Causeway Parking Lot, Saturday Morning

[nomoresportscars]

The drive over to Fandom (no, not across the country – from the airport where he'd met up with his car again) had had something of a soothing effect on Jackson. Somewhat. Not a lot. He was still pretty pissed that he'd been sent here in the first place, but at least he'd managed to get the scowl off his face for now.

Of course, parking his Porsche and getting out to take a look at the view of the island had him raising a critical eyebrow.

A castle, really?

[ooc: Jackson's here for just one other person and SP, but the post is open should you need it for something!]

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles, on the other hand, had driven across the country to get here. Yeah, like his dad was gonna pay to have his beloved jeep taken across the country. It was enough of a fight just to convince him he could drive it across in the first place.

So, yeah, he was tired and a little frazzled (people in the East could not drive) and he didn't even noticed who he was parked next to when he pulled into the parking lot.

He also didn't notice tapping Jackson's Porsche with his own door when he opened it.

[nomoresportscars]

But Jackson did notice. Oh, he noticed, and he wasn't pleased that he had.

"Hey," he snapped, more of his attention on his car than the person coming out of the other one. He'd be plenty interested if there was any actual damage. "Watch it."

[robinonadderall]

"Hey sorry--" Stiles stopped in mid-sentence when he realized he recognized that voice. And that car. And as he looked up he realized he recognized the person that snapped at him.

"Oh you have to be kidding me!"

[nomoresportscars]

Yeah, Jackson wasn't too thrilled to see you either, Stiles. Now that he'd realized who it was.

"Stilinski?"

He sounded offended by this.

[robinonadderall]

"What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles asked, for once looking genuinely angry rather than like a shocked spaz. "Why aren't you with Lydia?"

One of the reasons Stiles was comfortable enough with leaving town was because someone was there to watch over Lydia while she was in the hospital. Even if that someone was an ass like Jackson.

[nomoresportscars]

Funnily enough, Jackson had been asking himself that very same question. Along with a few related ones, like why he wasn't in Beacon Hills.

None of the answers were ones he was particularly inclined to share with Stiles, so...

"Why aren't you with McCall?"

[robinonadderall]

"I am my own person, you know, I am not always attached to Scott's hip." Yes he was. "And he didn't want to go to school here."

That would mean being away from Allison and we couldn't have that happening, oh no.

[nomoresportscars]

"... You're going to be going to school here?"

Yes, Jackson, that was what he'd been saying. In addition to lying about himself and Scott, obviously.

"Why?"

[robinonadderall]

"Becauuuuuuuse I want to?" Seemed like as good a reason as any. "Why are you going to school here? You're going to school here, right?"

[nomoresportscars]

"None of your business." ... Okay, he hadn't expected to see Stiles after moving across the country. He was not at his best.

And he looked annoyed, what else was new? "Look, you should just stay out of my way."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh yeah because I was so eager to get in your way before," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "It's you always getting into Scott's business."

And Scott's business tended to end up being Stiles's business eventually.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson scoffed at that. "Being friends with Allison isn't exactly getting into McCall's business."

No, but trying to get to him through her was.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh as if you're capable of being friends with anyone not named Danny," Stiles said. "Nobody buys that excuse."

[nomoresportscars]

"I'm wounded, really, I am," Jackson informed him. With heavy, heavy sarcasm. "By the guy with only one single freak for a friend."

[robinonadderall]

Okay, maybe Stiles had been a bit hypocritical by pointing out Jackson's lack of friends but... "Freak, really? You want to use that term after everything?"

As far as Stiles knew Jackson was dying to be one of those so-called freaks.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson's eyebrow shot up.

"After what?" he inquired. "Having to huddle with all of you in the freaking chem lab?"

[robinonadderall]

"What--no! I mean, well, yeah, you should have been a little more grateful for that but still." Stiles shook his head. "Whatever, play stupid, I don't care. I'll be happy to stay out of your way."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson was happy to take that. Even if he got the idea there was something he was maybe not getting here, he was so not in the frame of mind to deal with it.

"Whatever."

He was already turning to walk away.

[robinonadderall]

"Whatever." Yeah he was fine with mocking Jackson when his back was turned. This was just freaking great.