*the next day*
It was mid afternoon, Scott and I had caught up during lunch, laughing at embarrassing memories and making plans of things we wanted to do together. I hadn't realised how much I had missed him over these past few years.
We were lounging on the sofa half texting, half paying attention to whatever random movie we put on. His phone beeped with a text. "The pack are coming over in a few minutes by the way"
"Oh, ok" I said slightly nervously.
The front door swung open and Stiles entered, a smile spreading across his face when he saw me. He swung the door shut, the sound of wood on wood echoing through the house, something only Scott could pick up and strolled towards me. He sunk down onto the couch next to me as the door bell rung, Scott answered it and the rest of the pack came and sat down. Scott sat on the other side of Stiles and who I learned to be Lydia, Kira and Malia sat on the couch opposite with Liam in the armchair.
Stiles seemed to sense my nerves and slightly brushed his hand over mine. Scott glanced towards us, noticing the decrease in my heartbeat, but luckily proceeded to become distracted by the others. After they had all introduced themselves, they started taking about school and lacrosse, moaning about various teachers and assignments. I mainly listened to their conversation and replied when I was asked a question.
"So Skylar," Lydia asked "Why'd you move back to Beacon Hills?"
"Oh you know, dad was always busy with work, so him and mum thought it would be better if I lived here"
Lydia, done with the idle gossip, directed the conversation back to school and a maths test we apparently had next week. Great.
After arrangements were made to study together in a few days, the pack went home. Stiles stayed for a bit longer than the others but I soon fell asleep my head resting against his shoulder, him unconsciously leaning towards me. I faintly remember feeling weightless as arms wrapped around me, the familiar scent of vanilla and pine lulling me into a sense of security. The sound of footsteps up the stairs, a click of a bedroom door being opened and the crisp linen against my skin enveloping me in a much welcomed warmth, carrying me into a deep sleep.
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Skylar McCall
FanfictionSkylar McCall, twin sister of Scott McCall, had lived with their dad in San Francisco since he moved there for work, before moving back to Beacon Hills when she was 17. When Scott fails to answer his phone, Stiles picks Skylar up from where she is s...
