Stand By You | Stackson |

Chapter Six: Don't complain about my pancakes!

I look down at the plate Stiles sets in front of me, internally debating if it's even edible. He flashes a smile before taking a seat opposite me and digging into his own food.
Upon realising I haven't touched my food he raises an eyebrow at me.
"You gonna eat or?" He asks before shoving another bit of pancake in his mouth.
"Depends, should I trust your cooking?" I reply and he shrugs.
"I dunno, should you?" He shoots back with a wink. Comforting, since he threatened to poison them earlier.
I narrow my eyes at him and he laughs before going back to eating.
"Relax they're not poisoned, Jax." he assures me through a mouthful of breakfast.
"...alright...but if they are then I'm so gonna haunt the hell out of you" I reply before starting to eat.
Thankfully they don't taste poisoned, but rather they actually taste really good. Not that I'd ever let him know that though.
We both finish up eating and he looks at me expectantly.
"..what?" I ask, getting up to carry my plate to the sink.
"Well? How was it?" he replies, following me back to the kitchen bench.
"It was...I dunno...I mean I guess it wasn't poisoned so that's a plus?" I say with a shrug, rinsing my plate off and standing it in the rack to dry.
"So it was good then?" stiles asks, seemingly excited about it. I roll my eyes playfully at him, moving so he can wash his plate.
"Well...they could've been better" I tease and he pouts at me.
"Don't complain about my pancakes Whittemore! When life gives you lemons-" he retorts.
"I complain about the lemons!" I interrupt and he cracks a smile.
"Did you just..." He starts and I grin.
"Quote Kim possible? yes, yes I did. Problem Stilinski?" I reply and he smiles brighter.
"Dude I never would've expected that from you!" He says excitedly and I have to hold back a laugh. He nearly dropped his plate in all his excited-ness...ness...I don't know what you'd call it but he was flailing about a lot.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I shoot back and he looks around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
"Uhh nothing...hey! Since it's Saturday do you maybe want to...I dunno go out somewhere? Do something fun for a change? It's been kinda cool getting to know the real Jackson rather than the fake one I know you pretend to be." He offers, dodging my question but I don't even care.
He wants me to go somewhere with him, not as a joke, not because my family is rich or because I'm popular. He genuinely wants me to go with him because he likes me, real me.
Nobody has really been like that about me...nobody except Danny.
"Okay...um..where are we gonna go then?" I reply, smiling and trying to stop my voice from cracking and giving me away. He doesn't need to know my soft side.
"Hm...how about ice skating?" he says, starting to walk upstairs. I shrug and follow him up.
"Sounds good, I didn't bring a jacket though we'll have to pick one up from my place" I say, realising it'd be cold without one.
"You can borrow one of mine. No need to look posh Jackson, it's ice skating not a red carpet event." He answers, smirking at me before walking into his room. What a little shit.
I can't help but smile though, he's still being so kind to me despite all the hell I put him through.
"See if this fits" he calls out, tossing a red jacket at my face.
"Hey don't damage the money maker Stilinski!" I warn, smirking at his unimpressed face looking at me from behind the open cupboard door.
"Oh heaven forbid soft fabric hits your beautiful ken doll face" he retorts, scoffing and slipping a blue jacket on.
I chuckle and put the jacket on. I gotta hand it to him, ken doll is a new one.
The jacket surprisingly fits me pretty well...although it does smell like him.
Even more surprisingly I like that about it. What the hell is wrong with me?!
I can't like him? Firstly he's a guy, secondly he's a huge nerd and third of all...I've made fun of him for most of his life! As if I deserve to even be able to crush on him after all that!
How he has seemingly forgiven me is beyond anything I can think of. I've got no idea why this loser actually wants me around. But I sure as hell am not complaining about it.

"Looks good on you" he compliments me with a smile. "Ready to go, pretty boy?" He adds on, ah there's the insult I was waiting for.
Ironically I find it kinda cute when he does that...

...okay maybe he did put something in my pancakes after all. I've never thought something like that about anyone before. Normally I'd think it pathetic that they're even trying to damage me, as if it would ever work. But when he does it, it's different. I can tell he doesn't mean it to harm me, he means it as a joke; a way of showing affection...
Okay. He definitely poisoned my pancakes!