Red Ridinghood

Chapter 1

9 years later

Northborn was a small village, one that he would always call his home, or at least he hoped he would. His father was not only the Sheriff but a man with much influence in the town. His father was looking for a suitable bride for him, but every time he brought up a name Stiles refused. This caused tension in the Stilinski household, and Stiles began spending less and less time at home.

Stiles was a spaz, lovable, but extremely annoying. And without Allison around he was always getting into trouble with absolutely no filter. The only reason people put up with him was to appease his father, they clearly didn't know that Stiles and his Dad weren't on good terms.

seven months and Stiles would be seventeen, marrying age was usually sixteen, any more than twenty and you didn't have much of a chance unless you had the youth and spirit of a teenager. His father had given him until he was seventeen, at that point if he didn't find someone suitable that he agreed with his father was going to marry him off to who he thought was most suitable.

See, even though he was a spaz, he did have an upper hand with his good looks. If he kept his mouth shut he found girls liked to hang around him much more. But at one point they'd say something stupid, and Stiles wouldn't be able to hold back. Then a second later they all would vanish.

Allison was the only one that actually thrived off his sarcasm and personality. But it made sense, seeing as she was raised in an all-male environment. When she was ten her mother died, and her father had taken her away to another town, saying that they were going to train to kill the beast that had taken her mother's life. She promised she would return before he turned seventeen, so he held out for her. Getting and sending letters to her whenever he could.

He wasn't an attention seeker, in fact, he was extremely awkward. The one time his father had convinced him to go to dinner with another family Stiles somehow screwed things up so badly that the family moved away, and discontinued business with Northborn completely. His father stopped trying to get him to go to dinners when that happened.

Stiles didn't try to but he always found himself getting in trouble. His father expected him to one day take over as town Sheriff. Stiles had always wanted to do that, but all the pestering and expectations from everyone around him made him stop caring what people thought of him. Though he was sure, if his father wasn't his father people wouldn't waste their time with him.

People had attempted to rob his father many times, but somehow he always knew what to do. Though people hadn't thought of using Stiles against his father yet, he suspected it was only a matter of time before someone took him and ransomed his father. Stiles was born into a rich family that didn't show it. His inheritance could buy him two castles if that's what he wanted to do with it.

But his father had used the money to help the town, rebuilding and helping keep the town running. He was kinda like a hero that took credit for pretty much nothing. Though as good as his father's heart was, he did not know how to lay off...

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Stiles hoisted the firewood into his arms. Stumbling twice and almost dropped it before he was able to get a solid grip on it. That's when he realized he forgot to grab his ax. Though he'd have to come back for a few more loads his Dad had told him to always bring the ax back on his first trip, seeing as that's the piece that was stolen most often.

He let out a whine, and felt a small amount of disappointment, at this point it felt like he couldn't do anything right. As he tried to reach down, he had to quickly regain his grip before all the wood fell.

"Need some help?" A voice behind him startled him, he was barely able to keep his hands on the pile as he yelped.

Stiles whirled around to see a boy with tan skin and a crooked jaw standing a few feet from him, amusement written on his face.

Though Stiles was used to that humorous reaction and welcomed the help. "Y-yeah, that'd be great." Instead of grabbing the ax as Stiles had suspected, he would. The mystery boy picked up the ax and set it on top of the pile in Stiles' arms. Then to Stiles' complete surprise, he picked up all the remaining wood.

"How- what-" He hadn't even noticed his grip was slipping before the boy warned him of it, as he did Stiles regained his grip and stared in amazement. "How are you doing that?"

"I'll tell you later, mind telling me where all of this is going?" The boy said with a smile on his face that strangely reminded Stlies of a puppy.

"Yeah, yeah, uh follow me." Stiles shook his head as he walked back in the way of the village. "So, uh, what's your name?"

"Scott. What's yours?" Scott replied in a cheerful, though strained voice thanks to the amount he was carrying.

"Stiles, my real name is too hard to say so I go by Stiles," Stiles said as they passed the gate into their village, the townspeople stared at Scott in a similar way Stiles had. Which made Stiles smile.

After a few minutes, Scott said something again, "So do you know any homes for sale around here? Maybe even in the woods? My family is thinking about moving and sent me ahead to look around."

Stiles thought about it for a minute. "I think I could find something." Stiles then turned left and they were at his house. An empty firewood crate inside the stable.

"You live here?" Scott asked in bewilderment as Stiles started helping unload Scott's large bundle of wood.

"Yeah, though it isn't as cool as super strength, or whatever it is you can do," Stiles said with a smile. "Hey, thanks for helping me, and before you go around town talking to others, let me introduce myself before you hear it second hand. I'm Stiles Stilinski." Stiles said, holding out his hand.

Scott smiled and shook it. "Scott McCall, and I'm guessing you have a somewhat embarrassing reputation?"

"How'd you guess?" Stiles asked jokingly. "Is it that obvious?"

"No, it's just easy to recognize something when you share the same thing, that's kinda why we're moving," Scott smiled, as Stiles' face lit up with a grin.

"If I could move I would, but my Dad's put his roots pretty deep into this town," Stiles said with a shrug.

Scott laughed at that, and Stiles smiled. They talked for about a long while, but as the sun was beginning to set, Scott got more and more fidgety.

"Hey, this has been, so much fun, but I still got to find a place to sleep tonight."

"Oh, yeah." Stiles sighed, then an idea came to his mind. "Wait, how about you stay here? I mean, we have the room, and you literally just saved me hours of work." Stiles said with a smile.

Scott's face widened into a grin. "Are you serious?"

"Sure! I mean, you're the first person I actually enjoy talking to since, well it's been a while." Stiles kinda trailed off, but he wasn't going to let that ruin his good mood.

"Are you sure your Dad won't mind?"

"He's out on business, he should be gone for another week at least," Stiles said enthusiastically.

"Well, alright then! I won't overstay my welcome, I just need to find a good enough house with a good price."

Stiles laughed at that. "Don't worry about it!" Stiles smiled as a thought came to his mind. "I can tell we're gonna be great friends."

Scott smiled.

Author's Note - 

Hope it wasn't too bad, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be done with this story,  and tbh, all the different plots and storylines are getting a tad bit confusing to my brain. Plus all the homework crap I have. Lol

Once second semester starts I should have a lot more free time.

I'll try to do an update a week, but I don't know how well that's going to work out. If not that week it should come out the next.

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