Stiles Stilinski Oneshots and Crossovers

1 ~ Two Of Us

Stiles was humming quietly to himself as he went over next months maths lesson. What? He had to be prepared. He could be running for his life in that particular lesson. It's Beacon Hills, you never know.

The particular tune that he was humming was for his music project. He took it up instead of his extra free period on Thursday afternoons. (A/N: I know i know i know just go with it) It was optional of course so his teacher didn't mind if he missed a few lessons every now and then. 

Nobody really knew about this arrangement apart from his dad of course and the few people in his class with him, but they didn't really care so he didn't  really have anything to worry about. It wasn't a secret exactly, it just hadn't really come up and he hadn't really told anyone because if he was being honest he kinda liked it that way. 

He remembered how his mothers gentle angelic voice had drifted through the air as her slender fingers nimbly danced across guitar strings. He remembered how she would gently sway side to side with a soft smile on her face as her lyrics spun a wonderful story. He remembered how her long dark hair would fan out around her as she twirled around the living room, her voice following merrily behind her all the while. He remembered how her warm eyes i would light up with a special little twinkle when she was doing something she loved as she sang him lullabies.

He glanced at the guitar in the corner of his room, a soft smile on his face.

She would sometimes sing sweet little songs for the children at the nursery and, more often than not, the parents and the  teachers would sit and listen in. 

As he grew older, they sang together quite often, it was usually this or that from the radio, or it was something that she had written in her spare time, gazing at sunsets. He thinks he liked those ones the most, the ones she put her heart and soul into even if he hadn't  understood what they meant quite yet.  When she died, he sung them over and over like prayers so that they were ingrained in his memory, hoping it would bring him closer to her. It worked sometimes, but other times it left a big gaping hole in his heart and made him feel as if she was further away then ever before. He had a tattoo of some of her lyrics from her favourite one that she wrote. He got it when Scott got his tattoo, even though he hated needles and passed out halfway through, it was worth it.

The song for his assignment  was one he had written when he was eleven or twelve and had allowed himself to think of her when the wound was still quite raw. Obviously when he fished it out from his draw, it had undergone serious editing and it was now much better than before, although the meaning was still the same. He had rescued it long before the assignment (around the time he was worried for his dads safety and the fear of losing both parents was mildly overwhelming) but now he thought it was the proper occasion to practice and perform it. The song was written with a piano (His mother had taught him from a young age and he kept playing to honour her memory - it only seemed fitting) so he had to practice at school which made timing difficult. It wasn't that he wanted it a secret but he liked that it was his and his moms thing. She had made him promise on one of the days that she was more herself, that he would never stop playing, never stop singing and he always kept his promises. 

He was drawn back to reality when his phone pinged with a text from Scott.                                Scotty Boy: Hey man there's a pack meeting at the loft in 30 minutes, i'm bringing snacks :))

He smiled at that, grabbed his keys and hopped in his jeep.

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