You are cordially invited

to celebrate the wedding ceremony of

Scott Alejandro Stilinski

And

Isaac Thomas Lahey

On Saturday afternoon June 21st at 5 o'clock

at the Stilinski family estate

and afterwards at the Beacon Hills country club

It wasn't fair, really, that Stiles had to go through this shit again. He had enough trying to avoid going back home for the holidays so he wouldn't have to hear people going "Oh poor Stiles, Jackson really did a number on him," or " Oh, poor thing you must be devastated being dumped like that," and then there was your typical "Sweetie, you are great. I'm sure you'll find someone else." Really? If he was so fucking great then why the hell did Jackson just dump him out of the blue after a two year engagement? And where the hell was the new Mr. Perfect that was supposed to come and sweep him off his feet?

He glanced once again at the invitation in his hands and sighed in defeat. He knew no matter how much he bitched about it he was still going. Scott was his little brother and he would do anything for him. After Stiles's mom died his dad was devastated. He threw himself into his work and drank away his despair leaving a one year old Stiles having to fend for himself. Okay, not really, his aunt Patricia stayed over with them from time. Still, a father's love and care (or lack thereof) does not go unnoticed by a child; which is why Stiles teachers started to notice the bedraggled state the kid was in and decided to give Mr. Stilinski a call. That's when people started to notice just how fucked up the guy was. His boss told him he either got his shit together or he was getting fired. That's when he decided to get clean, and then me het Melissa. She was a nurse at the hospital; according to his dad it was almost love at first sight. He asked her out a couple of times but she always said no. That is, until one day she told that she would go on a date with him if he managed to stay clean long enough. He accepted the challenge and then the rest is history. Soon they were married and Stiles finally had a mom again, and then a few months later Scottie was born and Stiles felt the happiest kid on earth.

Stiles dropped the invitation on the kitchen counter of his modest studio apartment and poured himself a drink. He looked at his watch. Only 5 minutes had passed since Melissa's call when she'd asked him if he'd gotten the invite. Scott had been so excited the day he told Stiles the news of the wedding. Isaac had finally popped the question. How could he miss the happiest day of his little brother's life? Besides, he really missed his folks. He was going to have to suck it up, go back to Beacon Hills, and be the best man at his brother's wedding. Except, there was a little problem; a little problem going by the name Jackson Whittemore. Besides giving Stiles the good news of the wedding Scott managed to slip in there another tidbit of information. It turns out Jackson was going to be the other best man at the wedding. Jackson the guy whom Stiles had loved throughout his teenage years; Jackson who mysteriously decided he wanted to go to Berkley after he found out Stiles got accepted into NYU; Jackson who after a few drunken make-out sessions got the guts to ask Stiles out on an official date; Jackson who proposed to Stiles three years ago and swore eternal love and devotion; the same Jackson who a year after the proposal decided to end things saying "it's not you it's me" and claiming he "didn't feel the same way anymore." One of the perks of growing up in a small town is that everyone knows everyone; which means that Jackson, Stiles, and Scott basically grew up together. They had all gone to Beacon Hills High and all three of them had made it into the lacrosse team. Stiles always whined about having his younger brother tagging along with him and his friends deep down though he didn't mind it so much. In fact, he loved it. Scott was only a year younger than him so they had lots in common. He remembers the first time Isaac and Scott had laid eyes on each other. Scott literally tripped over his feet in the cafeteria when Jackson walked towards him and introduced his foster brother Isaac. Those two acted like a pair of clueless puppies. That is, until the summer of their senior year. Well, Stiles and Jackson's senior year it had been junior year for Scott and Isaac. Stiles couldn't help but smile at the memory of that summer. God knows what would've happened if things had not gone down the way they did that summer

His cellphone rang and he checked the caller id. "Ha!" he laughed pressing the answer button.

"You know I love you and your brother to death, but sometimes you Stilinski men are really stupid. Why would Scott let something like this happen? I know Jackson is like a brother to Isaac but even Isaac should know making him the other best man would be a bad idea." Lydia rushed from the other end of the line.

"Hi Lydia, I'm fine, thanks for asking." He offered sarcastically.

"Oh shut up, you know I love you. Plus, I've got some of my people keeping tabs on you already at the Times. I'm trying to fume a little on your behalf so shut up and let me vent." She justified.

A wave of warmth unfurled in his chest. This is why he loved Lydia Martin so much, he always had. It all started with his crush on her back in high school, then they'd become good friends and Stiles had come to the realization that what he felt for her was more of a companionate love. Then he'd realized his true feelings for Jackson and they'd bonded over their scheming to get the lacrosse captain to fall for him.

"Thanks, Lyds. I appreciate that."

"Anyways, the reason I called is because I have the solution to your problem."

"Does it involve indulging myself with copious amounts of alcohol and curly fries?" he asked hopefully.

"I have one word for you: escort." She said triumphantly.

"Can I still eat that with curly fries?"

"I'm sure if we pay him enough he could be persuaded."

Wait, him? Stiles replayed Lydia's sentence once more in his head.

"An escort? Aren't those like man whores?" he choked.

"Technically, yes, but in this case there would be no sexual encounters unless you wanted to. Remember the article we ran on the magazine two months ago about a male escort? You said how much you liked the article so I thought you wouldn't object to the idea. I managed to bribe one of the editors into giving me his phone number-"

"No. Lydia, no. I am not doing that. Why on earth would I show up to my brother's wedding with a male prostitute. I'm desperate, but not that desperate."

"Desperate means call for desperate measures. Look, Stiles, I know you're all laughs and jokes with everyone else but I know this breakup hit you pretty hard. You were going to marry the guy! I can't even imagine what's going through your head right now knowing you'll have to spend two weeks stuck under the same roof as Jackson. This escort thing will keep you distracted. It'll be fun. Imagine showing up with a brand new sexy "boyfriend"? No more consolations and stupid comments from the town's gossips. People would finally get off your back and you'd get to spend a great time with your family. The hot guy that'll keep you company is a great bonus."

Stiles took another gulp of his drink and nodded. Lydia was starting to make sense, that's when he realized she was winning this argument. This would not end well.

"I feel lame enough as it is; I'm not paying for some guy's company. Aren't those dudes usually old?"

"It depends. I can assure you, though, this one didn't sound old when I talked to him on the phone."

"You already hired him, didn't you? Without knowing whether I would agree or not." Stiles inquired cautiously.

He could almost picture her right now. Picking at her nails nonchalantly, a small smirk on her face. She knew she'd win this.

"Well, if you already paid for it… When do I get to meet him?" he asked in defeat.

Stiles pulled the phone away from his ear at Lydia's excited shriek.

"Yes! He'll meet you at the airport the day you leave for California. I went ahead and reserved first class seats for you guys. I also paid him an advance; you pay for the rest in case you have any special requests. I promise you, Stiles, you won't regret this."

Lydia always got away with things. It really wasn't fair. A week later, Thursday afternoon, Stiles found himself in the JFK international airport about to meet the guy who was about to play his new fake boyfriend for the next two weeks. Breathe, Stiles. He chanted this to himself over and over. He'd never been a big fan of flying. Hopefully Erica Reyes would be working today. Talking to the blonde during his flights always entertained him. She was a stewardess and an old classmate of Stiles who'd also happened to move to New York after graduating High School. After checking in and going through security his nerves were still on edge. The last thing he needed right now was a panic attack. Yet the jumble of feelings and emotions he felt at the moment felt too familiar. It wasn't only the escort situation that had him nervous. It was the fact he was going back to Beacon Hills. He stopped coming home for the holidays after Jackson broke off the engagement.

Once he stepped into the plane he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine. What's the worst that could happen? He shouldn't ask himself that question, everyone knows after every occasion those words have been uttered hell breaks loose. Stiles hiked up his bag on his shoulder and winced. Maybe he shouldn't have brought so many clothes but Lydia had insisted on packing sexy and sophisticated outfits for him. To make Jackson foam at the mouth you don't only need a hunk of a man by your side, you need to look the part too . He stepped into the first class section of the plane and checked his seat number on the ticket. At that moment a middle aged man walked past him and stood by the seat next to the one that was supposed to be Stiles's. He had salt and pepper hair and donned a very expensive looking suit. So this was Derek Hale. Stiles sighed and tried to hide his disappointment. He wasn't bad looking but after all the things he read about the guy on the article he'd expected him to look different. Stiles took a step forward just as the man moved away from the seat and stopped to gawk at what he saw. No way. A pinch on his butt startled him.

"Ow!" he cried.

"Hey gorgeous, daydreaming already?" Erica smirked at him.

"Blondie! No I was just admiring the view." He breathed.

And what a view it was. Occupying the seat right next to Stiles's sat a fine specimen of a man. Had his prayers been answered? Was this a joke? There was no way that dude was Derek Hale. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a few buttons undone at the collar revealing a sprinkle of dark hair on his chest, the shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The way that shirt hugged those arms and torso…Jesus Fucking Christ! For the second time in his life Stiles was going to have to travel with a boner.

"He's gorgeous isn't he? He's been sitting there for a while now, constantly checking his phone. Whoever he's waiting for is a lucky lady." Erica murmured.

"Or guy." Stiles offered.

Erica nodded considering this option.

"He's waiting for me." Stiles mumbled.

"What?" Erica shrieked.

Everyone in the first class section turned to give them weird looks, including Mr. I'm too sexy for my shirt. He locked eyes with Stiles for a moment before giving him a slow smile. Oh God, Bad boner! Erica apologized to the passengers and told them to continue getting settled.

"Shit, Stiles. You're one lucky bastard. Is he your date for Scott's wedding?" Erica leered.

Stiles nodded and proceeded to tell her the same version of the story he'd planned on telling everyone else. Derek was his new boyfriend and they'd been dating for a while. Stiles just hoped they wouldn't happen to run into any of Derek's "customers", wouldn't that be great.

"What are you waiting for? Go to your man!" Erica ordered him after pushing him in Derek's direction.