Good job Stiles.
Jeemaro to settle all your feels.
“Hey Stiles, can we drive down to-” Jeep stopped mid-sentence, almost stumbling on the steps as they walked out of the house. Parked on the other side of the road was a black Toyota. Sleek and brand new. Derek was leaning up against it, hands in his pockets, eyes settled on Stiles’ body that was walking a few steps behind Jeep.
“Is that… Does Derek have a new car?”
“Huh?” Stiles looked up from his cellphone, he was probably texting Lydia or Scott about something, Jeep wasn’t paying much attention because that was a brand new car Derek was leaning against. The tires… wow… those were… they barely had any wear and tear. And the windshield was so clean and sparkly.
“Yeah I guess he does. Weird.”
“Yeah it’s definitely… weird.” Jeep tilted his head as he gazed at the Toyota.
“Hey Derek where’s the-“
Stiles’ sentence was lost as Jeep was thrown up against the side of his house. Stiles’ brow arched as he watched Camaro push into Jeep’s personal space as the blue haired human car shrunk against the wall with Camaro’s hands on either side of him, keeping him in place.
Oh this? I just stabbed a sword through Torah’s icon, that’s all.
THIS IS GOING ON MY WALL
Whoops I accidentally Jeep’d .
(Substitute goggles until I find my good ones. )
R.I.P. [Jeemaro Drabble]
Torah wanted me to Jeemaro. Be careful what you wish for Torah… *evil grin*
Blue hair reflected back at him in the glass that his bandaged hands were pressed against, the curtain shielded his eyes from what was on the other side but he couldn’t tear himself away.
It was cold… everything was cold. He had been frozen there for hours since Derek called. He and Stiles had rushed there as quickly as they could manage, taking every shortcut they could find.
There had been an accident and now all they could do was wait.
UGH ARRA ILU THANK YOU.
