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When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

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"Nothing," he says, catching the Reese's tossed at his with one hand. He'd just been watching Stiles, honestly. Sure, Stiles had been on his mind. Secrets were now out in the open. But, Stiles would talk to him about them when he'd felt like it so that didn't bother him. But, of course he wanted his friend to be happy - and wondered if he was. He knew Stiles didn't love it in the City. Lately, Scott hadn't either. This week? He had, but that was about Isaac and Allison and not about the City.

"Zero?" he says. "I'm excited. A lot of people love it." He should, too, right?

"It's cool, Han Solo is the dude."

Stiles, seemingly satisfied by the arrangements, throws himself down on the beanbag beside Scott. He runs a hand through his hair and crosses his feet in front of him. Offering Scott a grin is easy. He knows. He knows and maybe Stiles shouldn't have kept it a secret but now that's out of the window any way.

"You're gonna love it."

"Like the Dude?" Like The Big Lebowski?

Scott likes beanbags. Who doesn't? He's happy to get some best friend time. If he had more time or, even knew what he was thinking, he'd discuss the Isaac and Allison debacle but there's already something happening and he doesn't even know what it all means.

"Yeah, I will." Better to come at it this way. He gives Stiles a grin in return.

"No, a better dude."

Speaking of dudes! Stiles digs his heels into the ground and wriggles until he's firmly within the optimum bean bag area. Then he runs a hand over his mouth and - "So me and Derek."

"So, you and Derek," he replies, dismissing the dude conversation for now. He'll assess "better" dude when he sees Han Solo. Until then, this is something they need to address. He doesn't know what Stiles wants to say, though, so he waits patiently. Everything up till his going to Derek had been on Stiles' terms. He'd broken that, but rightfully so, he felt.

"I actually don't know what I'm supposed to say now."

He folds his hands into his lap and then thinks the better of it, stretching out his fingers and curling them around his knees.

"I didn't tell you because it's ... complicated." He doesn't look at Scott, just talks, "I guess I didn't know how you'd take it? Derek used to be the bad guy and now he's ... not? At least not for me. And it's not even -." A hum. "I don't know what it is sometimes? So I figured I could just keep it quiet and let it grow."

"You can say anything."

He has all the time in the word.

"You can tell me anything," he reiterates, in a different way. "Derek's not a bad guy." And he wasn't bad then. He was just misguided, wanting a pack and he'd gone about it all wrong. "It's not even something?" he asks. "It is, though, isn't it?" A shrug with that. It feels like it's something. "It was weird you not telling me everything. It's been weird. But, I get why you didn't." He hates that he didn't but, that's just how it happened. "I'm not going to forbid it. Like I even could." He smiles. Stiles had always been stubborn. "But, I wouldn't. I won't."

"I would've punched you, dude."

But it's a little joking, a little tentative at the same time, "We were cursed, the first time. All we did was argue and it was strange and I didn't understand any of it and then we just kept -" He makes a motion with his hand, two forces colliding.

"It was my decision not to tell you. Derek just went with it."

"I figured that out," he says. It had to have been Stiles' idea. "Were you guys together since I got here?"

"Not ... together?"

He shrugs his shoulders and then rolls his head to look at him properly. "We've been on and off for a while. It's like ... Derek isn't. You know what Derek's like. Sometimes we make out. Sometimes we save each other's lives. Sometimes he just gets weirdly intense about me living in the woods. We're not really ... something."

"But, you are," he says, leaning his head forward. "It might be weird and Derek but, he cares about you." A beat passes before he asks his next question. "Do you guys sleep together?" Another beat before he adds, "Have you guys..."

"No."

He sounds disappointed for a moment, then offers Scott a sheepish grin. "Derek's super into ... waiting. I'm still 65% a virgin."

Is he toeing the line? Is Scott going to make him eat the beanbag. IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

"I'm going to regret asking, but, why 65%?" he asks, leaning in. Hey, Scott was serious a few weeks ago. Share and share alike.

His eyebrows arch a little. It's strange, to have it out in the open now, to have someone with who he can talk to about his not quite relationship with Derek.

"We've fooled around." He fidgets, tapping his knee. "Recently. I uh think it was mostly -- oh hey you're back in the city let me get all up in that -- most of the time he's like no stiles, go away." Pulling a face and furrowing his eyebrows.

"This is weird. The only person who knows is Chase and he guessed before we were anything."

"Chase the doctor, Chase?" he asks. "I met him at Ginny's party." He was nice. He also nods. "Cool." How else is he supposed to react? "Maybe he doesn't want you to go away." Maybe it's like a hard to get thing. Not that Allison ever did that to him. Speaking of Allison. "So, a lot of people are coming tonight. You're okay I invited them, right?"

"The bearer of good drugs, yeah. He's cool."

Running a hand through his hair again, "Yeah, it's cool. That's why I got so much stuff in."

"I think Allison's coming, too," he says. But, he doesn't think he was the one who invited her. He just knows she's joining them.

"So you and Allison?"

Casually steering the conversation that-a-way.

He shrugs.

"We agreed it didn't mean anything," he says, looking at him. "And he admitted that something might be happening between her and Isaac."

"Wow."

And Stiles thought his life was complicated. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. What can I do?" he takes a second to consider something. "Also," he starts. "I might have feelings for Isaac." He tries that on for size. "Or, him for me. I don't... really know?"

See, you did think your live was complicated!

"The other day we hung out it was a great day but I think there was flirting?"

Stiles is quiet for a moment then he pulls a face, "Awh Scotty, I was going to leave Derek for you!"

No, no he wasn't. But their lives don't have to be as serious as they are back in Beacon Hills. "You think there was flirting? Who? You or him?"

"Sorry to dash your hopes. But, hey if you want to join in on this massive fustercluck," he says, lips coming together. He's not one to really curse other than when he's in more intimate situations. "Or, I could just forget about Allison and Isaac and we can elope. My mom would love it."

"You know how we flirt. Like, joking flirt. Like, I'm gonna make out with you, marry you, whatever. But, then it just didn't stop? It kind of lasted all day. And -" He thinks about it. "Me and him."

"I think I'll pass on the orgy. That'd be a whole lot of anxiety for my first time, bro. I'd rather take it slow."

He reaches over and grabs Scott's Reece's and tears them open with his teeth. Invasion of space, theft of gifts, it's like the good old times. "So you're into Isaac and you think he's into you but also Allison and you and Allison had a thing again?"

"There's not going to be an orgy." Bite your tongue.

Scott smiles. With Derek being out in the open, a lot has reset in a good way. Everything feels right - at least with Stiles.

"I'm not into Isaac." But, he thinks about it. "Maybe. Maybe I just hadn't hung out with Isaac in a long time." Because even if all of that was true, two of them couldn't date, any two of them because how fair would that have been? And just because he and Allison had -- their moment, it didn't mean she and Isaac didn't rightfully have something.

He shakes his head. "Maybe it's all the secrets getting to me," he smiles. "At least they're all out in the open?" He grabs a Reese's.

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