"Oh god no!- Slow down! Are you trying to kill me and destroy my jeep?"

He screeches, swatting hardly at your shoulder. His eyes are wide, nails digging into your shoulder. Oh god. Why did he let you talk him into this. His poor jeep. He's going to die an early death from stress. Stiles can feel the white hairs growing on his poor head.

"N-Nononono! Change gears! Change gears!" he's yelling loud enough that he's sure Scott could hear him from all the way in his home. Listen, he loves you a lot, of course, but he also, loves his jeep a lot. Maybe not more than you, but the Jeep is a priority, okay? Cut him some slack.

"Okay! We are done here,"

he announces, grabbing the keys out of the car and turning it off. "No. I'm not teaching you in my jeep," Stiles grumbles, turning his head adamantly. Absolutely not. He loves you, but he is not letting you crash this jeep. "Class dismissed! No more!"