Kid-Free Mansion | Monday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Falling asleep in a pile of chips hadn't been as uncomfortable as Stiles would have initially thought. Though the whole werewolf comforter might have had something to do with it, along with the whole pack togetherness thing. Even if this wasn't technically Stiles' pack.

This morning, however, brought on the awkwardness that Stiles saw coming all weekend and he was now trying to figure out a way to slide out of the pillow fort to make coffee without anybody noticing. It involved moving very, very slowly out from underneath his much bigger werewolf comforter and trying not to breathe too loudly.

[For anybody in the house, of course]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

"What." Why did this constantly happen to him?

[robinonadderall]

Stiles froze in his escape attempt. Of course this couldn't have been easy. "Um, do you mind? You're kind of crushing my lungs now that you're fully grown."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes shoving himself off to repress everything that happened. Everything. "I hate this island."

[robinonadderall]

"It could have been worse," Stiles said, sitting up so he could brush some chip remnants off of him. "I call it a win if nobody dies during one of these things."

[justlurkinghere]

"How do I have mustard in my hair?!"

[robinonadderall]

"The same way you got mustard all over my hoodie and got chips all over me," Stiles said. "You were a pig when you were younger."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed, so glad they were just ignoring everything else. "You're doing your own laundry."

[robinonadderall]

"But you're the one that messed up my clothes!"

[justlurkinghere]

"Really?" Derek asked. "I don't care."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "All right, grumpypants, whatever."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek grunted in annoyance, peeling the damn hoodie off. "Next time everyone else can turn into a kid."

[robinonadderall]

"Buddy, trust me, the last thing you want is seeing me as a kid," Stiles said. "I didn't start taking Adderall until I was twelve."

[justlurkinghere]

"It couldn't be that bad."

Oh, but it could.

[nomoresportscars]

What the fuck was Jackson doing, sitting with his back against the wall right outside the pillow fort? That was the question he was asking himself right about now, too, as he was waking up.

The answer involved being in control of himself enough to not necessarily need to be locked up, and some vague need for companionship when other people were having their tiny kid fun. Or something. He didn't want to talk about it.

He rubbed his eyes and considered getting up and bailing before he'd have to actually speak to anyone.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles crawled his way out of the pillow fort, covered in chip crumbs and his face still slightly red from the position he found himself in this morning. "Dude, you could have made coffee."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I just woke up."

See how he was still here, Stiles? If he had not just woken up, he would've been long gone. And probably getting himself coffee in town.

[robinonadderall]

"That's not an excuse." Stiles made a face as he shook chips out of his shirt. "You missed out on pillow fort fun."

[nomoresportscars]

"Yeah, it looked exhilarating," Jackson drawled, rubbing the back of his neck. This had been such a stupid place to fall asleep. "I'm heartbroken."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh come on, even Isaac stayed in the fort." Before he had made his daring escape this morning. He had been more successful than Stiles. "Did you just sit here and brood all night?"

[nomoresportscars]

Yes.

"No."

Sometimes, he was a sad, issue-laden individual.

[robinonadderall]

Yeah somehow Stiles wasn't believing that. But he had over ten years of Jackson experience to know calling him out on it would just be asking for a sassy insult in return. "Whatever, dude, I'm just happy you kept in control."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson scoffed like that much should have been obvious. It really wasn't, though. It was getting a little easier to hold on to his anchor, but yeah. It still took effort.

He shrugged, then started to get up. "As hard as that was with annoying kids around."

[robinonadderall]

"You have absolutely no right to complain," Stiles said. "I got cuddled, clawed at and there are chips down my shirt."

[nomoresportscars]

"Boo hoo." Excellent remark there, Jackson. "You made your choice."

Or he just didn't have Jackson's menacing air that kept children at a distance sometimes.

[robinonadderall]

"Choice? I didn't have a choice," he said. "I was manipulated by adorable faces."