A/N – Hey yall. Totally just getting into teen wolf and I'm so infatuated. I just watched 2.03 "ice pick" last night and it was so good. I'm still very new to the series, so sorry if some things are out of character. I'd hope that the three new characters (Isaac, Erika, and Boyd) somehow become a part of a big family pack with all the original characters. Oh well, I'll have to wait and see.

Anyway, totally had some of these feelings and thought it would be adorable to base a Sterek fic around it. This is going to be a four-part story. Here's the first : )!


"It's weird seeing you at a party. Like, where people have fun and there's a limited amount of shadow space to lurk and creep in."

Stiles glanced to the left. He was currently playing beanie bag toss against Scott and Allison. His partner? The one and only Derek Hale. Stiles couldn't figure out what was weirder – playing an actual recreational game with Derek Hale, or that the guy had showed up to his graduation party.

Derek didn't say anything as he shot his beanie bag across the yard. It was all-net as it flew into the hole. No amount of excitement crossed the Alpha's face, especially weird seeing as it was the winning shot.

Derek not responding to Stiles' usual sarcastic jabs? No emotion for playing and winning fun gradation lawn games? Stiles relaxed. This was the Derek he was used to.

"It is kind of bright out here." Derek murmurs, and Stiles jumps slightly because he just figured the older guy wasn't going to respond to him. "Where's the photo collage you've been ranting about for days?"

"Inside," Stiles asked, a little puzzled at Derek's question.

"As your alpha, I better be in at least one of those pictures."

A lopsided grin slid onto Stiles' face. There was just one picture of Derek in his collage. Interestingly enough, it also happened to be Stiles' favorite.

"Come on, I want to see your face when you see it."

He wasn't quite sure what prompted him to do it. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing "casual Derek". Maybe it was the relief of having a successful graduation party. Maybe, even, it was the three bottles of bud light Stiles had snuck from the fridge before the party to get his courage up.

Or maybe Stiles' just wasn't thinking. As Stiles began to walk past Derek to lead him into his house, his hand reached for the alphas and tugged him along.

For a second at least. Stiles wasn't sure if it was a mutual drop, but before he knew it he was wheeling around with an extremely I-did-not-just-do-that-I'm-sorry look on his face.

What the hell had he been thinking?


Stiles Stilinski was not a very popular kid. Most of the school ignored him for his sarcastic, childish, and borderline annoying behavior. He only uses these adjectives because it's what one of his classmates had told him after Stiles had asked the guy if he wanted to be lab partners.

No joke. The dude literally said he was speaking for the school. Such a life ruiner.

Stiles also didn't consider himself worth much to the adults in his life. He had a fairly good relationship with Scott's mom, a few of the guys his dad worked with, and his one English teacher who had a surprising amount of faith in him and who decided to look past his obnoxiousness.

What he did have, however, was a hyperactive imagination. These two factors, along with his looming graduation party, combined to form an almost paralyzing fear for the newly graduated teen.

What if nobody came to my party?

The idea had formed weeks ago. He graduated from high school on June 9th; right when his father was in the thick of an investigation into a marital murder. Not the time to plan and host a party.

So he pushed it back. He was going to have it in late June instead (still a very usual and acceptable time!). But, of course, his cousin had to be getting married the exact weekend that worked best for the Stilinski's. Stiles couldn't make his family chose between a wedding and a grad party.

Mostly because he knew he'd lose.

So they postponed it to July. All the way to the end of fucking July.

Did people even remember or care about graduation parties after June? Didn't the excitement pretty much just die out? He didn't know, and he was very afraid of the answer.

Probably the worst part was having to go to every single one of his pack mates parties. Scott's was right after graduation. Stiles had no idea Scott knew so many people in the town. It was a huge success, and the idea that his wouldn't compare was born that day.

That new baby was nursed at Lydia's. Lydia, being the most popular of them all, had students swarming her party. Stiles probably didn't even know a quarter of the students who were there, and he spent four fricken years with them.

Jackson's was the real kicker. That damn fear baby full on consumed him at Jackson's party. Stupid rich kid with his rich parents. He had gourmet caters, a bazillion adoring fans, a giant ass house, tents, various campfires, the whole shebang.

When Stiles compared it to how his was probably going to be (a few tables scattered around the front yard with at least three CONGRATS balloons) his stomach had fallen right out of his belly. He didn't even eat that day.

That, right there, was a testament to how nervous the young man had become.

To compensate, Stiles had went into overdrive the week proceeding. He was personally preparing the house, ordering the tables, chairs, and even the tent (YES! HIS DAD WAS LETTING HIM GET A TENT!). He was both relieved and gracious when Ms. McCall offered to help with preparing the food.

The most important part, however, fell solely on Stiles' shoulders. Getting the people for the party.

For the better part of July, Stiles had been on campaign mode. Guess what he did during every single one of their pack meetings? Stile's cornered all of them individually and demanded they come. He's advertised on Facebook multiple times, put an add in the paper, and even told his father to tell everybody at work.

Considering half those people were criminals, Stiles' desperation showed through loud and clear.

It didn't matter. It was happening. People would be at his party. They would have fun. People cared.

…Right?


"Two cars just pulled in!" Stiles shouted, relieved. His party was set to start at one, yet the first two cars (that's right, TWO bitches) rolled in fifteen minutes before.

He bounded downstairs and greeted two of his relatives.

"Congratulations Stiles," his aunt had said before pulling in a hug. "Thanks for changing the day," she murmured in his ear. Stiles smiled and nodded. His newly wedded cousin grabbed him next, squealing with delight.

"Look at us and our new lives!" He rolled his eyes but hugged her anyway. He greeted everybody else and was about to ask how being married was; when even more people started walking up. Stiles couldn't suppress a squeal.

His family continued to come for the first half hour. Soon there were fortyish people already socializing, thirty more than Stiles expected.

He was weaving in and out of his family, commenting, chatting, and laughing, before his ears perked up and he looked toward the driveway. If this was a TV show, Stiles swore it would have been the time for a super cool song to blare in the background as everything started happening in slow motion.

Seven, count em seven, cars followed one after the other and parked on the side of the road. Out came Scott, Allison, Jackson, Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Lydia, and every single one of their parents.

Shit was going down.

Even after that, more kids from his school started showing up. Danny and a few other guys from the team came. Jessica and Elena from Chemistry showed up, giggling at Stile's astounded look.

He was in heaven.

"Congratulations Stiles!"

"Where's the card box?"

"This food is fucking delicious."

"So what's your plans next year?"

"You excited for the summer?"

"Great Party bud."

"You did it. You made it."

And his head was swimming as he made his rounds. He was talking with Jackson's parents ("Thanks for making sure our son stayed out of trouble") when he felt a tiny tremor in the area. Stiles found himself feeling surprised, and he wasn't sure why. He turned to his pack mates. All of them were looking in the same direction with wide eyes.

Stiles followed Isaac's eyes till he spotted what everybody else had already seen.

Derek Hale. Walking up to a graduation party. His graduation party.

Holy shit. People do care.

They all made a beeline for him. They really should have realized this might look odd, but right now, none of them cared.

"You didn't come to mine!"

"Or mine!"

"You are totally choosing favorites!"

"And Stiles nonetheless? I was the first one who agreed to join your pack!"

Stiles didn't say anything. He just beamed.

Derek growled. "None of you actually asked me!" And that shut everybody up very quickly.

"Now would you all fucking scram, do you not realize how suspicious this looks?"

They all give Derek a quick, apologetic look before dispersing. Jackson and Lydia dragging Scott and Allison to the beanie bags, Erika returning to her parents, and Isaac and Boyd returning to the line of food.

This left Derek and Stiles.

"You came." Stiles smiled, before jerking his head to the party. They started making their way across the lawn and to the tent.

"You asked. And this was oddly important to you. I look out for my pack Stiles."

"Yeah but I just figured that ended at preventing bodily harm, giving us a place to stay, and watching slash creeping on us from a distance. This, however, means you care."

"I don't care," Derek grunted.

"You care. You came."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Whatever. At least you have me at your party and nobody else can say that. Not even Jackson. I'm eating now. Go away."

Derek turned and made his way to the food line. Stiles watched him with an odd feeling in his stomach. Derek not only remembered what he said about Jackson's party, but he cared enough to show up because of it.

What's more, they just had a conversation that didn't end with a threat, a menacing growl, an annoyed Derek, or any bodily harm. Well this was what they called progress.

SPACE

Derek Hale felt out of place. He couldn't remember the last time he had went to a party. What's more, he couldn't remember the last time he went to a party during the day. No darkness. As much as they all made fun of him for it; it truly was a comfort for the alpha.

Not that he'd ever admit to it.

He was deciding which meat to take. He had already decided in his head, but he hadn't made a move for it yet. He was dreading deciding where to sit.

What the fuck? This is why I don't do shit like this. I'm not a fucking teenager. I'll just eat by myself.

Derek then realized what he was saying in his head, and he growled. Which was stupid seeing as two teenage girls were standing right next to him deciding which salad to eat. They both looked at him with wide eyes.

"Umm, you just growled. I mean legit growled. Who the hell does that?" One of them said. She was a pretty red-hed that reminded him of Ginny Weasly from Harry Potter. And he's only watched Harry Potter because Scott had forced them to watch the last movie during one of their stupid pack bonding nights. Pack bonding should be hunting deer and working out together, not sleep overs and movies.

Oh, the cons of having teenagers rule your pack.

"I thought it was funny," Ginny's friend said. She was auburn haired, but she didn't remind Derek of anybody.

Derek realized it was his turn to speak. Putting on his best gentlemen and not estranged werewolf alpha face, he smiled. It must have done the charm, because he could feel both of the girl's pheromones spiking.

"Sorry. I was irritated. But I'll just take the pulled pork." He put some on his plate before starting to turn around. He glanced at the girls' plates. They were ready to sit down.

"Do you wanna sit with us?" Ginny asked. Her friend nodded enthusiastically.

"Lead the way," he grinned.

And Derek really shouldn't be sitting down and conversing with these two girls. He could definitely feel eyes looking at him. Judging him. He was a sort of a loner in the town: many even considering him dangerous. It probably wasn't the best picture, sitting with two newly graduated, just 18 year old girls.

He didn't care.

"Your name is Derek, right? Are you friends with Stiles?"

"More of like a mentor. How do you know him?" He asked casually.

"We're in chemistry with him. What do you mean mentor?"

"Have you not heard him talk? Somebody has to teach him how to talk to the ladies."

Both of the girls giggled. Derek held back a smirk as the Ginny look a like seemed to push her chest up into the air. He wondered if she thought she could get more of her boobs to spill out of that ridiculously small dress of hers. Teenage girls, Derek sighed in his head.


Stiles was starting to get burned out. He had finished his rounds, and had talked with everybody a sufficient amount. He was ready to hang with his friends. He made his way to the beanie bag toss. Scott and Allison had moved on to Isaac and Boyd. Apparently these two were the shit.

"Yo dude you wanna play us after we finish whooping these two?" Scott grinned, throwing a bag into the air and landing it on the board.

"Fuck you," Isaac growled, scoring the same point.

"That doesn't do much," Allison pointed out, "we're still winning."

Stiles rolled his eyes. Some people cared about winning way too much.

"Yeah I can take you. I'll need a partner though." Stiles turned and scanned the yard. He knew whom he wanted. His eyes fell on him before scrunching up in confusion.

"Why is Derek talking with Jessica and Elena?" He tried to keep the bite out of his voice. Was Derek really going to mess with more of his friends?

"Oh you have no idea how annoying it's been. I try to tune it out but I can't," Scott mumbles. "He has the two of them practically begging for his cock. It's a little disgusting. Whoops, he growled at that."

Stiles turned around and glared at the scene. He wasn't about to let that happen.

He stormed down to the tent till he was right behind Derek's chair. With a fake smile, he gripped Derek's shoulders and pulled.

"Hey you two, sorry I'm going to have to borrow Derek. Enjoy your food."

Stiles was surprised when Derek let him man handle him and lift him off his chair. He took a step back when Derek started walking up the hill.

"That was fun." Derek mused.

"What the fuck was that?" Stiles stammered.

Derek turned, sensing actual anger from the teen. His mouth fell into a tight line.

"I'm sorry. It was wrong to toy with them. They were just so easy."

"How far were you going to toy with them till? All the way till they were on their knees and you were humping their face?" Stiles didn't know why he was so angry.

Actually, he did. They were way to young for Derek! And, that's just gross. And at his party! Seriously?!

Derek tensed and a frown slid over his face. He took a step forward till he was extremely close to Stiles, face brushing against his as he whispered in the other teen's ear.

"I haven't given you any reason to think I'm some kind of slut. I didn't want a fucking blowjob from them, and, besides, they are the farthest things from my type. I was just having fun with two very horny, very slutty girls. I would never actually lay a hand on them. I'm sorry if I offended you. I'll leave now."

He pulled away and started to walk towards the road.

Stiles looked straight ahead, feeling somewhat like an ass.

"Derek," he murmured, making his way to the beanie bags where Scott and Allison were just beating Isaac and Boyd. "Get your ass to the beanie bags. We're playing."

Five steps later, Derek was beside him.

"Sorry for overreacting." Stiles mumbled.

"Sorry for thinking that was okay."

"Sorry for calling you a slut."

"Sorry for giving you the impression."

Stiles laughed.

"That one seemed sarcastic."

"It was."

Their disagreement was quickly forgotten. They played the first game, and to everybody's surprise, they won. Scott and Allison demanded on a rematch. By this time, Stiles felt absolutely normal again.

He made a mental note to completely ignore and lock away the feelings he felt when he saw Derek with Jessica and Elena. He convinced himself he was just looking out for their safety, and for Derek's reputation.

At least he thought he had locked them away.

"Where's the photo collage you've been ranting about for days?"

"Inside," Stiles asked, a little puzzled at Derek's question.

"As your alpha, I better be in at least one of those pictures."

A lopsided grin slid onto Stiles' face. There was just one picture of Derek in his collage. Interestingly enough, it also happened to be Stiles' favorite.

"Come on, I want to see your face when you see it."

He wasn't quite sure what prompted him to do it. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing "casual Derek". Maybe it was the relief of having a successful graduation party. Maybe, even, it was the three bottles of bud light Stiles had snuck from the fridge before the party to get his courage up.

Or maybe Stiles' just wasn't thinking. As Stiles began to walk past Derek to lead him into his house, his hand reached for the alphas and tugged him along.

Well, for a second at least. Stiles wasn't sure if it was a mutual drop, but before he knew it he was wheeling around with an extremely I-did-not-just-do-that-I'm-sorry look on his face.

What the hell had he been thinking?

A/N -Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you thought of my first Teen Wolf fanfic! Don't forget there are still three more parts coming!