Shinning brown eyes, dark brown hair, and clothes too big were the only things Ezra brought to the table.
Well, along with the flesh piercing claws and fangs.
Life hasn't treated her the best in any way, so when she and her widow father move to Bea...
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The knock on the Stilinski house front door rung through the chilly afternoon air, and I knew my cheeks were red from the frozen wind.
"Coming!" a muffled, male voice shouted from inside. I knew it wasn't Stiles's voice, as his was much sweeter in tone than this rough and deep one.
Over the last three days, Stiles and I have become undeniably close. Scott has been obsessed with lacrosse and his new girl, leaving me as Stiles's backup-best-buddy. As long as I had someone I could call a friend in this small town it was alright with me. We had spent the last couple of days at the small coffee shop in town, just sitting and talking about everything. We would nerd out about our favorite old movies, books, and even music. We talked about his mother, his father, his best friend Scott, and the girl he has been in love with since middle school, Lydia Martin. I didn't talk much about myself, but he learned that I was living with just my father on the south side of town close to Scott.
The front door swung open, revealing a man in a sheriff's uniform. From what Stiles had told me about his life, this must be his father.
"Hey, I'm Ezra. Just a friend of Stiles, was wondering if it was alright if I see him?" I asked politely, trying to be friendly with my new friend's parent.
"Oh, wow. My sons never had a girl over in his life," he said with a deep chuckle, standing aside and allowing me to slip inside.
"Well, I hope it's alright if I take his innocence from him," I said with a light-hearted chuckle, hoping that the overbearing sarcasm that Stiles always spat made his father easier to joke with.
And my prayers were answered when he let out another small fit of laughter. "Please do. I was beginning to worry about why my teenage son has never tried to sneak a girl in or even have a girlfriend."
"Dad? Who was at the- oh, Ezra." Stiles spoke quickly and out of breath as he carelessly ran down the stairs at the speed of light. "Why are you here?"
"Wow, thanks for the welcoming greeting," I said with a roll of my eyes before following Stiles's dad towards the kitchen when he offered something to drink. "Just came by to hang out. My house was getting a little overwhelming." I said calmly, trying not to show the mannerisms of being scared to speak about my own home, a place I should feel welcome to be at.
That's kind of hard when you have a father like mine.
"Oh, well I was just doing homework. Wanna come upstairs?" Stiles said, grabbing the soda from his dad's hand that he was trying to give to me. I took the liberty of grabbing a second from the fridge for myself. I couldn't help but be grateful that there was Dr. Pepper and not some weird and gross Ginger Ale like the kind my mother drank.
