INFINITE || A Teen Wolf & Ariana Grande Fanfiction

|☾chapter one: miss me not?☽|

Ariana's POV

   The door finally reopened after I heard Scott & Stiles discussing fairly loudly about whether I 'was me' or if I am an 'alien coming to abduct them from the household'. Stiles yanked my arm and hugged me tightly around his arms.

  "Uh, Stiles. Bud, did you start wearing cologne" I sniffed. "No, what, wh- maybe." I missed these boys my whole life. "Scott, you there Mccall?" I chuckled. Scott was dazed, I am pretty sure he wasn't even there. Scott snapped out of his hypnotic state, and jumps on my back. He most likely forgot I was the average weight of a twelve year old. My knees begin to  grow weak and we ended up on the floor. On a pile, Stiles decides to lay on top of Scott, crushing my back. After moments in a pancake pile, I am brought into a big three way hug.

  We go into Scott's kitchen and grabs some refreshments. I was parched, obviously Scott always had the house stocked up with food because Melissa went shopping every week, so I couldn't resist. We sat down in the living room, the couch had still been the same pattern it had been a couple of years ago. I got myself comfortable and watched as  Stiles and Scott began to give each other eye exchange. They have been all jittery since the moment I got here. I hope they do not think I'm oblivious to the fact they are acting strange, well stranger then usual. I continue to ask how school has been and reveal to them I have moved back into town and will be attending their school. Scott had this priceless look on his face as if someone had just shot him in the back. Meanwhile, Stiles is the goofiest guy I know but his only response was this half smirk, half smile, it was very awkward needless to say. I feel something wrong and continue studying their motion and actions. This is going to be fun.

Stiles's POV

 My hand reaches for the bowl filled with candy corn and popcorn, we tried to keep it festive with fall treats. I stare back up at the tv screen to see Scott trying to cut off my head on Mortal Kombat while I was stuffing my mouth with food. My fingers quickly presses the buttons on the controller, remember that I recently found a hack online to instantly kill your opponent, so I decided to use that on Scott. 

     "Hah, that shows you that you cannot beat the master, the champion. Hey little wolf boy, just because you shred on the couch a lot in real life and think you're all strong when the moon comes out, doesn't mean your little wolf claws can beat me while I'm eating." I teased at him.

DING DONG

 "I got it, probably the pizza delivery guy, and hey, watch your mouth because I'm about to beat you next round." He smirked. I hear the door creak open and indistinct talking downstairs, but then there was a moment of complete silence, all you could hear is the door creaking a bit from someone leaning against it and the cold air brushing against the house. 

    "Scott? Who's at the door?" I nervously shout, hearing my voice echo through the halls. We have a history of supernatural villains appearing at our doorstep, so.

    "Uh, I think you want to see this!" Scott loudly replies.

  "Oh no," I mutter under my breath "Are you serious, I was in the middle of killing you in Mortal Kombat man!" I interjected as I walk out of the room into the hall, seeing the face of a familiar girl. Her hair had rested over her shoulder, with a slight light brown and nutmeg tone colored hair. She brushed her hair away from her face, and tucked it behind her ear. This girl's head lifts up as she warmly greets me with a smile, her face gives off a glow, iridescent vibe as her nose crinkles a little from her smile. I was probably mesmerized, that I rendered speechless. I began to walk down the stairs, until, I literally fell head over heels at the final steps. My head finally propped up from the ground, and I walked towards the doorway.

     "Scott, Stiles?" She finally puffs out. I reply back with the only thing that pops up in my brain, I give her a small smile, as followed by slamming the door.

  I can't believe Ariana was standing right there, in doorway, and why did I just slam the door in her face? Is this like a dream that I need to snap out of? I pinch myself slightly, nope not a dream, here we go. We were like twelve when we all got the new from her mother, that she was suddenly moving to some town in Florida, Scott and I planned to kidnap her and we'd run away to Neverland or something. She had look so different now, her hair, her skin, she looks stunning. It was a bit abnormal to see Ariana without her black, curly locks and her little dark stage, she looks now so sophisticated and classy. Also, it was weird to see her with makeup and something besides this superman shirt Scott and I got her for Christmas.

   "Scott, is that who I think it is?" I question, fast. Scott knods in reply.

     "Why, wh-, why did you slam the door in her face, dude?" He stutters at me, in disbelief. I look at him, with the most idiotic look I've ever given. "I don't know, maybe arm reflexes. No, dumbass, maybe because she could be some type of alien sent here to I don't know, abduct you and try to suck up your soul?" I hissed. "Yes, because Ariana Grande Butera is somehow an alien, and I'm the dumbass?" Scott mocked, "Just open the door for her." I hesitantly grab the doorknob, and open the door for Ariana. She looks blankly at me as if she were ready to smack me across the face, but before she could even react, I pull her into my arms for a hug. As I rest my chin on her shoulders, Scott can't risk telling her, I love her and all but what if the secret kills us all. 

Scott's POV

  Of course it had to be Ariana at the door. Out of all people, of course Ariana, back in the town of the supernatural. Just more and more complications piling on top of each other, ain't it? Her warm smile makes the whole room a bit brighter, she's been a little sister to me for as long as I've known her. After the whole fiasco of Stiles falling down the stairs, then slamming the door in her face, and now in a doggy pile. Just like how it has always been.

  Once I figured that Ariana's about the size of a toddler, & the weight of two seventeen year olds on top of her, would basically be the end of her, we all got up. I let Ariana make herself comfortable, and let her grab whatever food or drink she wanted, my mom has always kept the fridge and pantry stored up with snacks. We made our way into the living room, the floorboards kept creaking, probably because of when Kate decided to pop in for a  'visit'. Ariana then asks, "What have you guys been up to?" to which Stiles and I say

     "Karate"

     "Cooking"

 Stiles and I look at each for a second,

  "Cooking"

 "Karate"

  Ariana begins to chuckle as she knows that Stiles cannot fight to save his life, and I cannot cook without burning down the house. Stiles and I also have accomplish the eye language, basically communicating with our eyes. She knows we are lying. Just go with it. We both look over to Ariana whos completely and utterly confused with us. "Why are we talking about Stiles and I while we should be talk about you," I awkwardly laughed out. "You think we didn't notice you sang for Broadway!" Ariana begins to blush a bit, while shyly smiling. "I mean, I didn't have a big role, so I didn't really think you guys would notice" She says. "Ari, girl, you have been singing and performing since we have met, we already knew you would end up on broadway at some point," Stiles remarks. "Wait why did you decide to come back to Beacon Hills out of all places, when you career is setting off?" She takes a moment to reply, "Well, I've been bee-, I've been really home sick for the years I was in Florida, and I couldn't find friends anywhere near how all of us were together. So I convinced my mom to let me finish high school here, with you guys." Little did she know Beacon Hills is the last place she wants to be at honestly.