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       Jackson…now it all made sense. From the smug look on the other’s face to what he was wearing, Tymek could put two and two together from there. Stiles had told him about Jackson.

       “You’re the lizard boy, right?” At least that’s what Stiles had told him. Something about a lizard and being paralyzed. He didn’t remember much of it. “I’m Tymek, by the way, not Not-Stiles.”

Having a twin was fun…at first. Until everyone starts calling you by his name.        “Okay but I’m not Stiles and I don’t know who you are so again – who are you?”

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        “———- who are you?”

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Every time this asshole shows up he hardly ever tells Danny, he should be used to it by now. But he’s still happy to see him, even if he wasn’t expecting him. He wasn’t really up to a party or anything like that and hopefully Jackson wasn’t going to tell him to invite every person in his phone over. 

He steps back so Jackson can get inside after he breaks off from his hug. At least now he could hug Jackson without getting some weird ‘no homo’ from him or something else stupid like that every time. “Thanks, man,” he says and takes the box from him, turning it over in his hands a few times before he laughs and shakes his head. “Please don’t ever put on a UPS uniform unless you actually plan on working for them or something, and let’s be real, that’s never gonna happen.” 

A brow raises and he narrows his eyes a little. “Cake? Nope…” Which was an obvious lie from the tell-tale signs of it sitting in the form of blue icing above his top lip. “I didn’t even know you were coming, how could I have cake without you anyway?” He’s still turning the box over in his hands a few more moments while he walks from the foyer into the living room. “So can I open this thing now? Nothing’s gonna pop out at me, right?”

Party would have to wait. He was here for a whole week anyway. Today he was just going to spend every second with Danny. He’d already told his parents -- they had all of last night with him. He raises a brow at Danny and shrugs, not even able to deny his words. “Not even if I’m in some really bad porno?”  Following into the living room, he chuckles. Even without heightened senses, Jackson would probably be able to see that lie. But of course, he can smell the icing just as he can tell when his best friend is lying. Plus, the bit on his lip is a dead giveaway. It’s almost tempting him -- but he’s brought back to the question at hand.  “I might have gotten you a small attack dog.” He flops down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. “They’re all the rage in London,” he adds, throwing on a British accent with a chuckle. “Nah, I uh, don’t think the world of fashion has gotten that exciting yet. Just open it. And then I’m going to steal some of your cake.” 

[ sms ] what if i said i’m not home? [ sms ] that i’m out partying or something totally awesome [ sms ] i’m not…but i can pretend [ sms ] p.s. you don’t know me you don’t know my life, i’ll bang the ups guy if i want [ sms ] maybe he’s hot and thinks he’s in a bad porn

The only thing he was currently doing was shoving his face full of the batch of cupcakes he picked up for himself at the bakery. It was his birthday, he was allowed to indulge in all the carbs and sweets that he wanted. He’d even bought candles and lit one to blow out before he dug into them. And he was possibly already halfway through the six that he bought…half an hour ago.

And then there’s a knock at the door and he’s sure there’s probably frosting halfway across his face, but he doesn’t have time to grab a napkin before he hops up and heads to the door. Should he cross his fingers for a hot UPS guy? Maybe. He’d use his birthday as an excuse to hit on him. But as soon as he opens the door he’s quick to find that there is definitely not a UPS guy there at all. Instead there’s Jackson with a damn bow on his head like an idiot and Danny can’t help the grin that spreads across his face instantly.

“I hate you so much. And me saying I’d bang the UPS guy does not mean that’s you.” He’s still grinning though when he yanks the bow off Jackson’s head and tugs him into a hug whether he liked it or not. It’d been way too long since he’d seen him, and he still wasn’t used to not having him around whenever he needed him.

[ sms ] i personally made sure they sent you a hot ups guy too Last year, he actually  sent Danny a present in the mail and his visit had been limited to a Skype call for a couple of hours. When he heard that there was no massive celebration party, Jackson knew he needed to personally step up his best friend’s birthday game. Of course, he visited that summer to try to make up for it.  He listens as Danny moves towards the door, a smug grin plastered on his face ready to go for when the door opens. He only grins wider when his best friend does, starting to laugh at his comment. Before he can get words in edgewise though, Danny’s pulling him into a hug and Jackson falls into him, returning the hug with a deep inhale. Maybe once upon a time he would have pushed away from so much affection, but it’s been over a month since his last visit now.  “Happy birthday, dude,” he mutters, pulling back and stepping inside. He looks around for a moment, as though trying to see if anything has changed, but turns back to Danny after a moment. “Should I have put on a UPS uniform to top it off? Then would I be bang-able?” He smirks, handing out the box in his hands finally. “Were you eating cake without me?” 

[ sms ] yo, happy birthday [ sms ] got you something. shipping says it should be there at like 4pm today [ sms ] so you better be home [ sms ] and please don’t bang the ups dude even if it is on your bucket list Jackson can’t help grinning as he sends the last message, setting his phone down to finish boxing up Danny’s present. Maybe he’d lied a little. But he could get a little eccentric when jetlagged and sleep deprived. He’s here for a week -- just one week -- so he can throw Danny a proper birthday party. Last year was a letdown in Jackson’s opinion.  He glances at the clock again and grins, sticking a red bow on top of the box with Danny’s present. Thinking for a moment, he grabs another bow out of the bag and heads out the door. Pulling up in his best friend’s driveway, he pulls the visor down to look at the mirror long enough to stick the second bow to his head. It only needs to stay on for a minute anyway. Long enough for him to walk up the steps to his door anyway. The box is tucked under his arm, not wanting to distract from the real present, and he knocks a few times with his free hand. He’ll punch anyone who decides to ruin this.