Stackson AU: It’s their senior year of high school, and both Stiles and Jackson are broken and alone. They both are going through an existential crisis which seems to come with not knowing what to do after high school. Jackson didn’t get accepted into Harvard, the only college he bothered to apply to, to pursue law like his father. Stiles is facing the omnipresent question of what he wants to do with his life, because suddenly he isn’t so sure law enforcement is exactly his thing. It’s Jackson who starts it with a text, it was supposed to be a booty-call, but in their drunken stupor only cuddling ensued. Their senior year passed in a blur of fucking and booze, “C’s get degrees” and trying to figure their shit out. They talked more about life and future plans, than they did about the fact that they hated each other. Than slowly the “I think I’m going to”’s turned into “I think we should”’s. They decided that San Francisco was far enough away from home, and the John Adams Community College was a good start to getting credits without having a major set in stone. They rented a tiny apartment, that was somehow a mess all the time. Stiles got a job as a waiter at a hipster diner that had blossomed in the middle of downtown. Jackson worked in the library to reshelve books. They didn’t have to worry about money, because of Jackson’s inheritance, but they wanted to be self sufficient, so they stick with the money they make to pay their bills and to buy food. Sure, money is a bit tight, but their figuring shit out, and they have each other. They are both stupid and oblivious, because it’s Scott who points it out. “So are you two dating yet?” and it runs through Stiles’ mind on repeat till mid way through a very quiet meal together does Jackson finally sigh and ask what’s wrong. Stiles blurts out the question, which makes Jackson blink then a huge grin splits onto his face. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
