𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 ❨ stiles stilinski and scott mccall ❩

𝟔. 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬

I'd say you broke
my heart

But you broke much
more than that
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

FEELING ANXIOUS HAD BECAME A KIND OF BACKGROUND NOISE to MJ, as if it were traffic on some unseen road. There are times she could do something about it, and times she could not. Unfortunately, now was one of those times.

"Hey, Scott." The teenage girl spoke quietly as she fiddled with the loose thread of her shorts.

After a lot of hesitation, Margot had decided to go to Scott's house that night.

Scott suddenly rose from his seat on the edge of the bed, wiping his hands on his denim jeans. "MJ... Hey."

She could see his throat bob nervously and he attempted a shy grin. "I'm sorry for springing this on you. I just found all this stuff the other day and I thought you would want it back."

Reaching under his bed the boy pulled out a square cardboard box. Ripping the box open the first thing he gave her was a maroon hoodie that MJ could immediately tell was three sizes too big. It wasn't until she saw the large 24 printed on the back she new who the hoodie truly belonged to.

"God, I hate this costume." Margot grumbled as she wrapped her arms around herself as her teeth chattered softly. That night was the type of coldness that reached into your bones, as if your heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again.

It was the night of the lacrosse game. Stiles first night on the field. Unfortunately for MJ her cheerleading costume didn't offer her much heat in the winter night.

Seeing Margot shiver as she walked Stiles quickly scrambled to remove his lacrosse hoodie over his head and offer it to the younger girl, leaving him just in his gym shirt.

"Stiles you'll freeze." She couldn't help the frown that overtook her features at the boys offer.

"What kind of person would I be if I let you freeze to death. Plus, after scoring the winning goal I'm filled with adrenaline. I can't even feel the cold." He joked with a confident yet humorous smirk however, in reality Stiles could feel the icy breeze wash over his skin leaving goosebumps in its path.

"Thank you." She grinned as she pulled the sweater over her head. It surrounded her like a warm blanket that smelled of cinnamon.

Pulling the cuffs of the hoodie over her hands and folding her arms she turned to her freckled, hazel eyed best friend. "You wanna know a secret? You're the sweetest guy I've ever known, Stilinski."

Stiles blush was a blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and his eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness could bring. It only made Margot smile wider.

"Damn it, I forgot my other gym bag." Stiles suddenly cursed. "That's your mum right?"

"Yeah! Go ahead I'll see you later." She grinned before calling out, "Wait, Stiles! Your sweater!"

"Keep it! This way everyone knows you're my number one supporter."

Mrs James grinned as she greeted her daughter, happy to see her walking with Stiles. "Was that your boyfriend?"

A grin began to grow in MJs face, one the screamed uncontrolled happiness. "That was Stiles, mum."

"I know who it was... that wasn't what I asked."

"I also found this." Scott continued, handing the girl a book he had gotten her for her fifteenth birthday.

Margot's smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. Scott could see how it came from deep inside to light her eyes and spread into every part of her. That smile was the prettiest thing he had seen in a long while.

"The General in His Labyrinth... God, I must have read this thing a thousand times." She whispered.

The book was a simple earthy hued cover, warming to the eyes, comforting. After all these years it was soft to the touch and the edges had a similar look to some beloved teddy bear. Inside the pages looked as if they had bathed in golden rays, gentle to the fingertips.

As she opened the novel she could see the soft wrinkle in every other page. Until she came across one. The only page in the book which had been touched by MJ's pen for she had underlined a single sentence.

"There is great power in the irresistible force of love."

Bookmarking the page was a delicate aged daisy between the two pages. Somehow the petals remained stuck fast enclosed amongst hundreds of fine words, radiating around the brown centre, its pure chocolate hues so bold against the pale page of the book.

Their first fight. Only eight years old.

"I thought we were the perfect best friends." Eight year old Stiles Stilinski sobbed as he was comforted by his father.

The Sheriffs heart broke for his son. Seeing him so hurt by the fact MJ decided to share her twizzlers with Scott.

He offered his son a small smile and explained in the most simple terms he could manage. "There is no perfect. There will always be struggle, Stiles. You just have to pick who you want to struggle with."

"Like you and mum?" Stiles looked up at his dad as his hazel eyes sparkled with unleashed tears.

The Sheriff could only smile. A smile that held so much grief as he thought of his late wife. "Yeah, kid. Like me and your mum."

So when Stiles showed up at MJ's doorstep, drenched in rain with a small daisy he picked from the garden babbling on about how he wanted to struggle with her. Margot didn't truly understand but accepted the small flower and his apologies nonetheless.

MJ couldn't help but grin as the memory of eight years old Stiles came to mind.

"Thank you, for all of this." She whispered.

"Yeah, no problem."

He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking, his head tilted to one side and a hopeful smile playing on his lips. "I missed you, over summer break."

A familiar warmth swelled through her as she slowly raised her eyes to gaze at the boy in front of her. "You did?"

In that moment of silent wonder, Scott just admired everything about her. He wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the bed, to wrap his arms around her. "Yeah..."

As she sat in the peacefulness of late evening in Scott's room, MJ could feel the boy begin to move closer. Slowly but surely his lips were begging to meet hers. However, just as they were about to touch she couldn't help but turn away, almost as if it were a reflex.

"I should go." She breathed the words out hurriedly. "My mum wants me home early to help with dinner." Margot whispered almost silently as if her words were unwilling to take flight.

Suddenly Scott felt like concrete was growing in his chest. It was heavy and caused a deep aching in his body as he watched the love of his life grab her things and walk out of his room.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
an update that doesn't follow
the plot. the next one will
though.

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