You Captured My Heart

Becoming Friends: Pt 1

A/N:Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC

A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.

A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page

A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.

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 Becoming Friends: Pt 1

Amethyst's P.O.V.

~~ Stiles~~

The first time I met Stiles I was nine years old. We had just moved in across the street from the Sheriff's Deputy's house when I saw him. He was a skinny little kid with adorable floppy brown hair and amazing whiskey amber eyes with gold and cinnamon colored flecks in them. I thought his eyes were breathtaking. To me they were even better than glowing werewolf eyes but they were filled with such sadness and grief. They were breaking my heart. All I want to do was find a way to cheer him up.

I begged my parents to go meet him but in the end it was Stiles that came over to our house. He was kicking a soccer ball around in his front yard but he kicked the ball with to much force and it flew over and landed at the end of our driveway. He looked shocked at how far the ball had gone. He cautiously crossed the street and slowly walks up to our driveway. He grabs the ball and turns to go but I jump off the front steps and run to meet him.

"Hi. I'm Amethyst but you can call me Misty." I say cheerfully when I reach him and he tentatively smiles back at me.

"I'm Stiles." He says still wary of me. The way he is acting reminds me of young frightened werewolves.

"Hmm. Stiles. I like it, it fits you." I says and he gives me a goofy little smile.

"Can I play with you?" I ask shyly, crossing my arms behind my back and looking up at him under my long black eyelashes. He hesitates for a second before smiling at me widely and handing me the ball. I grin, drop the ball, and take off giggling. He chase me and we get into a game of soccer tag slash tug of war. We were wrestle each other for the ball when frantic shouting reaches my ears.

"Stiles! Stiles! Where are you?" Shouts a man and we sit up. The man spots Stiles next to me and rushes over. He is tall with brown hair with hints of blonde on the top and the warmest brown eyes that instantly make you feel safe and protected, like he would never let any harm come to you.

"Thank Goodness you alright." He says the panic in his voice slowly going down. "Oh. Hi. Who are you?" He asks noticing me sitting next to Stiles.

"I'm Amethyst Adolpha Dux. We just moved in a couple days ago. Do you want to talk to my parents?" I ask curiously. He looks from me to Stiles before turning back to me and nodding. I stand up and laugh. Stiles and most likely me have leaves, twigs and dirt all over. I brush myself off the best I could before straightening my back, holding my head high and lead them in our house. I smell dad's surprise and worry as I open the front door and usher Stiles and his dad in.

""Daddy. This is Stiles and Stiles's Dad." I say and dad gets up and firmly shakes his hand. Dad is a tall muscular man with light brown hair with hints of blonde hair and the most gorgeous (In my opinion) blue grey eyes that in the world. They make you feel safe and protected like Stiles's dad.

"Hello, I'm John Stilinski. Stiles is my son." Mr. Ski says to my dad.

"Richard Dux. Seems like our kids get along pretty well." Dad comments, eyebrow arched at the state Stiles and I are in. I smile at him innocently before turning and whispering to Stiles "Want to go sneak a cookie from my mom?" and his eyes light up. At that moment I vowed to do anything I can to make and keep him smiling like that. To keep his eyes full of happiness and laughter