This was originally posted to Livejournal as a fill to a prompt. If you'd like to read the prompt, go to my profile and get the address for my account. It should be posted in the header of the story on there. Also just throwing this out there...this is a 5+1.

Flat Tires and Subtle Hugs 1

Word count: 1,249

Rated M: for small snippet of potty mouth and just because I'm not sure how far my imagination will go with this. I might change the rating later if need.

So Scott was moving. His best friend, most times his only friend, was moving. And not that annoying type of moving where you move a few blocks over. No, he was moving to Florida. He wasn't even going to be within driving distance. Well he was, but the jeep wouldn't make it across country. In retrospect, he should have seen it coming; Melissa had been dating David exclusively. Melissa McCall had finally moved on with her life, and with a doctor. Stiles was happy for her, really he was. But did she have to move in with the guy? After all, they'd only known each other for a little over a year. Was it normal to pack up and move your son a billion, zillion miles away from his best friend after dating for a year...or three? Stiles didn't think it was. Nevertheless, here Stiles was, watching his best friend pack up the last of his Star Wars action figures.

Stiles sat on the bed and wallowed in his pity. Scott was packing entirely too fast, and he kinda wanted to dump everything back out so the older boy would have to start over. He bit is bottom lip as the last action figure was safely packed away.

"Well that's it," Scott replied, closing his suitcase with a thud. The thud of doom, Stiles thought.

"Are you sure you don't wanna just move in with me and my dad?" Stiles asked.

"And help you eat your dad out of house and home?" Scott asked jokingly.

"I don't eat that much!"Stiles exclaimed. "Okay maybe I do, but I'd totally tone it down if it meant keeping you here," he added after Scott shot him an I'm-a-werewolf-and-can-totally-tell-when-you're-lying glare.

"But I want to go Stiles. My mom is finally moving on. I owe it to her to make this sacrifice. Besides it's a good opportunity for me to..." Scott trailed off, but Stiles still heard the words. For me to get over Allison.

"I just don't want to lose you. You and my dad are all I have."

"That's not true," Scott started, putting an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders. "You have the pack."

"Pffft!" Stiles snorted, his arm jerking up wildly. Scott ducked just in time to miss the limb. "Once you're gone, they'll have no need for me. Lydia will go back to her "Bitchier-Than-Thou" attitude. And Jackson will be all "I'm top bitch!" And Derek will growl and mope and revert to "I'm the bitchiest there is. Bow down and worship you're queen." And it will be the three bitch troops and one lonely Stiles without a best friend!"

"Dude, did you just call Derek a queen?" Scott asked.

"You're totally missing the point!" Stiles shouted.

"You're over-exaggerating," Scott reassured,picking his last suitcase. Stiles grabbed the box of pictures off his bed and followed Scott out to the moving truck.

"Easy for you to say! You have your bitchy werewolf pass. I'm only admitted in by default."

Scott raised an eyebrow. " You can have my pass if you want it," he offered.

"Dude, you can't get a pass without being a werewolf. It's written in the rules."

"What rules?" Scott asked, confused. If there was a rule book on being a werewolf, he'd been cheated 'cause he didn't get his copy.

"The "How to be a Bitchy Werewolf Guide for Bitchy People Who've been bitten by a Werewolf" rule book," Stiles answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"The what for what?" Scott asked.

"You suck at this!" Stiles groaned.

*After the last box was stored away, Stiles stepped back and watched as Scott shuffled around nervously.

"I can't believe you and your mom are driving all the way to Orlando in a U-Haul."

"She thinks it's good bonding time. I plan to tell her about the whole wolf thing on the way. Less chance she'll run away from me." Scott smirked.

"Greater chance she'll crash," Stiles pointed out.

"Yeah so if, you hear about a fiery crash involving a U-Haul, call me."

"She's gonna be a little freaked out, but she loves you."

"I know," Scott said. "I'm gonna miss you so much man."

"I'm gonna miss you too, but you know, in a platonic and hetero-lifemate kind of way. although, we still have the internet," Stiles offered.

"And all types of breaks from school," Scott added. Melissa blew the horn and Scott moved towards the passenger side door.

"Promise you won't get a new best friend and forget about me?" Stiles asked, swallowing thickly.

"I could never replace you. Promise to stay in touch with the pack?" Scott asked, voice filled with emotion.

"I promise. Now enough of this girly goodbye stuff," Stiles said, wiping his face.

Scott smiled and got in the truck. Stiles watched pathetically as he watched the moving van disappear out of sight. With it went half his heart.

* A week passed before he could even pull himself out of bed in order to do anything other than shower. Allison had dropped by occasionally. For all her crazy family members, she wasn't so bad, and Stiles regretted that he hadn't tried to get to know her when she and Scott were together. They talked mostly about Scott. About how she felt so betrayed after the whole Kate, alpha thing, about how she let that fuel her attitude towards Scott until it was too late. About how she wished desperately she could turn back time and cherish every single moment she'd spent with him.

His dad was as understanding about the situation as possible, and Stiles gave him credit for letting him help with a missing persons case. Unfortunately that didn't eat up too much time. The girl ended up calling from two towns over, telling her parents she'd gotten married. Without psychotic hunters and deranged werewolves, Beacon Hills was returned its naturally boring self. Stiles found no excitement in helping his dad with the drunk guy that kept wondering into traffic. By Wednesday he'd returned to his safe haven on covers and pillows.

By Saturday Stiles had run out of Adderall. He'd pulled himself together long enough to get dressed and grab his car keys. He walked out the front door and went to get in his jeep when something caught his eye. His tire was flat. It was the weirdest thing ever because he'd just replaced the tires. He groaned in frustration.

"You need help?" Stiles turned towards the voice and groaned when he spotted the Porsche. He contemplated running, but the tingling in his legs told him that he need that Adderall.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked as he slid in the sleek car.

"I was passing by on my way home." Jackson answered easily, slinging an arm over Stiles shoulder. If he didn't know any better, Stiles would swear that it was a hug.

Stiles didn't point out that Jackson lived in the opposite direction.

Well there you go. I tweaked it a little just because I noticed a few mistakes that slipped the first time. I also inserted a small, small little paragraph in a futile attempt to make it longer. Didn't do very well. I didn't want to insert too much because although short, I'm really happy with the outcome.

Review and don't sugar coat it.