fandomhigh | Friendship is Baking!!!!1!, Wednesday, Period 3

Do you know what this class had been missing last week? C'mon, take a guess. Just one. No, those are all terrible. It was glitter. The class was missing glitter.

Well, this week they were making up for it.

And how.

You cannot fathom the depth of Pinkie's tormented excitement to be in this class, today. She was torn -- torn -- between absolute delight and deep, abiding worry. Her conflict meant that her princess unicorn horn -- remember her horn? Yeah, she still has that -- was spewing out a constant mist of glitter.

That's right, the very air was glitter. Don't worry, asthmatics, it's magic glitter.

"Hi, everyone," Derek said, smiling wide at the class. "Today we're going to learn about decorating cakes!"

Wasn't that exciting? Wasn't it?

It superduper was. Also, worrying. Friendship isn't just sunshine and puppies, ladies and gentlemen. It's also noticing that some people were gloomy by nature and when they suddenly weren't, it miiiiiiiiiight mean that something was wrong.

Which would be why Pinkie was dancing in place, eyeing her coteacher suspciously.

It was drugs, right? Pinkie had heard of drugs. There were lots of pee-ess-ays on the television about them.

"Yup, yup, yup!" she said. "Cake-a-decorating-ing! We have pipettes and rosettes and food dye! -Ettes! And no drugs. Nooooooo drugs of any kind."

Derek.

Derek was giving her a funny look right on back for that, but soldiered on for his class. Whom he loved and thought the best of. "And don't worry about making a mess or it not turning out perfect," he added. "Everyone has to start from somewhere, after all. Who knows, you might turn out to be great with enough practice!"

Oh god, he was like a walking motivational poster. With 'Soar' as the caption.

Definitely drugs. Pinkie was already planning the intervention.

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Whelp. He didn't even know what to say. Other than that he was afraid.

"You're... new," Derek said, looking about as suspicious as he could. With all the motherfucking cheer.

"...I've been here all semester." Except when he skipped. Which was a lot. Look, he wasn't a great student, okay?

"I think I'd remember you," Derrk replied, doing a thing with his eyebrows where he was trying to politely not mention something. Because it was polite.

"Because of my good looks?"

"No," Derek replied slowly. "Not that you're not handsome."

"Thanks?" Aw he made things awkward for himself. "I assure you I've been here all semester, Mr. Hale. I'm sure you'd know if I were lying."

"That's the problem," Derek admitted. "I don't remember having you in my class."

He'd remember those cheekbones, okay? He would.

"I hear that kind of memory loss is going around," Isaac said. "The island is messing with people. Explains your weird behavior."

"I'm just acting how I normally do."

Sobbing on the inside.

"No, usually you're a lot meaner to me," he said. "I'm pretty sure you hate me."

Derek gave him a look like Isaac kicked Puppy Joe. "Why would I hate you?"

Isaac shrugged. "No clue. You're just butthurt about something, I guess."

"That doesn't sound like me," Derek replied. Because he liked everyone. Also, language, Isaac. Language.

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"I've seen a lot of creepy things in my life..."

If she was glancing in Derek's general direction as she said that, she didn't really need to finish the thought, did she?

"You have no idea," Isaac said. "I know him from home."

Isabelle shook her head.

"His face never ever looks like that, does it?"

"Never." Unless he was with Stiles sometimes which ugh. Gross. "Weird island thing, you think?"

"Weird island thing," Isabelle nodded. "That, or he's hit his head very hard." And knowing this place, that somehow didn't feel like the likely option. "But there's been enough weird stuff on the radio lately."

Isaac nodded in agreement. "Put me out of my misery if I start acting like Susie Homemaker."

"Oh, you've got it." Although really, she'd just sit him down somewhere and tell him to snap out of it. (As if that worked.) "Oh, and ditto. I have no interest in being the victim of... whatever this is."

"No problem," he said. "Or I'll just tie you to something until it all blows over."

"Ooh, better use tight knots." Of course she had to say that. "Unless I turn into a mundane."

Okay, that was a prospect that made her more uncomfortable than she was going to let on.

"Being human's not so bad," he said. "But yeah, you won't be able to get out of knots without training or luck that way."

"Mm." Maybe she didn't entirely agree with that first part. "Well, as long as I don't end up like him ––"

Another nod towards Derek.

"–– I guess I'll be fine."