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Peals of laughter echoed through the halls of the Stilinski house. In the bedroom of one Stiles Stilinski lay two shaking figures. Their bodies quivered on the floor as they fought to catch their breath. Stiles had fallen out of his chair and Scott had never quite managed to make it into a chair in the first place.

Instead of working on the excruciating assignment had given out they had wasted countless hours on Youtube before stumbling upon a video called "I'm enjoying a treat, Derrick!"

Stiles couldn't resist the temptation. With quick fingers, he clicked the link and withing seconds he was howling with laughter on the floor next to his best friend. They had managed to get through all of the videos but he kept coming back to this specific one. He wondered how their precious alpha would react to the same treatment.

Trying to catch his breath and haul himself off the floor, Stiles gripped his aching ribcage. He wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. This had been too good. In fact, it would continue to be too good. He had a plan and he would need to somehow get Scott to agree to help him. While Scott was always up for a prank, pranking a moody alpha like Derek could end in maiming.

He was breathless and Scott was still on the floor, his fist silently banging against the floor. Stiles had finally calmed down when his father walked by a quirked brow. He should ask what was going on but he really didn't want to know. He had lived with Stiles long enough to know that sometimes he shouldn't ask questions because the answer could be quite scary. He had found out the hard way about 3 years ago when he had asked his son what he was reading and was told that Stiles was researching torture with rats. John had immediately taken his pet rat, Bruce, back to the petshop.

He walked past shaking his head. Scott had finally finished and was taking slow breaths.

"Scotty boy, broseph, bromigo... We are going to have some fun." Stiles said with a big smile that lit up the room.

But Scott knew better. Years of friendship prepared him for those kind of smiles. Stiles was up to something it was going to get both of their asses in troubles. Scott had a feeling that Stiles wouldn't get the worst end of it though. There was a hint of fear behind the devious light in his eyes.

"No. Stiles, whatever it is, no." Scott said standing up and looking down at the human.

"Aw, come on Scott. I promise it will be fun!" He leaned back and frowned.

"Stiles. You're going to get us into trouble." Scott said weakly. He was already on thin ice with his mom and he wasn't going to push it. He had a date with Allison and he was not going to miss out on it for some juvenile prank.

"Not at all. I have a good feeling; he will laugh about it, I'm sure." He said with tight lips and a short nod.

"He? He who?" Scott asked warily.

"Derek. Are you not paying attention? Scott, keep up,dude." Stiles said with an eye roll.

"No. In fact, hell no." Scott said before grabbing his bag. He needed to get out of here before Stiles pulled him into it anyway. It was situations like this that got him into this werewolf mess. "I am not getting my ass beat for pranking Derek."

"Not pranking... just a bit of light teasing." He said as if that changed anything.

"No." Scott said slipping his shoes on and trying to leave but Stiles flew forward and latched himself onto the werewolf's calf.

"Scott! Bestest buddy. My dear, Dick Grayson,"

"We are not Batman and Robin."

"My companion of the night. I need you!" He cried dramatically as Scott drug him through the house.

Shaking his leg, he attempted to detach the little leech. Stiles wouldn't budge.

"Fine. But I am only going to try to keep Derek from snapping your neck when you annoy him. You can tease all on your own, Dark Knight."

Stiles smiled triumphantly. He let go and Scott ran from the house before he agreed to something else.

It would be a week before Stiles had a chance to act. He had been banned from pack meetings because he kept making jokes about the summer heat and smelling like wet dogs and flea treatments. He hadn't helped his case when he placed a little black bug of some sort in Erica's hair. She had tried to rip his head off and Derek had saved him before telling him not to come back for a bit.

So Cat Woman couldn't take a joke. But he was bored as hell at those damn meetings. Beacon Hills was quite at the moment and while they all trained and beat each other up, he was left in the corner to watch and... just watch. He could be doing better things with his summer vacation. He had video games to play, pizza to eat, and sleep to catch up on. Stiles couldn't remember the last time he had had a good night of sleep. Derek was a slave driver and school was... school.

He was laying in his bed on his stomach with his butt in the air when he felt a harsh smack to the back of his head. His eyes opened slowly and he smacked his lips. The summer heat always made him thirsty in the morning. He scratched his face and looked for his assailant. There is such a thing as respect for a teenagers summer slumber.

"Stiles." Derek growled looking down at him.

Even in his sleepy haze he knew that this was his opportunity.

"What do you want, Derek?" He shrieked at an alarming volume and decibel.

Derek looked shocked and very confused. "Pack meeting. You're late." He said firmly before exiting through the window.

It was later that day that he got to test Derek again.

They were all sitting around watching some movie about... well Stiles didn't know. He was off in his own little world thinking about how he could get out of Mr. Harris' summer classes. That dude had some serious issues.

"Iles...Tiles... Stiles!" Derek growled.

"What do you want, Derek!" Stiles voice was shrill and loud.

All the wolves looked over at them confused; all but Scott, who was biting back his laughter.

Derek had no idea what in hell was happening but he decided to let it slide.

"Are going to pick the next movie or not."