Stiles groaned as he maneuvered his vehicle into the crowded parking lot of your apartment complex. He had promised to help you pack, and being the good friend he was, he couldn't back out now, even if it meant dealing with the oppressive summer heat.

As he stepped out of the Jeep, he noticed your front door was ajar, and he could hear you cursing from inside. He chuckled to himself, shook his head, and made his way up the stairs.

You stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by piles of boxes and an apartment half-packed. Stiles couldn't help but notice the disappointment and frustration etched on your face.

'Hey, hey, hey, none of that,' Stiles said, wrapping his arms around you. 'We've got this. I'm here to help, and I've got all the jokes and charm you can handle.'