Stand By You | Stackson |

Chapter Five: Deal? Deal.

"mmfggff" Stiles sorry excuse for a yawn wakes me up from my surprisingly peaceful sleep, given the circumstances and all.
I braced myself for his imminent over dramatic realisation...and I wasn't disappointed.
"WHAT THE HELL?! JACKSON??!!!" He shouted, scrambling to get up but only succeeding in tangling himself in the sheet and half falling off the bed.
I bit my tongue, trying not to laugh at him, it was harder than you would think.
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED? I THOUGHT YOU HAD THE COUCH?!" He yelled from his awkward position.
"Hmm...I think you should as yourself that one Stilinski" I replied flatly.
His puzzled face became one of surprise and sudden realisation.
I nodded and couldn't help but crack a smile.
"I...shit! I did it...didn't I?" He blurted out, awkwardly climbing back on the bed. I nodded again and he sighed, covering his face with his hands.
"I'm sorry...I don't know why I did that..wait..why didn't you stop me?!" He mumbles before looking up at me.
"Well, in my defence I did try to...but it was cold and you were warm so..." I said quietly, not able to meet his gaze.
He chuckles quietly and stretches out his arms.
"Well, I'll protect your reputation long as you keep quiet about it? Deal?" Stiles asks, sitting up.
"Deal." I reply, sitting up myself.
"On another note, you hungry?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow.
"What? What's with the eyebrow raising Whittemore? Never had breakfast before or somethin'?" He asks sarcastically and I roll my eyes.
"No genius, I've had breakfast before....just debating if I trust you to make it or not" I say with a slight smirk. 
"Don't tempt me to poison your pancakes Whittemore, I'm trying to be nice here" he replies and I chuckle quietly.
"Whatever loser, let's just go...don't think I can stand sitting on the same bed as you any longer" I say getting up and yawning.