Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

Cop Car (Stiles Imagine)

Stiles got out of his car, his vision a little blurry. Leaning back against his jeep, he tried to glare at the cop.

"Well, if it isn't the Sheriffs son!" The deputy laughed. Stiles rolled his eyes causing his head to hurt. The deputy shined his light in Stiles' eyes, causing him to squint.

"Follow my finger." The deputy instructed. Stiles tried but his head hurt to much, and after trying to walk a straight line and trying to say the alphabet in reverse, he was handcuffed and sat in the back of the deputies police cruiser.

The deputy called Scott to come and pick up his jeep. Stiles couldn't stand his jeep. It still had the faint smell of your perfume in it. You used to wear it out on your dates with him and it drives him insane.

Stiles, trying to cope with loosing you, decided to drink a whole bottle of bourbon. You had went to California State a little over six months ago while he was still stuck in Beacon Hills.

He watched, images of you running through his mind as the world goes by as the deputy drove to the police station.

As the deputy lead him into the police station, Stiles sighed. His dad was on vacation with Melissa in Hawaii.

"You have one phone call." The deputy told him. Stiles grabbed the phone, he should call Scott or Lydia but.. he dialed the old number he knew by heart.

After his phone call, he was lead to a holding cell. He sat down. Waiting. He was beginning to think that he wasted his only phone call as the last six hours began to become a blur.

"Stilinski, you can go." The deputy let him out of the cell, and as he looked up, there you were.

You bailed him out after all.

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