Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Part 1

Your POV:
"Y/N! The bus is gonna be here soon!" Your mom shouts up to you. "I'll be down soon" you shout back, reapplying your lipstick and some clear gloss. You pick up your bag and head downstairs. You pick a slice of toast off the counter and take a bite. "You nervous sweetie?" your mom asks, buttering a new slice of toast. "Nervous? Why would I be nervous?" You ask, taking another bite. "Well because it's your first day and everyone's already got their friends so you'll be on your own if you don't make any friends" your mom smiles and takes a sip of her coffee. You drop your toast on the plate and look at her, wide eyed. "Well now I'm nervous" you say. "I gotta go, thanks for the vote of confidence mom" you say, heading towards the door. "Byeeee! Make good choices" she shouts. You close the door and head down the path and down the road towards the bus stop. Once there you notice a girl with red hair, no strawberry blonde hair, come over and stand next to you. You smile and so does she. You stand there fumbling with your sleeve of your jacket for the next few minutes. "You new?" She asks, surprisingly forward. "Is it that obvious?" You reply, she lets a small chuckle escape her throat. "I'm Lydia, I live in the house with the bright pink flower pot" she says, pointing to indeed a bright pink flower pot. "Hi, I'm Y/N and oh I live next door" "ah so you're the new neighbour" she says. "I guess so" she says. "Am I right in thinking you're from England"
She asks. You nod. "Well obviously I mean your accent is so cool" she adds. "Thanks I guess" you say. A bright yellow bus turns the corner about 20 houses down and heads in your direction. "The bus is abit crazy in the morning but stick with me and it'll be a breeze" Lydia says, throwing a smile your way. "Thanks" you reply. The door opens and you both get on. You follow Lydia up the steps and along the narrow corridor before sitting next to her about 3 seats from the back.
Stiles' POV:
"So my chains worked" I asked Scott. "Yeah, I couldn't get out and unleash my blood thirsty self on the little hole that is Beacon Hills" Scott replies with dramatic emphasis. I look forward and see Lydia get on the bus, but not alone. A girl was behind her, with Y/H/C hair and bright Y/E/C eyes. She was breath taking. She makes her way towards me and Scott, Lydia giving us a little wave as she sits 3 seats infront of us. "Woah... Who was that?" I ask, not dealing Scott was hypnotised much like I was. I break my creepy gaze and realise most of the male population of the bus was doing the exact same. I squeeze past Scott and head down towards Lydia and the new girl.
Your POV:
"what do you think of it her-" Lydia asks, being cut off by a brown haired boy stumbling next to us as the bus starts again. "You okay there Bambi" you ask. The boys eyes shift to you and smile. "Huh yeah" he says, crouching down to kneel next to you. "You wanna introduce our friend" the boy asks Lydia. "I'm sure she can introduce herself Stiles, why don't you ask her" Lydia says. "Uh-um I'm Stiles what's your name" Stiles asks. "I'm Y/N, I just moved here" you say. A chorus of heads swivel infront of you. "You're British" one of them exclaims. "Really? I'd never have guessed" you reply, sending the heads facing the front again. Stiles smiles at you and you smile back. "So you've met Lydia" Stiles says, "well that's Scott" he says, pointing at another brunette at the back who waves feebly. You wave too and smile. The bus stops and it empties. You and Lydia wait by the bus for Stiles and Scott. "What's your first lesson" Scott asks. "Uh History" you say, looking back at your timetable you'd been posted. Stiles inspects it. "You're with me" a sort of happiness rings throughout his voice. "Atleast I'll know someone" you say, he laughs. The bell goes. "Well I'll love you and leave you with this goon here, see you at lunch?" Lydia asks, smiling sweetly as she does. "Uh yeah if I can find it" you reply. "You'll find it, it looks like Stiles isn't gonna let you out of his sight" Scott jokes. Stiles sends him a look of death and you chuckle. These people were funny. You liked funny. Stiles was goofy. And you loved goofy.