Mind over Matter

Poptarts

Jackson woke the next morning with a smile on his face. Today would be different, he knew this for sure.

Why? You may ask. Because today was the start of something beautiful. Today was the day that Stiles Stilinski was going to wish he had never crossed paths with Jackson.

He sat up in bed and scratched at his stomach before heaving himself to his feet. Jackson made his way to the bathroom and started a shower. He made his way to the sink after checking the water temperature. He proceeded to brush his teeth and floss.

Jackson stretched before shedding his pajamas and stepping under the warm spray of the shower head. It felt like heaven. He ran his hands over his stomach. Standing there under the flow of water for just a few more minutes before he lathered up his scrunchy. He ran it over his shoulders and under his arms.

He worked his body over with the scrunchy until he felt he was acceptably clean. He then moved to his hair. Jackson made sure to get the perfect amount of shampoo into his hair before rinsing and repeating. He deserved to be pampered, he told himself. Today was going to be perfect.

After his shower he made sure he was cleanly shaven and deoderized.

He stepped out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist, making his way to his closet.

He came out of the closet (hah!.. Sorry please continue) dressed in a pair of form fitting beige pants, not quiet khakis, and a white button. He rolled the sleeves neatly up to his elbows and looked himself over in his full body mirror. Why am I so hot? He winked at himself. Oh that's right. Because I'm blessed.

Jackson smirked and grabbed the flower. He practically skipped down the steps and into the kitchen.

"What's got you so chipper?" his mom asked, clearly just waking up, still in her matching silky pajamas.

Jackson just shrugged "Feels like a good day"

"Uh huh,"she yawned and stretched. "Well have a good day then" she pat his cheek before heading upstairs to her room.

Love you too. He sighed but quickly picked himself up. He grabbed his bag and his keys before marching out to his car with a bit of a skip in his step.

--------(Stiles)--------

Lydia was walking down a moonlit path with her fingers laced within his.

"Where did you find this place?" she asked her eyes looking into his as they stopped.

"Just wondering around and kinda stumbled upon it" he smiled "I know it's not much but I just thought that maybe you would like it and it would be different than any other date you've been on. I thought I could impress you for once instead of the other way around. You know what I mean?" he finally took a breath. Cause even dream Stiles needs to breath.

Lydia just giggled at him and got onto her toes her lips a hairsbreath away from his. He leaned forward and- BEEP BEEP BEEP!

"Gah!!!"

Thud

Stiles groaned as he hit the hard floor beside his bed. Damnit! He growled before punching the alarm clocks dismiss button with his finger.

He was having such a wonderful dream. Stupid technology.

"Stiles!" his dad called. What the hell is he doing home so early? Stiles just shrugged. Whatever, better him being home than out risking his life.

Stiles huffed out a breath "Be down in a minute!" he hollared back. He picked through his clothes and found what looked to be a clean pair of jeans and t-shirt that read Stud Muffin. He just grinned, slipping on the clothes he brushed his teeth and unruly hair.