The Pack

Chapter 20: Derek & The Pack.

"Horrible idea."

"I don't want to do it."

"I rather go find Scotty's dead body again."

"I rather get myself killed again!"

"Oh, stop complaining!" Lydia exclaimed to the two men in front of him. "You're the one that wanted to play karaoke!" She said to Scott.

He facepalmed himself. "Yeah, songs that are already written. Not songs that are 'original'."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you write songs?"

"Not that long ago and it's not like I want to sing the only goddamn song I ever made." Scott answered.

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Come on, guys. I am going to be there as well and like I said, it's not an X-factor episode. You guys were a band."

Derek Hale who was besides Stiles, gave a look to the fox. "You have a band?"

"Had. Past tense, Derek." Stiles said. "Back in 7th grade but the reason we stopped the band is because we didn't have any songs nor people."

This reminded Derek about his father's love for music. He used to write songs all the time, some were not that good, others sucked but once in a while, there was a song that Derek thought was worth it's own single. But of course, his dad didn't care about the money nor the fame, those songs were a hobby for him. Noneless, Derek thought he could had at least sold them for a good amount of money.

"Well, now you do. Scott wrote an amazing song that is worth at least some of your time."

"Lydia, no thanks. I rather sing some songs that were already written than to sing my own song." Scott said.

Stiles agreed with him. "Last time I played the drums I was fourteen."

Lydia shook his head. "First, Scott already said fine." She looked at Stiles. "I heard you play four months ago."

"Eh, we can agree to disagree."

Lydia sighed and looked at Derek for help. The Sourwolf cleared his throat.

"It cannot be that bad, if Scott could write a song and if Stiles does know how to play the drums." He tilted his head to the left. "It can work out, my family is very supporting and the Elders don't come today. So, it could go just fine."

Scott groaned. "What are we talking about again?"

"A song you wrote." Stiles answered.

"Can we just get it over with?"

Stiles looked at Scott, his best friend had aged drastically, he wasn't any better but heck, Scott looked six years older if it was possible. "You want to do this?"

Scott sighed. "We're talking with Lydia Martin. We are lucky she hasn't made us do it or screamed at us. Stiles, you and I both know this is an arguement that we cannot win."

"I guess you're right. Anyways, what's the song about?"

"Some lovers finding love." Scott simply said.

Lydia decided to say the whole truth. "Is about a guy who found a girl down a river stream, he got to know her but then he was torn apart because he realized she did some bad things. But then, he thinks about the things he did, too. He throws their past away and live happily ever after."

"Thanks, Lyds. I didn't know about what was the song I wrote." Scott said sarcastically.

Lydia only nodded.

Stiles sighed, he wasn't going to question anything after everything they all went through. He looked at the three people in front of him and sighed again. "Where are the drumsticks?"