Room 329 | Early Sunday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Taking extra classes was kind of a pain in the ass after getting used to the whole relaxed Fandom approach to teaching and homework. But he owed it to his father to get into a good college and get as many scholarships as he could because being a sheriff of a town full of supernatural fuckery didn't make as much money as you would think. So he was laying in bed with his chemistry book propped against his pillows and was doing his very best to not get distracted by his laptop or his phone. Once he got on one of those productivity for the day would be lost.

It was actually going pretty well until Puppy Joe decided he wanted to flop down right on Stiles' text book. "Dude, not cool."

Puppy Joe just rolled over onto his back adorably. Maybe he was happy his daddies were sort of talking again.

[Door and post are open, sure]

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[nomoresportscars]

"... What the hell is that?"

The better question would have been about why the hell was Jackson standing in this particular doorway.

But seriously. Puppy Joe was a confusing ball of fluff.

[robinonadderall]

"It's a dog, jackass, what does it look like?" Stiles said, sitting up to glare at Jackson. No, Jackson hadn't really done anything yet but glaring always seemed like a good idea. "And before you reply with something snarky, keep in mind that he's Derek's and he probably wouldn't take too kindly to you insulting his pet."

[nomoresportscars]

"I'm not afraid of him." Well, it was good for Jackson that Stiles wasn't a werewolf, because that was a total lie. "And I'm not sure that qualifies as a dog. Looks like something you carry around in a purse."

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, he is a totally vicious creature of the night." Stiles lifted Puppy Joe up towards Jackson. "Look at that terrifying face."

Puppy Joe...just yipped happily and wiggled around in Stiles' grip.

[nomoresportscars]

"Uh huh," Jackson drawled. "I'm shaking in terror."

Really.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't listen to him, Puppy Joe, you could totally kick his ass," Stiles cooed before putting the weetiny cotton ball dog back on the bed. "He's gonna rip your throat out while you're sleeping now. Or his daddy will. Not that you're afraid of him."

Nobody believed that, Jackson. Nobody.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson rolled his eyes. He believed it, okay. Or at least he wanted to. And that was enough for him.

"So are you going to do lacrosse this spring?"

Subject change!

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. "I guess so."

His last attempt at lacrosse had gone well until Jackson died and he got kidnapped.

"Why are you asking?"

[nomoresportscars]

"Because my sign-ups could've looked better." Yes, it pained him that that was the case. He was special like that. "This town doesn't understand sports."

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, have you talked to people in this town? Most of them have more stuff to worry about than sports," Stiles said. "We have more stuff to worry about than sports most of the time. Do you know how many games I've missed because of werewolf crap?"

[nomoresportscars]

"Have you even ever been on the field in an actual game?" Jackson asked. Because he was unable not to be bitchy. It was in his blood. Along with the lizard thing. And lacrosse.

No wonder he was going to end up dead on a lacrosse field. "Besides, it's one measly afternoon a week, it barely even qualifies as sports."

[robinonadderall]

"I guess you were caught up in your own little world to remember the first time I was allowed to be on first line I missed the game. Werewolf stuff. And the second time coach needed me to play I was M.I.A. due to werewolf stuff," Stiles said, counting out on his fingers. "The third time...well the third time I actually played, but you haven't seen that yet obviously."

[nomoresportscars]

Well, Jackson only paid attention to people who were actually on the field. "Obviously," he replied, dryly. Like he wasn't sure it was ever going to happen. And like it maybe irked him Stiles knew his future and he didn't. "Clearly something to look forward to for me."

[robinonadderall]

"Well I totally show you up and kick ass so, yeah, you should look forward to it." Did he really expect Jackson to believe that? No, not at all.

[nomoresportscars]

Good, because he wasn't going to. "Right." Yeah, that wasn't a 'right' of belief. He rolled his eyes and almost turned to go on his way before he remembered there was something else to comment on. "Oh, by the way. There's a new girl who looks just like Allison."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh my god, that's great. I'll have to tell Derek that," Stiles said, rubbing his forehead. "Well thanks for the warning. That's...suspiciously nice."

[nomoresportscars]

"And she's played field hockey, so she's probably going to be better than you."

God, Stiles, you didn't just accuse him of niceness and expect to get nothing in retaliation.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh ha ha, you're hilarious." Though, really, Jackson probably wasn't wrong. "Get out of my room, asshole."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson smiled mockingly. (Which was how he smiled 90% of the time anyway.) "Yeah, I can see how you and your little powder puff of a dog could use some alone time."

And now he turned to go. You were welcome, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"He's Derek's!" Because that makes everything better.

Ugh. You were the worst, Jackson.