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It started out as such a good date. One of the best, actually. Derek had managed to get vouchers for the indoor ice skating rink, and it was a wonderful, sweet, even romantic hour skating around holding hands.
But then Derek excused himself to go to the bathroom. And fucking Matt showed up, bypassing greetings and heading straight into taunts.
“What’s the matter, Stilinski. Poor little boy with no family has to skate all by himself?”
Stiles flipped Matt off.
“He has family. Us.”
Stiles looked back to see Derek and his sisters standing as a unit, and he smiled.