The Return (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

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"Okay so I'll compromise and stay in this godforsaken town until my dad wakes up and is stable but after that I'm dragging him back with me and hiring whoever can help him." I announce after cleaning myself up.

"Hold up Sti you have the MTV Awards and your nominated for 6 awards." When is it? "A few days from now and yes you said that out loud and no I'm not psychic I just speak Stiles." Woah.

I get out of my seat and turn towards the table on my knees. "Scott, Malia, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to this award show? I would ask all of you except Peter of course but my dad and everything so yeah."

"Dude I would love to pop my red carpet cherry!!" I'm going to erase those 12 seconds of verbal abuse Scott just said and input a simple yes instead.

"Okay." Malia replies simply looking bored and unsure.

"I can't believe I'm not going with you guys I was made for the red carpet. I deserve this." Lydia pouts annoyed.

"How about you be my Grammy date I mean I'm not even a singer but I still get invited to that shit so why not go with me? You could meet Bey, Nick, or John." I try to seduce her into going.

"Bey as in Beyonce? Nick as in Nick Jonas? And John as in John Legend?" She squeals with composure.

"Yeah no biggie." I mean I always hang with fellow celebrities just look at my contact list.

"Hun you had me at Grammy." She smiles at me. I see Malia rolling her eyes in the corner of my eyes. Grouchy much? Must run in the blood but she does it so beau- not going there Stiles.

"Okay get the jet fueled and crew ready for tomorrow because of all the press junkets and rehearsals, oh and find my awards show stylist what was his name? Ronald? Reagan? Ronan? Reese? R-"

"For shit's sake asshole his name is Ryan. Ryan Good and he's been working with you for a year." Sam interrupts me but damn a year? I'm shit with names that's why I give nicknames his was wait what was- oh fuck it.

"My bad. Back to what I was saying find him tell him to meet us at the Hollywood Hills house to meet Scott and Malia to find them clothes and email MTV to ask when's rehearsal and call Scar tell her I'm coming. Oh and I want the best script of the day at the hotel to go over." I list off absentmindedly seeing everyone gaping at me.

"You have to do all that?" Derek wonders.

"Dude I'm like the actor version of JB what do you expect with 98 million Twitter followers because my tweets can't be that funny so they must follow for a reason. I'm on track to the most followers on Twitter ever, I'll be the first to reach 100 million followers. Anyways you two might want to go pack and pack for a week but you can leave right after the show if you want." I offer. But Justin and I are cool after the whole me getting over Selena and him breaking up with her thing happened we chilled and he's one of my best friends, he really mellowed out after the rough patch in 2014.

"Who knew people could like the little shit?" Peter mumbles dryly.

"The little shit has perfect hearing." I glare back. "Anyways it's getting late those fans and paps are probably getting tired so I should pack em up and send them home. Jet leaves at 4pm." I help Sam up and open the door with Tom taking his place in front of me. "How's my Stilinskers doing tonight?" I hear they all yell out different things as I sign and take selfies with the ones in front. "Okay babies I have to go so how about I take one big pic and post it on my Instagram and you DM it to me and I'll tag you in it. Sound good?" I hand my phone to Sean and he takes the picture as I smile and feel two girls kissing my cheeks. "Alright I'll see you beauties soon OK? Love you guys!" I smile getting in the car with Sam as I hear them shout 'We love you too Stiles' awwee.