Disclaimer: I don't own The Internship. *gets elbowed in gut* *grumbles* Or TeenWolf.

Stiles sat gloomingly in the Google building, hoping that he wouldn't be picked by a group completely incompetent. Looking down at his phone, he bit back any emotion at the messages he recieved

Scott: Dude when u coming back

Derek: Stiles we miss you

Erica: Where the fuck are you?

Lydia: Hey Stiles

Choosing to ignore all but one message, he responded to the one person he still kept in contact with.

Hey Lydia. Talk later k?

Now pocketing his phone, he didn't wait for a response putting it on silent. Looking up, he was met with realisation that they were forming into groups already, and that the annoying teamwork speech had ended. Dammit. He would have to interact with people. As he was about to get up and make some sort of an attempt at forming a group, he was stopped by an arrogant voice.

"You. Beanie. You're coming with me." Looking over, he was met with a boy his age, probably a little older since he is eighteen and a little young for college. This guy was around his height, over confidence oozing out of his every pore. Oh no way in his life time was he ever going to be in that hellish group being formed. Attractive women and prestigious college students. He had had enough Jackson's and Jackson cliques for one life. And he certainly didn't want to be on a close basis with one.

"Uhm, no thanks." replied Stiles snarkily, pushing up his glasses on his face. The face in response was one of surprise, anger, and… amusement?

"You don't want to be on the same team as me? I'm a genius!" he scoffed.

"That's what we're all here for, "genius", so don't think you're anything too special."

Finally resigning himself to Stile's decision, he flicked his eyes down, what was he looking at? Oh, name tag.

"You'll be seeing more of me…" his lips curled into a smirk "Stuart." despite the over all douche-ness, Stiles would admit, his name sounded really good on the boys tongue. Oh, he should not be thinking things like that. Snap out of it Stiles. Stiles thought, now coming back to himself and realising to his inner mortification that the boy-Graham it said on the nametag- was staring expectantly. Nice job idiot.

"Hopefully not." he rudely supplied, watching in relief as Graham took this as a sign to walk away. WINKING AT HIM as he walked away. What the fuck? That was weird, but Stiles chose to ignore it. Okay, that was enough interaction, he was gonna sit the fuck back down and wait for some sane people to find him, because obviously standing to mingle wasn't gonna work.

~~~First ever linebreak woot-woot~~~

After the crowd had cleared and formed definite groups, it became very clear to him that no sane people had found him. Oh god, was he going to have to socially put himself out there? That sounded like a nightmare to him, but to his luck (or possibly future dismay) there was a small scatter of people left without a group in the area. He was already prepared after noticing this for the leftover mentor, who yelled out: "Leftovers, come with me!" He swore out of the corner of his eye he could see a smug smirk of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it and kept walking. Asshole.

Well, this was already turning out to be fantastic.

~~~StilesxGraham~~~

Well, it turned out worse than he thought. One was fangirl pervert, the next a terrified self abusive momma's boy, and the other two completely incapable. Each team given the same task to complete, and see who could do it the quickest. The task was to determine an error in computer coding.

Naturally the team went to trying to develop a detection of the error, while the stupid ones just went back in forth throwing each other ideas that didn't even make sense. It reminded him of Scott and himself in their earlier days. Dammit.

"Would you two just shut up and let the capable people have some peace?" That was probably uncalled for, but he was far too annoyed and pained by past memories to think of that right now. The boneless councelor looked as though he wanted to say something, but was soon interrupted by them half heartedly defending themselves. He rolled his eyes and went back to work. They finally managed to get somewhere, and were so close. But to their misfortune, they were stopped. Graham's team had found the error. Great.

~~~StilesxGraham~~~

Plopping down in his bed in his college dorm (that he had managed to go roomate-less) he checked his phone inbox, and noticed three new texts. Fortunately all from Lydia. One confirming his messaging, another asking how his day was, a third inquiring how his day was. He typed back a reply that seemed to fit the last two messages.

Stiles:Thank god I'm back at my dorm. I'm surrounded by crazies and idiots

He soon received a reply.

Lydia:Well, what's crawled up your ass?

They simply started to go back an forth bantering.

Lydia: I go to go, it's getting late. And to his astonishment, it had been three hours since he had started texting Lydia.

Stiles: Okay Goodnight.

Lydia: Goodnight. Also, I'm going to have to tell the pack eventually that I'm talking with you. Please just let me. I miss you being around. We all do.

He only replied with a quick no, but in reality, he was longing to say, I miss you so much. But he refrained. A tear slid down his eye.

Author's Note: So just to make thing clear for those who don't get it, Stuart is what people officially call him now (Since in this his first name is Stuart not Genim), but since he is used to be referred to as Stiles, that is what he internalizes himself as. And his last name remains Stlinski of course :)

Anyway, so this was a request from Wolfgirl705, and I hope she likes it!

Have a rockin' day!

-Sinner

Question Of The Day: do you guys have any story requests yourselves?