A/N: What do you guys think? Should I continue it? c:


"You're a mean lying liar who lies and you can't deny it." Stiles said into the phone with a pout. He hoped no one was walking past his jeep because they would assume he was losing his mind or something of the sorts.

"You promised, dude." He added on to his complaint.

"Stiles, I'm really sorry! I don't want to bail on you tonight but Allison said she's having a crisis."

Stiles sighed but tried to understand the situation. "Fiiiine, I'm not mad at you this time but we seriously need to hangout." He also didn't want to go on the campus tour alone. He and Scott had picked that day specifically to visit the college because they both were free. "You know I'm awkward and don't want to make new friends."

"I promise no more bailing unless it's a life or death situation."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Alright, see you soon. Have fun on the tour."

The call ended and Stiles forced himself to get out of the jeep. "She had better be missing a limb…" He had anxiety problems which led to panic attacks but he had gotten better with it towards the end of his junior year in high school. Senior year destroyed his progress with the talk of college and jobs and the future in general. He was terrified and didn't handle it very well.

So he did what he did best; faked it until he made it.


The tour went surprisingly well. He didn't have to do much socializing which worked out for the better. He grabbed important papers that he and Scott would need then he fled. Things were okay until he randomly started to panic. He lost sight of his group leaders and tried to call them because fuck, he couldn't breathe. His chest felt tight and his heart was throbbing in an achingly agonizing way. He clutched at his chest and his surroundings seemed to have gone dark and quiet. Did no one see his flailing attempt for help?

That's what happened when he let his mind wander.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice whispered calmly. "I need you to breathe, alright?"

His mind began to clear when that voice brought him back. He was okay— he was going to be okay. He felt a hand on his lower back and another on his cheek. When his vision cleared he focused on a blue eyed blond standing directly in front of him- only inches apart. "I'm sorry." He pulled away from the embrace and glanced off to the side.

"You're apologizing why?"

"I- I um," he bit his lip nervously. "I don't know."

"You okay? You were kind of freaking out there."

"No really? You must be really observant…" He placed his hand over his chest and took a deep breath. "Wait, no, I'm sorry I really didn't mean that. I'm kind of a sarcastic jerk when I'm uh, you know."

"Uh, sure, it's fine." He folded his arms and spoke again. "You're new I assume. I know pretty much everyone on campus and I've never seen you before and I don't think I'd forget your face."

"Yeah, is it that noticeable?" He asked, choosing to ignore that last comment because he wasn't quite sure if it was a compliment or an insult.

"Definitely noticeable." He looked around and motioned for Stiles to walk with him. "I'm Jackson Whittemore by the way, I can show you around if you want."

"Stiles Stilinski and that won't be necessary. I was actually just leaving. Next week will be my first week so I kind of needed that tour so I'm not that guy who gets lost on the first day of classes and bothers everyone with asking about where this lecture hall is."

"Freshman." He grinned. "You're taking this pretty well."

"Am I really?"

"No."

"Thanks for the attempted lie. It helped a little."

"Not a problem."


Jackson showed Stiles some of his favorite shortcuts around campus and gave him an even better tour than the tour guides did earlier that day. After walking for a few hours they ended up getting food then headed to Jackson's dorm.

"So your name is Stiles? What kind of name is that?"

"It's an awesome one, don't be a hater, Jackson."

Jackson laughed. "Totally not hating, I was just curious."

"It's a less complicated version of my name." He said as he placed down another card. "Did I mention that I hate solitaire?"

"Then why are we playing it, dork?"

"Because it was the only card game that I could think of and you said you didn't mind watching me play it." He sat the rest of the cards in his hand down and groaned.

"You are one weird guy, Stiles Stilinski."

"It's my sure way to get laid. Everyone loves my witty weird demeanor."

"I'm sure you're just overcome with all of the propositions."

Stiles huffed. "I thought we discussed this hating thing."

"Shut up."

They went quiet for a moment before Stiles spoke up again. "Hey, Jackson?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, thanks again for you know not letting me suffocate to death."

"Anytime."

"I should um, probably head home, it's kind of late."

"Kind of? It's midnight. I think you're a few hours too late to say it's kind of late'."

Stiles stared at him. "What?" He grabbed his phone and confirmed Jackson's statement. "Well shit, I've been here since 3pm."

Jackson winked. "I have that effect on people." He stood from the table before grabbing his jacket from the chair. "Come on, loser, I'll walk you back to your car."

"I don't need a chaperone."

"You might get mistaken for a girl."

"What kind of girl, the kind of girl that can fight and totally kick your ass?"

"No, the one who's home schooled and sheltered and doesn't believe in violence."

"Shit, I guess you do have to walk me then."

"We have reached a new level of friendship and I just met you."

Stiles grinned and winked at him. "I have that effect on people."


The walk across campus was nice, quiet, and enjoyable. Stiles had long forgotten about that empty feeling from Scott canceling on him. He didn't count on actually meeting a friend but he was happy he did. "I guess this is where I would say something super nice and make you laugh."

"Now, I may not know you that well but I'm sure that isn't very Stiles-like."

"Ah, you're definitely a keeper." When he stopped at his jeep he pulled his keys from his back pocket. "I'll see you next week I guess."

"One more thing, dork," he took Stiles' phone from his hand. "Text me when you get back on campus." He smirked and shoved the device against Stiles' chest. "God forbid you forget everything and get lost."

"Oh thanks, you're such a good husband, baby."

"I do try." He grinned and watched the teen get into his car. "Drive safely."

"I was born safe— shut up I know that sounded weird!" He waved then pulled out of his parking space. Soon he was taking off down the road.

Nothing just happens.


When he finally got home he checked his messages. He didn't realize he had so many missed calls and texts. They were mostly from his father and Scott. His father left one voice-mail and Scott left two and three texts:

First unheard message at 4:47pm—

"Dude, I'm really sorry I bailed and I wanted to apologize again. Call me when you get out of orientation. Later."

Second unheard message at 6:09pm—

"Dude, would you text me soon so I know you didn't get like kidnapped or something. Okay?"

Third unheard message at 10:47pm—

"Stiles, I'll be working late tonight, I'll see you in the morning. Oh yeah, don't forget to get some sleep. Don't think I haven't noticed your lack of sleeping."

From Scott:

7:30pm- 'Allison said that you ran off into the sunset with the first cute girl you saw. Congratulations.'

9:00pm- 'Do I sound like a clingy gf? I don't care though, just checking to make sure you made it home okay. I feel worse for not comin' to orientation with you.'

11:58pm- 'you better be alive and at home because yeah, you don't have a choice. Call me, dude.'

Stile laughed and changed into his pajamas before sending Scott a quick text.

'Sorry, just got home. I'll talk to you tomorrow and don't worry about it; we all have our clingy girlfriend moments. Night, dude.'