"You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled 'Drive!'" AU
There's a stitch in his side and he's running out of breath, but if Stiles stops now the voices will catch up with him – the ones yelling for him to "stop" because they're the "Sheriff's department". And he sure as hell ain't gonna stop because if he does his dad is gonna kill him again.
Just when the deputies are starting to gain on him – he's been too busy studying to keep up with exercising, okay? – he spots a car that just started up, so he pulls the backdoor open, dives in, and yells, "Drive!"
The guy in the front seat sputters for a few seconds before he gets out, "What the hell are you doing in my car?"
Stiles struggles into a sitting position and sticks his head between the seats to glare at the driver – the hot as Lucifer's balls sack driver. "Does it matter? You were about to leave anyway, so just drive." He looks out the back window and sees the deputies a few feet away, heading straight for the car. "Please."
Grumbling, the guy pulls out of his parallel-parked position like an expert and starts driving down Central. Stiles looks out the back windshield until the deputies are tiny specks. When he's sure they're a good distance away he climbs over the console and into the passenger seat, putting on his seatbelt then turning to the driver with a sheepish grin.
"Hey," he says, going for nonchalant and missing it by a mile. "So thanks for the getaway."
The guy looks over for a second, huffing. "Yeah, how is it I ended up being your getaway driver? More importantly, why were they after you in the first place?"
Stiles grimaces and scrubs a hand through his hair. "So I may have been caught pranking an old buddy from high school – well," he corrects, "buddy would be putting it generously, more like old rival, but we're kinda frenemies now I guess?" He shrugs. "Isaac and I get along for Ally's sake anyway."
"Okay…" the guy says, clearly thrown off by Stiles just like everyone else. Or he just doesn't care because Stiles is rambling again; that tends to happen a lot too.
"We can't get too friendly though, so we've been playing pranks on each other for a few years. Problem is I didn't have my lookout tonight – Scotty was too busy macking on Lyds – so I got caught, which cannot happen because if I get arrested now, when it'll end up on my record, my dad will kill me." Stopping to take a breath, Stiles looks over and sees a blank, overwhelmed look at the guy's face – so he is listening then!
Stiles laughs and waves it off with a hand. "Anyway, so that's how I ended up using you as my getaway – which, sorry about that but yours was the closest running car and they were gaining on me. I'm Stiles by the way."
"Derek…" the guy – Derek says after a few seconds.
"Nice to meet you, Derek," Stiles grins and he swears he sees a small smile on Derek's face.
