(Stiles pov)
It was common currency that when Jackson threw a party at his house you were only aloud to be sad in the laundry room. The reason for this is in 2008 Jackson threw his first party the day before Valentine's Day and a bunch of people broke up with there partners that day. And the heartbroken thought the party would lighten them up but it ended in 30 people sobbing in his house. So now the rules is if your sad go to laundry room. Today Jackson threw a Valentine's Day party. Me and Lydia came together. "I'm gonna grab us drinks." I mumbled. She smiled and walked over to Allison. I went and grabbed us two beers. I walked back over and handed the cup to her. She nodded at me and went back to talking to Allison. I started talking with Scott. I tried to talk about lacrosse or Star Wars but all he wanted to talk about was kira. I get that there in love and I'm happy for them but dear lord was it pissing me off. I eventually walked away once Isaac came over. I walked around for a bit and realized everyone there had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. And everyone was flirting and doing hella PDA. I tried to find a single, single girl in the whole house and backyard but no one. I was the only one single. No one to spend the holiday with. I quickly made my way to the laundry room and slammed the door. I turned and saw Derek sitting on the washing machine looking completely indifferent. I sat down on the dryer and sat my head back. "I'm gonna kill myself." I groaned. "Good. No one likes you." He mumbled. I chuckled and looked at him. He looked at me. "I'm single on Valentine's Day." I said. "Me to." He replied. I looked up at the ceiling. "Last year I had malia... and I was happy. And I loved her... now I have no one..." I mumbled. He nodded. "I'm lonely... really... really lonely." I said and he looked at me. I looked at him. "How lonely?" He asked. "My door doesn't have a stopper so behind it is a hole in my wall... I tried to fuck my house but the hole was to big and i ended up getting dry wall under my foreskin." I mumbled and he bursted out laughing "it's not funny! You ever cleaned dry walls out of your foreskin? That shit hurts." I groaned and he laughed his ass off. "I hate you." I mumbled. After a few minutes he calmed down and looked at me. "You could have just called me." He said with a smirk and my face turned red. I looked at him. "I would have made sure your cock was nice and taken care of." He whispered. I could feel my pants getting tighter. "Your balls nice and drained..." he mumbled in that hot deep voice and all I could think was "Please suck my dick, Please suck my dick, Please suck my dick, Please suck my dick, Please suck my dick." Over and over in my head so I said "please suck my dick" quietly and he smiled. "Gladly."
