Temporary Fix >> S.S. & A.A.

i. The Night We Met, Again

"From The Perfect Start..."

It's been a while since I have been here, in Beacon Hills. Ever since we arrived I've had this feeling that somethings going to happen, something bad. My room feels so empty even though I've finished unpacking and it is actually quite full. I don't think it will ever feel the same without my mom here. I haven't seen my friends from here since I was 9, that was 6 years ago. They probably don't remember what I look like, and I probably won't remember what they look like. I barely even remember their names. But there are two names I do remember. Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. I only met them when we were 5 so I knew them for two years. Scott lived across from me before I moved, I've moved back into the house I used to live in but I suspect that someone else lives in his house now. It's 10pm right now, I'm currently sitting on my bed, staring outside the window at Scott's, possibly old, house. It doesn't look much different. In fact it doesn't look one bit different from what I remember it as. It looks exactly the same. I'm home alone, my dads out as usual and my brother is catching up with some old friends from when he was 7 so who knows how that's going on. All of a sudden, I hear a knock on the door. I quickly jump off my bed and make my way downstairs. I walk over to the door and open it, to see a boy, probably about my age, brown buzzcut, standing there with his hands in his pockets. "Hi!" The boy says, I'm not sure who he is yet.
"Hello." I'm starting to think I know him or her knows me, but I just can't seem to remember.
"Sorry if you were sleeping, or if I've interrupted anything, or if you can't help me. I just um, my Jeep broke down and I have no more fuel and I was wondering if you have any? It's ok if you don't, I just-" He's swinging his body whilst talking with his hands in his pockets. He looks quite nervous, actually. I cut him off before he can say anything else.
"Yeah, I have some. Come with me." I walk outside the door and lock it before leading him over to my garage and, with his help, managed to open the old and rusty garage door. I walk inside and over to 4 large shelves on the back wall.
"Here, is this what you need?" I point at the large amount of fuel we have in our shelves.
"Yes, perfect! Thanks!" I pass him a container of fuel and he takes it with both hands.
"Thank you so so much, I really do appreciate it." This boy reminds me faintly of someone, but I can't seem to remember who. It's like I have met them before, I just can't remember.
"It's fine, honestly! We have tons, as you can see." I point out to him the dozens of containers full to the brim with fuel on our thin shelves.
"Thanks." I lead him out and slowly close the old garage door as he walks over to his car. I turn around and it is a lovely, blue jeep. I am guessing it is quite old but I actually really love it. I recognise it, strangely. I watch him as he fills up his jeep and am carefully sitting on the public bench outside my house.
"Thank you, again." He smiles and hops into the drivers side of his jeep.
"It's fine. I like your jeep.' I tell him, I smile back at him and cross my arms as it is breezy out here.
"Thank you, it used to be my mom's." He tells me.
"Nice!" He is looking at me like he is trying to figure something out, like we have met before but he can't remember me. The same thing that I am right now feeling. "Do you go to Beacon Hills High School?"
"Technically no, but technically yes. I am starting tomorrow. Do you?" I answer, remembering that I have got my first day of high school here tomorrow.
"Yeah, I do. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, maybe." He smiles once more and starts up his jeep. "Bye."
"Goodbye." He waves before he drives off and I walk back into the warmth of my house.

Before I know it I am upstairs in my bedroom, in my pyjamas, lying in bed, falling asleep. All I can think about is what it's gonna be like tomorrow. If I will ever see my old friends again, I really want to see Scott and Stiles. I miss them so much.

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The next day comes by quick. I wake up and head downstairs for breakfast, before putting on my outfit for my first day of school which consists of, dark grey skinny jeans, white tank top and a plaid shirt along with my black converse. I let my hair down natural and it drops down to my shoulders. As I am leaving my house, I see the same jeep as the boy that I met last night had parked outside of the house across the road. They must be picking someone up. I walk to school and arrive there in 15 minutes so I wait outside the school on a bench, waiting for the school principal to come and get me. As I am sitting I see a girl on the bench across from mine, I assume that she is new too.