INFINITE || A Teen Wolf & Ariana Grande Fanfiction

Prologue- Infinite

    Twelve year old Ariana, Scott, and Stiles have been best friends for as long as they could remember. One mid- fall day, abruptly Ariana had to move away leaving behind a depressed Scott & Stiles. Ever since then, its been Scott & Stiles. But, when a new girl moves into Beacon Hills is a familiar face, are things going to be the same? Scott & Stiles has been off and on again ordeals, should Ariana be trusted? The secrets begins to unfold and already tearing a ripple between their tight bondage. Is Ariana Grande the same girl they have been best friends with since they were kids? Read along as the trio figure out how strong their friendship is and the adventures they get through.

[5 Years Earlier]

Ariana's POV

   I was just finishing up my singing lessons with my vocal coach at the community center. I couldn't be more happier to get out of class, Scott and Stiles were coming. Scott and Stiles are my best friends, they are pretty much the most important people in my life to be honest. I don't think I could ever live without them, simply because life wouldn't be entertaining at all, just filled with quietness.

    Scott usually is always the quiet one. Meanwhile ol' Stiles here, believes he is smart with his plans and tricks, which ultimately seems to always get Scott and I into trouble. I walk outside to see Stiles throwing half-broken sticks at this hawk. I glance over to Scott, who is videotaping the whole thing. I chuckle under my breath at the sight of them. Totally the smartest boys in this entire facility. I begin to cross the street to approach Scott and Stiles, just to see the hawk then swooping low and continuously attacking Stiles head. I snickered so loud that I could have shot milk out of my nose.

"Hiya boys, what are the troubles that you both will get me into, that later I will have to think of excuses to give?" I hummed.

"Same old, we are gonna go check out that abandoned house in the deserted town" Stiles proudly retorts, as if he will successfully find anything.

"You mean the one that Crazy Steve talked about? On Drake & Josh?" I said, bluntly, waiting for him to realize it was on a show.

"I'll pass" Scott chuckles.

  The community center was about a five minute walk to my house, throughout the walk, the hawk had continued to follow Stiles and pecked at his head. We finally met to the front steps of my modern home, the door is opened widely before I could even grasp the doorknob. My mother greets us with a slight warm smile, she looked glowing in her black maxi skirt, right up until her mouth uttered the following words.

"Honey, we are moving. Pack your bags we are going to Boca Raton, Florida!"

  My mouth dropped, and I know Scott and Stiles's mouth did too. We stood there frozen for a little while, until I felt my face burning red. My nose flared as I ran up the marble stairs, and stomped heavily to my bedroom. I slammed my whole body onto my queen sized bed, my ears began to sting even more with confusion and anger. Why are we moving, out of the blue, no warning sign whatsoever? I thought. 

     'We should probably, you kno-' A muffled voice said.

      'Yes Stiles, go, calm her down.' I hear a feminine voice say.

[Present Day]

    Car rides have always been a peaceful, aesthetically pleasing thing for me, or also car sickness and throwing up into plastic grocery bags. The smell of the pinecones mixed with the brown and orange colored leaves makes it already feel like I'm back home. The car passes by a house of kids playing in the piles of fall leaves, I've missed Beacon Hills. We finally arrive at the place I've been urning to be, Scott Mccall's house. I'm starting to feel the jitters in my stomach as I approach Scott's doorstep, my finger rings the doorbell. I hear muffled footsteps down the stairs as I wait outside. The door latches open, my head slowly lifts up as I see a handsome, with muscles protruding out of his t-shirt, guy standing in the doorway. 

"SCOTTT WHOO IS IT, IS IT PIZZA HUT" A voice shouts obviously from the second floor of the house.

"UH NO, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SEE THIS" He yells back.

"Scott, what is it? Don't you realize I was in the middle of gutting you in mortal komb-"

I see a charming boy walk down the stairs in shock, until he falls down the last steps of the stairs. Take charming back and exchange it with clumsy.

"Scott, Stiles do I get a hug?" I finally breathe out. Stiles gets up from his fall and manages to get to the door without tripping or dying. He smiles at me with a little smirk, then slams the door, right in the face.