· HOME ALONE.
Friday could come any sooner and Stiles sits in the same sofa, where he can hear Lydia calling Jackson about their belongings being in their places as expected. Stiles sits patiently, assured by Lydia and Jackson that they have got it all covered. Stiles didn't argue, so he adheres to it. Despite them being excited to go to the UK, their excitement has already gotten the best of the time management, as the couple frantically pack their clothes.
Stiles may have a hard time being alone while the two are gone. He can't be bothered to just stay at home taking care of the place 24/7. Guess he'll just have to find a place to work temporarily, at least until they return or something. He sighs at his predicament. If only his task would come with a side note.
It has been 2 hours since they begin packing, and Stiles wonders what time will their flight be, and how the two will be faring to the airport at this rate. The taxi will be coming in an hour, and if they aren't ready by then, the taxi won't just be charging for the trip. Still, they have money, so that's the least of their worries.
"You guys ordered a taxi, right?" asks Stiles.
Jackson's head pops to Stiles' view and he replies, "Well, we were wondering if you could give us a ride to the airport. You know, familiarize with LA for the time being," Stiles nods at the blond, allowing the man to continue their packing. Driving is no problem for Stiles, though he will admit that it has grown a tad rusty.
Three packed bags become four and finally six. It's understandable, Stiles thought. They aren't there for a small short trip. They will be gone for about a year, with calls and updates on the side. All Stiles needs to do is just take care of the plants on the flowerbeds and call the gardener if things go south. The house has to be dusted off and the car is at his disposal should he need to stock up on food or something. Stiles rarely drives, and the jeep that he had cared for so tenderly is left at home, where its battery is probably unused and needs more than just a push to get it going.
He's not going to be touching his jeep anytime soon, so he'll settle for Jackson's Porsche.
Lydia brings in another bag and Jackson comes in with a leather jacket. Lydia dresses in a casual look with a white top and jeans, with a fur jacket covering her torso. She's wearing boots that compliments her look, and Jackson dons the usual jeans and black shirt with leather jacket in his hands. Stiles stands and gives them a brief smile at the two. He gives his eyebrows a quirk when he sees the amount of luggage on the floor.
"So, is that it?" asks Stiles.
"I hope so," replies Lydia before looking at Jackson for confirmation. He looks at the luggage, and nods at his wife.
"So, shall we?" asks Jackson. The rest nods, and Stiles helps out with the luggage, carrying them into the garage, where the black Porsche awaits to be loaded. "I'll drive us to the airport and you can bring it back home, alright?" Stiles gives him his tacit approval, and Stiles enters the backseat, automatically leaning his body to the door and window. Lydia and Jackson buckle their seatbelt, and Jackson starts the ignition. The garage door opens, and he drives the vehicle out.
•
Stiles almost mistook that the airport was for his departure. It isn't. It is for Lydia and Jackson's departure to the UK. Stiles alights the vehicle, and unloads the items from the trunk. Jackson goes off to grab a trolley while Lydia helps Stiles out. They - with the help of Jackson with the trolley - place the items on the trolley and walk to the boarding area, with Stiles tailing them with the keys to both the home and Porsche in his hand.
They stop their walk to the boarding station, and Lydia and Jackson turn to Stiles. "This is us," says Lydia. Stiles gives them a thin lipped neutral face, acknowledging their imminent departure. Lydia gives him a long hug, and Stiles give her a pat on the back. "We wish we could have stayed longer, but the sooner we do this, the faster we'll come back," Stiles doesn't reply, "We'll try to come back if possible,"
"Alright," says Stiles with a nod. Jackson, slightly taller than him, too, gives him a hug. Stiles responds to the hug and they give the final parting words, with Lydia assuring that money has been deposited into Stiles' account. He's also appraised that some of the neighbors know of his presence, to which Stiles give a disapproved look. He didn't like the idea, but maybe it is for the best, lest he wants a rolling pin on his head. He nods his thanks, and with one final wave from the couple they walk past the officer, with their documents verified. Stiles stands with his sneakers rooted to the floor and watches the two walk on.
When they finally fade out of his view, he walks back to the car.
•
Driving back to Beacon Hills is easy. Little turns taken, and only a long stretching road ahead of him. Driving Jackson's ride should have invigorated him, but that did little to his excitement. He drives with care, and the smoothness of the vehicle is something he needs to get used to, especially when he's driving the vehicle.
He finally makes to the driveway of Jackson and Lydia's house, and parks the vehicle into the garage. He locks it, as well as closes the garage door. He walks into the house, and switches on the lights. It has gone dark and lighting the place up makes up for the dimness of the home.
Stiles sighs at the absence of its owner, and goes upstairs to his room for a shower.