanks. Bye now." I close the door and take the stairs two by two. When I plop down on the couch Scott is already on it laughing really really hard. Stupid werewolf hearing.

"You used chips!? Chips?! Seriously!?" He says between his laughter. So I kick him off the couch and he stops laughing. Heheh payback for earlier.

"Don't mind if I do." Issac snickers as he takes Scott's vacant seat on the couch. He lays his head in my lap and I play in his adorable curls. Scott gets comfortable on the floor and we flip through TV channels until Lydia and Jackson walk in.

"I spy with my little eye one, two, three losers in a loft." Jackson says with his evil little smirk. Lydia rolls her eyes then walks over to me to plant a kiss on my cheek.

"Hey Lyds, Jackson." I say his name with acid. Derek finally comes down and I pout when I notice he has a shirt on. "When's everyone else getting here?" I ask no one in particular.

"Allison has to sneak out a little later, Danny gets off work in an hour, Erica and Boyd are upstairs actually, and I think the twins are out running." Scott tells me without looking away from the TV.

"Guuuuys come down here." I say in a normal voice cuz I know they can hear me just fine. A minute later they're walking down the steps and plopping on the floor next to each other. Derek puts in Just Dance for the Wii and I challenge Jackson since he's such a jerk. After I beat him effortlessly, Scott plays against Issac. Allison arrives in the middle of their dance which distracts Scott and Issac beats him. Now that she's here she plays against Lydia. Ethan and Aiden walk in sweaty and in need of a shower. Erica challenges Derek to a dance and after encouragement from all of us he finally gets up. I know my jaw wasn't the only one dropped when he beat her. Nobody said anything though cuz his glare made it clear that we were not to ask how he was so good at this game.

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I'm playing Need For Speed against Erica, Scott, and Aiden. At the cards table, Allison, Issac, Ethan, and Lydia are playing Uno. Then you have Jackson, Derek, Boyd, and Danny who are just talking about stuff. Now that everyone's here and spending quality time together, Sourwolf can order the food. We always get pizza and Chinese since there's always people who want both. This is nice. We're one big, happy Pack Family. I go into the kitchen for some water and when I turn around Derek is there. He leans against the counter and stares at me.
"Yes, Mr. Sourwolf?"

"I thought I told you not to call me that." He deadpans. I finish my water and just stand there looking everywhere but at him. We both don't say anything and it's getting more and more awkward. Then Jackson walks in to complain about food.

"Did you even order the food yet Derek?" He snaps at the alpha.

Derek turns to walk away and says, "They'll be here soon, pup." He knows how much they all hate being called that, especially Jackson. I laugh at him as I follow Derek back to the living room with everybody else.

It's that time of the night when we all wind down, eat, watch movies, and cuddle. Me and Derek always get the couch and usually Isaac lays across us with his head in my lap and his feet in the Sourwolf's lap. Lydia sits between my legs next to Scott and Jackson lays down with his head in her lap. Allison curls up against Scott's chest and Danny lays his feet on Jackson's legs. Aiden and Ethan each lay on a bean bag chair and Erica cuddles with Boyd laying more to themselves for a bit of privacy. When the food arrives Derek goes to get it all and we pig out as Lydia puts in Aladdin. By the third Disney movie some of the pack has fallen asleep. They look so cute. I take out my phone and snap pics of Jackson just in case of emergency. When the movie ends, Derek decides that it's time for everyone to go home, except for Isaac of course. I help him wake everybody up and get to their cars. Then I help him clean up since there was a huge mess. If I'm being honest, I just really don't want to go home. My dad is doing a double so he won't be home til tomorrow morning. I hate being alone.

Almost as if he read my mind, Derek looks at me and says, "You can stay here tonight, if you'd like. You can sleep on the couch." I nod my head gratefully and go off in search for a pillow and blanket. After I find one and get settled Derek goes towards the stairs carrying a sleeping Isaac. "Good night Stiles." He says.

"Good night Derek." I reply, already drifting off.