what, like dolly? || thehalextwin
{ Sitting in the driver seat of his Jeep, Stiles stared out the windshield for the longest time, eyes open but unseeing as thoughts flitted about through his mind. Really, he had no idea what the hell he was doing there. At all. He probably shouldn't even know where it was in the first place since Derek hadn't actually given him the address (more like he'd mentioned it to Scott and from there Stiles had pestered and poked until Scott had coughed it up— which didn't actually take as long as he'd thought it would). Still, it wasn't like he knew anything to say to the guy either.
So, after fifteen minutes of stagnating in the vehicle, Stiles gave a big ole 'fuck it' and finally got out. He'd just heard earlier that day through the grape vine that Jackson's family was planning on moving him somewhere after the whole fuckery that went down. Not that Stiles could blame them at all, he was a good seventy-five percent sure that his dad would drag him off as well if he weren't the sheriff. With that in mind as an excuse (because who knew if Jackson would actually find the time to tell Derek he was leaving, right?), Stiles headed up to the loft.
It took only half the time he'd expected to reach the monstrosity of a door but Stiles knew that Derek knew he was there so he didn't think wasting any more time would be to his benefit. With a heaving sigh the teen reached up to bash hard on the door a few times, but he couldn't resist yelling through the door.
"Derek, open up! I don't wanna get tetanus trying to open this thing!" }
