𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍. sᴛɪʟᴇs sᴛɪʟɪɴsᴋɪ ¹

101

           101. moon cast a pale glow

    The raindrops splashed on the concrete as large grey clouds loomed over the small town of Beacon Hills. They slid down the car windows while Amara sat in the front seat beside her mother, Lorraine. This summer, they were visiting Lorraine's parents in New York while Amara's father, Elijah, remained in Beacon for his 'job.' But Amara sensed there was more to it than her parents let on; their time in New York seemed driven by Lorraine's longing for the big city and the strain of their arguments.

But Amara never broached the topic during their summer visit. She missed the big city herself, yet something about Beacon held her captivated, like she was woven to it.

Amara stole glances at her mother, whose eyes were fixed on the rain-streaked windshield. Lorraine's jaw was set, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel. Amara glanced over at her mother. Lorraine, noticing her daughter's gaze, caught her eye and offered a reassuring smile. Amara then proceeded to give her mother a tight smile before gazing back at the rain-streaked windows beside her. Amara gaze fixed on the inky darkness outside. The moon cast a pale glow, barely penetrating the dense canopy of trees that loomed like silent sentinels. The leaves rustled softly in the night breeze.

Her attention then shifted when she heard her mother call out her name.

"Amara? Are you even listening to me?"Lorraine spoke, turning her head from the wet road to face Amara.

Amara sighed softly, tearing her gaze away from the rain-soaked pavement to meet her mother's concerned eyes. "Uh, no, what were you saying?" she murmured, her voice tinged with distraction.

Lorraine furrowed her brow, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and mild annoyance. "I was asking if you're prepared for school tomorrow, Amara."

"Oh, right! Yeah, I'm all set. I went shopping with Lydia before we headed to New York," she said, her voice clearing as she shook off her distraction.

Lorraine began, "Are you sure, hun?" But before she could continue, a car started swerving as if it was going to hit something, then sped off. Lorraine slammed on the brakes, jolting the girls in shock. Amara looked up and saw a figure hunched over in a red sweater. He looked up, and instantly, Amara recognized him it was Scott McCall.

As the car came to a complete stop, Amara sat back and said, "That's Scott McCall, Mom." She looked at her mother, who was still in shock. Without hesitation, Amara rolled down her window, stuck her head out, and called out, "McCall, get in!" The puzzled boy looked up, noticing the girl. He instantly recognized her as Amara, the girl he was forced to hang out with as a kid due to his best friend Stiles being fond of her. Later on, he grew fond of her too. He felt a sense of relief seeing her face.

He quickly sped to the car, holding his side as if he were hurt. He looked at Amara, and she gave him a reassuring smile, signaling it was okay to get in. He hopped in the car, wincing slightly as he did.

Lorraine, still trying to process nearly hitting a teenage boy, turned to Scott and asked, "Scott, are you alright, dear? What are you doing here so late?"

Scott nodded, trying to catch his breath. "Thanks, Mrs. Beckshire. You saved my life, but I'm alright." He tried to give a cheeky smile.

Amara turned and raised her eyebrow, glancing at Scott's hand still clutching his side. "What happened, Scott?" she asked with concern in her voice.

Scott shook his head slightly. "Oh, nothing. It's just that I fell and hurt myself." Amara gave him a nod and turned back to her seat.

"Would you like me to take you home, hun?" Lorraine asked with a gentle smile. Scott looked up, his eyes weary, and nodded. The car ride was silent and awkward, the tension palpable between the two teenagers who were no longer friends.

The drive remained uncomfortably quiet until they passed a different part of Beacon Hills Preserve and saw a swarm of police cars with flashing lights. "I wonder what happened," Lorraine remarked, her voice breaking the silence. Scott flinched. "I'm pretty sure Dad will tell us," she continued. Amara nodded in agreement, her curiosity piqued.

"They found a body," Scott mumbled. Lorraine and Amara's eyes widened, and a heavy silence filled the car. "Oh dear God," Lorraine managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. The car fell silent once again, the weight of the news settling over them.

As they turned the corner onto Scott McCall's street, Amara finally broke the silence changing the topic . "So, Scott, where is your other half tonight in all this chaos?" She wondered about the buzz-cut, dorky teenage boy who was usually by Scott's side.

Scott gave Amara a tight smile before replying, "Oh, Stiles? He wanted to get a good night's rest for school tomorrow." Amara formed an "oh" with her mouth, then nodded with a little chuckle. Scott smiled awkwardly. Before they knew it, they arrived at Scott's house. He hopped out of the car, and before he shut the door, he thanked Amara and Lorraine. They watched him walk into his house before driving away.

Lorraine glanced over at Amara, who was nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "Stiles? Noah's son? He's cute, don't you think?" Amara slowly turned her head to face her mom. "WHAT?" Amara let out a laugh. "No, no, no." She had never imagined Stiles in that way or any way, for that matter, so the thought of it made her giggle.

Lorraine looked at her daughter, confused. "Oh, I thought that's why you brought him up." Amara let out a sigh. "No, I was just starting a conversation. And besides, I barely even interact with him."

"He's a good kid, Amara. You should try to befriend him again. Plus, I think your father and Noah would like that."

Amara sighed again, glancing out the window as they drove. "So, that dead body they found...?"

Lorraine frowned, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter, ignoring amara comment about the dead body.

As they pulled into their driveway, the car's headlights illuminated the path ahead. Amara stepped out and took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air on her face. She looked back at her mom. "Home sweet home" Amara closed the car door and watched as her mom walk into the house  she was right behind her.

MIA <3

A little Scott
and Amara
Interaction<3

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