A/N: Here's the next one! If you know me, you know I like to write angst more than anything, but I'm gonna try to do a lot of fluff too with these. So last chapter was angsty, this one is fluffy :) Thanks to orionastro and Drew for reviewing, and to everyone who already gave this a favorite and/or follow!

"It reminded me of you."

Honestly, Scott hated getting presents from Stiles. When they were younger, Stiles' "gifts" were almost always a prank of some sort. A package that looked like it held a new RC helicopter actually holding a frozen pizza, on one memorable occasion. Or a nicely wrapped box holding three pennies. Ridiculous ideas that made Stiles laugh hysterically and probably would have made other kids cry.

But Scott got used to it, the pranks, and he knew that they were just part of what made Stiles who he was.

Then they got older, and the pranks stopped. Stiles would get Scott normal presents—a new video game, some comic books, a trip to the movies. And Scott almost found himself missing the old Stiles.

Until his 21st birthday, when Scott got a small package at school with a short message written on the box in black sharpie.

Scott,

Happy birthday! Hope you enjoy this, it reminded me of you.

-Stiles

Hesitant, Scott opened the package and had to laugh at what was inside—a shot glass, designed to look like a dog bowl.

(Scott still wasn't sure if he appreciated the return of Stiles' pranks or not)