night drives in the porsche wasn’t unusual for jackson, he found himself aimlessly driving around town, through neighborhoods and if he wanted to drive fast, he’d head towards the hills where the roads were vacant. but tonight, he found himself driving through the east side of beacon hills-- down a some street he was sort of familiarized with. the engine purred along as he turned onto another street, eyes skimming the dark quiet houses, except for one where the lights were on and had a half naked boy outside the front door. it wasn’t until the car was close enough did he even realize who’s house it was and who it was... stiles stilinski. go figure. a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, allowing the vehicle to slow to a stop, the window rolling down so he could holler out of it. “wow, life must really suck for you, stilinski.” he pulls out his phone and points it at him, pretending to take a photo-- not actually dumb enough to take one since he’d get the angry alpha puppy in his grill tomorrow. “say hi to my snap chat.”
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