Stiles/Jackson

Moonlight seeped through the window, spreading across the floor making its way onto the bed where the young boy lay sleeping. The room was a mess. Books on werewolves and papers from school replaced the floors rug while the desk was cluttered with stray papers as well. All items were evidence of Stiles busy night of completing homework and doing research on werewolves to help benefit his best friend Scott. Stiles, sleeping in his bed, was tossing and turning from a most unfavored nightmare.

"Stop…..that…let go." Stiles muttered in his sleep. His tossing and turning became more violent as if he was fighting someone off.

His window was slowly being opened as a leg followed by another extended into his room. A figure blocked the moonlight from Stiles as it came closer to his sleeping form. A hand reached out and laid on Stiles shoulder. The sudden shake of his shoulder sent him sitting up in his bed on the alert as his eyes grew wide and his voice breaking the silence with a scream. Stiles frantically searched the room for the intruder, his eyes meeting a pair of soft, worried brown eyes. Stiles let out a relieved groan as he closed his eyes placing a hand to his face. "Damnit Scott! There's something called a door you know." Stiles said with a sigh.

"Are you alright Stiles?" Scott said ignoring Stiles remark, face filled with worry for his friend. Stiles let out a strained laugh. Stiles was surprised that Scott hadn't Started his sentence with Allison for once.

"Yeah, just had a bad dream that's all. Wait, what're you doing here anyway?" Scott's face quickly changed from worry to a kid in a candy shop, selling Allison bars for twenty-five cents.

"there's a party Friday and Allison and me are going. Wanna come?" Stiles felt like he was going to snap right then and there. Remembering how Scott left him at a party to go suck faces with Allison last time.

"Oh surre, I would totally like to come so I can be stranded at that party too." Stiles stated sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"Come on Stiles. I said I was sorry already. Can't we just get pass that already?"

"Let me think…No." Scott rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed next to Stiles he began to stare at Stiles with puppy dog eyes. You have got to be kidding me! Stiles thought as his friend continued to stare. Stiles only stared back with a blank expression. Scott drew his bottom lip out into a pout and said with a babyish tone. "Plwease?" Oh god your not kidding me! Stiles bit his bottom lip, fighting a laugh from leaving his mouth. He only shook his head no; afraid that the wrong thing would come out of his mouth if he dare spoke. Scott noticed this and began to speak again hoping this would do his friend in. "Come on Stwiles. Pretty Plwease?" It worked. Stiles burst out laughing, a smile surfacing from ear to ear.

"OK OK OK! I'll go." Stiles laughed out, trying to calm himself. "But I'm totally not gonna let this die Scott." Stiles breathed in deeply until his laughter died down. He looked into Scott's brown eyes. Maybe it won't be that bad. Stiles thought.

Stiles made his way down the hall towards his third period class, still groggy from last nights visitor. Great! Stiles thought as the bell sounded, signaling the beginning of class. He was only a moment away from opening the door to his class when the bell rung. Stiles caught himself from opening the door; walking away from the door making his way out of the school building. Stiles decided to just skip that class; not feeling up like being subjected to another one of his teachers rants on coming to class on time. Stiles stopped in front of the step leading to the parking lot not believing that he just seriously skipped class for no reason. His thoughts were broken by a voice behind him. "Well look at this. Benchwarmer's turning into a badass on me." Stiles felt his throat close and his stomach do back flips from hearing the arrogant toned voice. He reluctantly turned around facing a snide looking Jackson staring at him. Maybe it was Stiles lack of sleep or he was finally done with taking Jacksons crap but either way he suddenly grew balls that day. "Are you here to just show me how much of an ass you are or are you simply going to let be a victim of one of your temper tantrums?" Stiles asked; deadpan tone while gripping his bookbag's strap for some kind of assistance. Closing his eyes waiting for the pain to come. When it didn't Stiles opened his eyes, staring at a dumfounded Jackson. Stiles only continued to stare with a smirk, trying to hold back his laughter. When nothing was said or done Stiles turned back around continuing his trip to his jeep. Two steps in and Stiles was stopped by a hand on his shoulder pulling him back around.

Jackson's face was filled with anger and confusion with a hint of something else that Stiles couldn't quite figure out. Stiles knew what was coming next; the insults. "What's wrong? Had a fight with your boyfriend Scott?"
Jackson spat out. Stiles stood there taking the abuse. With each insult he threw at him the more the unknown expression on Jackson's face became more clearer. It was hurt that covered the spoiled teen's face when no other feeling was left. Stiles felt empathy for Jackson. What the fuck? why the hell am I feeling sorry for this ass? He thought. Stiles unconsciously moved a hand to rest on Jackson's shoulder trying to comfort him like he always did his dad when ever the sheriff would miss his wife. Stiles only stared at Jackson with worry and comfort in his eyes. Apparently it worked, because Jackson seem to be loosening up under Stiles touch and the insults stopped coming. Stiles was quite uncomfortable after awhile of silence so he decided to break the ice with the worst suggestion ever. "Want to skip school with me?... not that I...yeah wanna skip with me?" Stiles said; unsure if he should even be talking. What the hell are you doing? Stiles thought. "Sure." was Jackson's answer. Stiles was taken aback by Jackson accepting his invitation. Turning half way as he motioned Jackson towards his jeep. "Oh no. If were going anywhere, it's going to be in my Porsche." Jackson argued. He gently brushed past Stiles leading towards his silver sports car. Stiles reluctantly following behind. What's wrong with my jeep?

The trip to the diner outside of town was silent and uncomfortable for the two boys. As they pulled into the parking lot Stiles started to unbuckle his seat belt when he thought he heard Jackson mumble something. "What was that?" Stiles asked, now facing Jackson with a look of curiosity. He noticed how Jackson was suddenly even more uncomfortable, fidgeting in his seat. Stiles heard him mumble again and leaned in trying to hear as best he could. Did he just say sorry? Stiles was astonished, all he could do was let his eyes grow wide and his mouth hang half way open. Stiles managed to speak after what seemed like a long time. "Did you...? What the...wait...what for?" Jackson shifted in his seat facing Stiles but letting his eyes fall on the cup holder as he spoke. "For saying those mean things to you...about you."

"That's...alright." Stiles said, unsure exactly what was 'alright' about it.

"It's not 'alright'! It...was wrong for..me to say any of that...I'm sorry." Jackson lifted his gaze towards Stiles.

"Okay.." Stiles hung on the word as he resumed taking off his seat belt. He could feel Jackson's stare on him as he began at open the car door. "Shall we go in?" He asked turning to face Jackson, one leg already outside the car.

"yeah."

Stiles lead Jackson to the far back of the Diner, taking a seat in one of the booths. Jackson followed in suit, taking a seat across from Stiles as he took in the environment around him. The walls were painted a light green and were decorated with pictures and certificates. The floor tile was a light gray marble with a little green in it as well. The chairs were a soft yellow trimmed with black binding while the tables took on a white glaze. Finishing his scoping Jackson went back to facing a most content looking Stiles. The teen was simply staring at Jackson as he looked around. Hoping that Jackson would approve of his selection; not knowing why that even mattered. But that didn't stop Stiles from voicing his concern. "What do you think?" Stiles asked with a warm smile playing at his lips. Jackson, returning the smile said in a warm tone ( as best he could manage) "It's nice. But I don't think I ever heard of this place before."

"My mom and me used to come here every Saturday afternoon. It's been a while since I've come here." The brown eyes became even more soft and distant. He shifted in his seat not knowing what to say after a few moments of silence. Jackson suddenly felt uncomfortable after what Stiles said. He felt like he was intruding in Stiles personal space. He was unsure as to why the hell he was even being nice to the boy or why the hell he even came. What ever the reason was he didn't like it. After five minuets of nothing; Stiles thought it was time to break the uncomfortable silence. "We should probably order something."

Jackson only nodded his head and brought the menu up to his face blocking Stiles stare. A waitress came a few minuets later and took the two boys orders. The table was silent when she came back with their orders. Few minuets of eating and no talking; started making Stiles antsy. He didn't like the silence at all. "Soo...food good?" Stiles asked trying to start up a conversation. Jackson looked up from his plate of fries to stare at an energetic Stiles.

"Can't sit still huh?" Jackson asked ignoring Stiles question.

"Yeah. The silence is taking it's toll."

"Alright. You done?" Jackson asked as he began to stack his plates on top of each other; taking one last sip of his coke.

"Yeah. Wait, are we going somewhere?" Ignoring Stiles question again, Jackson stood up grabbing Stiles arm and pulling him out of the booth as he left a tip for the waitress. They walked out of the Diner pass Jackson's car towards the woods. "Hold on... wait we just passed your car. Why?...Oh god are you gonna kill me in the woods? I'm sorry for whatever I..."

"Stiles shut up." Jackson gripped Stiles arm tighter; thinking that if Stiles didn't shut up he really was going to kill him.