blue. [stiles stilinski]

[five] the internship

Present Day-

It's the first day of my FBI internship! I feel as if an entire butterfly house has exploded within my stomach, as i pull up to the parking lot of the place that will inevitably decide my future. This is the place i have dreamed about since i was 10. The job i've wanted ever since i used to watch 'Criminal Minds' until midnight, when dad was out drinking. I take the key out of the ignition and step out of the car, the sun warming the back of my neck, as i check to see if i remembered everything i needed. Hastily, as not to be late for my first day, i grab one of the bags from the back of my car to check to see if my notebook and pen were inside. I rifle through my bag, leaning on the boot of my car, before it slams down and catches my finger in the process. "Fuck!" i shout, dropping my bag, the contents spilling out onto the concrete below, as i cradle my injured pinky finger.

"Need some help?" An unfamiliar voice asks, i spin around; praying it isn't someone prestigious who works within the building and saw this catastrophe unfold. To my surprise, i'm met with a boy with dark curly hair and a scruffy beard, he smiles up at me as the sun gently reflects onto his face. He's dressed in a blue shirt and a smart tie and looks about a million times smarter than me in comparison to my creased white shirt and, 'two sizes two small' black pencil skirt. I sub-consciously try to smooth out the creases of my shirt with my hands, as the boy introduces himself. "I'm Lucas" he brightly announces, handing me my books. "Rue" I reply, thanking him in the process, "It's my first day and visibly i'm a bit of a mess" i continue. He laughs gently, lifting himself from the ground; "I'm a first year too, a bit less of a shit-show than you though" he grins as i roll my eyes.

I like him

"Would you like to walk with me to class, in case of another accident?" He questions, i nod in agreement, smiling as we walk side-by-side into the building. My eyes grow wide in amazement, as i take in the modernity and grandeur of the place, i'm envious of how put together everyone looks and i grow more self conscious of myself by the second, picking at my nails in nervousness. Lucas grabs us some coffee from one of the places we walk past, and i smile at him in thanks, as we continue to walk through the carpeted halls. "So, Rue what are you most excited about this year?" Lucas questions, as he sips his coffee, "definitely working on real cases" i reply, giggling at him as he burns his tongue on the latte. He agrees, mentioning something else, but it all fades away as i enter class and make eye contact with him. Everything turns to white noise as i look at him in disbelief, i knew he'd be here but i'd pushed all thoughts of him to the back of my head and they'd all just resurfaced at once.