As Pack Mom, I Need Everyone To Laugh At My Jokes

Chapter 1

Stiles woke to a sweaty mess of teenage bodies piled on top of him. He struggled for a minute before realizing that there was no way that he was getting out of this pile, this puppy pile, without having to wake the others. He tried Isaac, since he was sleeping right on top of him.

He poked the blonde in the back, causing him to stir. "Isaac." Stiles whispered. No reply. "Isaac, get up." he poked him again.

"Stiles, leave me alone." Isaac muttered, turning so he lye on Stiles on his stomach.

"Isaac Lahey you get up this instant or so God help me." Stiles retaliated, frustrated. He opened his eyes, blinking lazily at Stiles for a second before climbing off him and stretching. "Help me out." he reached his hands out to Isaac.

Isaac pushed Scott and Boyd roughly off of him, the latter growled lightly but Scott simply opening his eyes and looking tiredly as Isaac helped Stiles pry Erica and Allison off his legs. Lydia and Jackson laid curled together at the top of the bed, the both of them having of had a hand tangled in Stiles' hair.

Scott shut his eyes and turned over, curling behind Boyd, as the two other boys walked out of the room.

"I guess I will be making breakfast." Stiles said, mostly to himself.

"Could I help in any way?" Isaac asked as they walked down the stairs.

"If you want." Stiles smiled as they entered the kitchen. Stiles walked to the refrigerator and opened it, revealing a large variety of color coded foods. Isaac stared as Stiles wordlessly took a bunch of breakfast food out of the fridge. "How much do you guys eat?"

"Our eating habits are larger then the average teenagers, but honestly not by much." Isaac answered shrugging. Stiles nodded.

"You, Scott, Boyd, Erica, Jackson, Lydia, and Allison, that's fives wolves and two humans, plus me. I think I got enough." he smiles at the arrangement of breakfast foods that were stacked on the counter. "Do you want to break the eggs as I make scrambled eggs?"

The Pack came down in waves, first Jackson and Lydia, next Allison and Erica, then Scott and Boyd, all loured by the wonderful smell of food.

"Anyone allergic to any foods?" Stiles asked, looking between Allison and Lydia. They both shook their heads. "Can wolves be allergic?"

"I used to be allergic to dairy." Erica stated as she shoveled eggs into her mouth. "I don't know how I lived without it."

Scott smiled as he piled food onto his plate. Stiles cooked fairly often, he enjoyed having something to occupy himself with, but usually he didn't cook while Scott stayed.

Stiles hummed as he cooked the scrable, taking the occasional bite of bacon. He glanced up at Isaac, who had stood over his shoulder the entire time he cooked.

"You should sit and eat." Stiles said, bumping him with his elbow.

"Well, they're all almost done," he said, using his thumb to point back at the table. "And if I sit down now I'll be done soon, too. I don't want you to eat alone."

Stiles smiled. He nodded as he slid the scrabble onto a plate.

After everyone had eaten they decided to go down to the newly renovated Hale House to make sure Derek didn't suddenly die during the night.

They only had two cars, Jackson having been the only to have drove to Stiles house, so the cars were a bit cramped. Scott sat passenger in Stiles' Jeep, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd crammed into the back. Scott messed with the radio for a bit before Erica yelled unnecessarily loud that 'THIS IS MY SONG!', and that if Scott changed it she would rip his privates off. Boyd chuckled as Scott slowly put his hand on his lap.