Prom went off without a hitch. They did pictures at Lydia's house, for good reason, then piled into the limo, laughing and talking, heading to dinner.

Honestly, it was exactly the kind of prom one should have. Sure, Stiles would not have expected Lydia or Danny...or hell, even Isaac or Allison, to be in his prom photos, but the fact that they were just made it better. These were his friends, the people that he should be spending prom with, and dancing like a crazy person? Well, that was just one perk of not actually having to look good in front of his date.

In fact, even Lydia let loose a little bit and joined him in some of his slightly more tame moves.

Of course, it was the after party at Lydia's house that would be all anyone talked about for the next couple of weeks.

Of all of the parties that Lydia had thrown in high school, this one had to take the cake. There was a fountain of champagne, the food was catered, there were imported beers and top shelf liquors, and a hired DJ to make everything even more intense.

Girls hitched up their long dresses, guys shed their jackets and loosened their ties, and everyone just the fact out of their system that they were either juniors (like Stiles and his friends) and about to be seniors, or that they were already seniors, and they only had like, a month left of high school.

"Hey." Scott walked up to Stiles, grinning stupidly. "I got drunk!"

"What?" Stiles looked at him, his eyes wide. "I didn't think that was possible!"

"I drank a whole handle of whiskey in 20 minutes!" He grinned, pulling his best friend into a bear hug. "I love you, Stiles. You're my favorite friend in the whole wide ever."

"Oh my god, I missed drunk Scott!" Stiles hugged him back.

"We should go talk," Scott stated, grabbing Stiles' hand and dragging him away from the rest of the group. Stiles didn't object at all, and Scott didn't seem too bothered by the fact that he was leaving Allison, as she was having a good time talking with Lydia about, well, probably the fact that Scott actually managed to get drunk.

"What's up, buddy?" Stiles asked as he and Scott sat down on the front lawn of the Martin house.

"We got through so much," Scott started. "And I just wanna let you know that like...there are a lot of times in the last…" he pauses to think about how long, before deciding an actual number doesn't matter, anyways. "Well since I got bitten, where I think it probably feels like I'm not there for you, or like I'm a shitty, shitty friend - like…"BAD DOG!" sort of shitty friend...and I just...so glad, Stiles." Scott grins lopsidedly at his best friend. "So glad you didn't ditch me to hang out with the cool kids."

"Scott, please," Stiles said with a grin. "You and I were always the coolest kids."

"Yeah…" Scott got a dreamy look on his face. "But look, whatever happens with...my werewolfitude, or with Allison, or with Deputy Baby Face…" Scott stopped talking to make time to giggle at his own joke. "We're best friends, man. Best friends. Forever and ever and ever."

"No, we're not." Stiles shook his head.

"What?" Scott's eyes widened, and a look of horror flashed across his face.

"Relax, man." Stiles laughed. "We're not just best friends, we're brothers."

"Oh, yeah, well that's a given," Scott stated, instantly calming down. And hey, with the way that things seemed to be going between their parents, them being brothers legally was a real possibility.

"Pretty much," Stiles admitted.

"I just want you to know that I love you, man. Like...so much brother love. And if you want to love on a dude, that's fine. Get it man. Get it."

"Maybe I will," Stiles said with a laugh, shaking his head. Scott was one hell of a best friend. That didn't stop him from being 100% crazy all of the time.

"I just want you to know that I support you. I don't know if I told you that. I could join PFLAG or something, if you want. I mean the F is for Friends...who do stuff together...right?" He stopped to laugh at his own Spongebob reference, and Stiles joined him, remembering how they ran around for an entire summer once singing the FUN song from Spongebob Squarepants, before both of their parents banned it from their houses.

"Yeah, the F stands for friends, but I know you support me." Stiles smiled. "You always have. You don't have to join PFLAG to prove that to me."

"Oh. Good." Scott nodded. "Joining stuff is hard."

"That is very, very true," Stiles agreed.

"I wanna marry Allison," Scott admitted, totally changing the subject, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "I mean, not right now, but just...later. Will you be my best man?"

"I'd better be," Stiles said with a grin. "Just so long as you wait until after college to get married."

"Oh...yeah...that's probably wise." Scott nodded. "I wonder what we'll name our children."

"Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?" Stiles asked.

"Nope." Scott shook his head. "We're gonna have children."

"Well, okay then." Stiles nodded.

"What about you? Are you gonna have kids? You and Kyle should adopt like...tons of babies, so our kids can be best friends just like us."

"Now you're definitely getting ahead of yourself," Stiles said with a smile. "Kyle and I...we're just starting out. Who knows if we'll last?"

"He rampaged a house with werewolves and your father, who was mad at him, because you - who were also mad at him at the time - had been kidnapped," Scott stated. "That's love, bro."

"Yeah." Stiles smiled gently to himself as he thought about that fact. "I guess it is. Still doesn't mean I'm ready to map out the future."

"Well...fine then," Scott said, sticking out his tongue.

"You're drunk," Stiles retorted.

"Yeah…" Scott's face split into a grin. "Feels awesome."

"I'll bet it does." Stiles laughed, patting Scott on the shoulder. "You probably won't even be hung over tomorrow."

"Probably not," Scott admitted, his grin widening. "You should be drunker."

"Nah, I'm good." Stiles shook his head. "I'm happy. I want to remember this."

"Talking to me?"

"Yeah, but I mean, prom, this party, all of it. You and I went so long being all each other had friendship wise, and now look at us?" Stiles grinned. "We're at a Lydia Martin party, who not only knows who we are to the point of putting us on her guest list, but she's one of our best friends. We've got Allison, Isaac, I guess Danny now...Derek, if you can count that, I've got Kyle." He shrugged. "And most of the time, it's all hell breaking loose, and I just want to enjoy this."

"Makes sense." Scott nodded. "And you took Lydia to prom, so you can go back in time and high five your ten year old self."

"Yeah…" Stiles laughed. "Naive little 10 year old Stiles." He shook his head, clucking his tongue. "Bet he never thought I'd be with a guy right now."

"10 year old Scott would be supportive!" Scott interjected.

"I'll bet he would be." Stiles laughed, lying back on the grass next to Scott.

"Do you think our parents will get married?" Scott asked.

"I don't know." Stiles shrugged. "But my dad took off his wedding ring finally, so…"

Scott sat straight up.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Stiles smiled. "Your mom is...exactly the kind of person he needs in his life."

"And my mom needs someone who won't be an asshole."

"That's perfect!" Stiles grinned. "My dad is only an asshole to me, and even then, it's mostly good natured," he teased.

"Awesome."

Scott fell silent, Stiles joining him in the content peace of lying on the grass next to each other, not saying anything.

"Okay, I'm gonna go find Allison," Scott said a few minutes later. "You going back to the party."

"Yeah." He nodded. "In a few."

"Cool." Scott disappeared, and Stiles pulled out his phone. He bit his lip, and dialed Kyle, despite it being close to 5 AM.

"Stiles?" Kyle answered. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Stiles nodded, though Kyle couldn't see him over the phone line. "I'm actually really, really good."

"I'm glad to hear that," Kyle stated, the tone in his voice clearly evidencing that he would like to know why he'd been woken up in the middle of the night by his boyfriend.

"Sorry to call this late, or rather, this early, I just want you to know that I trust you. You don't have to make anything up to me anymore, and I'm going to stop giving you crap about the lie. I know why you did it, I get that, and I trust you, Kyle. I love you."

"I...love you too," Kyle said. "Stiles, where are you?"

"Lydia's party."

"That's still going?" he asked.

"It's dying down." He shrugged.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah." Stiles smiled. "A lot of fun."

"Good, I'm glad. That's what I wanted - for you to have fun."

"Well...mission accomplished." He grinned. "Do you work today?"

"I work the night shift."

"Good." Stiles nodded. "I want to see you."

"Um, right now?" Kyle asked.

"Sure. Or later. Either one is fine."

"Do you want me to come and get you? I mean, what about your friends?"

"Isaac and Danny disappeared hours ago, Scott just went to go find Allison, and I know Lydia. She's not going to let her status as a single woman stand in the way of her getting some prom night action."

"Are you lonely?"

"No." Stiles shook his head. "I don't think I've ever been less lonely in my life. I just want to see you."

"That's all the answer I need." Kyle smiled. "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Alright. I'll be the guy on the front lawn in the suit."

They hung up, and Stiles dipped back into the party, deciding it was best to tell someone he was leaving, even if it was just Lydia as she led some guy to the stairs. Stiles kissed Lydia on the cheek goodnight, and went back out to the lawn, sitting up, waiting for Kyle's car to show up.

As he sat there, the sun just barely starting to come out, the air warm, and comforting around him, feeling like it had been a long time since he had been as happy as he was right now, and he didn't want to let go of that feeling, of the memory of tonight...ever. But he did want it to include one more thing, and that was Kyle.

To him, including Kyle in the memory of tonight, asking him to be here for this, was Stiles' way of admitting that what they had was serious to him. He wouldn't just be some guy in the back of Stiles' memory years down the line. No matter what happened, whether they broke up in 2 days, or stayed together forever, he would be Stiles' first real love, and that in and of itself, was enough.

THE END

A/N I AM REALLY SORRY! I did not mean for this to be the end! but it just worked so well for me! I...yeah, I did it, it's done. I wrote it. I'm really sorry to end it without any warning, but I was writing the chapter, and I wrote the last paragraph, and it just felt over. Thank you all SO much for reading, I love you ALL! If you have any interest at all in Stisaac, I just started posting a new chapter story with that ship, called Lost in the Flood! Thanks so much for reading, I love you all, and I really do hope that you liked this story!