stilinski's sister

one.

the plane ride was horrid. a mixture between the smell of rotten eggs and screaming toddlers behind me. not to mention them occasionally, and by occasionally I mean every two to three minutes, kicking the back of my seat giving me whiplash.

" please put your seats back to their upright position, as we prepare for the descent into Beacon Hills. , the flight attendant said over the intercom.

I fixed my seat and put one of my earbuds back in, blasting Sia, Elastic Heart. the whole ride seemed as if it was a horrid blur but finally it was over.

to be honest, I wonder what my family will think of me. I ditched my black rimmed glasses, no more braces, and my once always wavy brunette hair was now straight and was more a dirty blonde instead.

i am so ready to see dad, I've missed him so much. same with stiles, kinda. me and stiles don't talk as much as we used to since I left. but, it's whatever.

the plane landed and I followed the crowd of people to the luggage pick up. I grabbed my two pastel flowered suitcases as my bun rested messily on the top of my head. I turn and made my way towards where my dad said he would be. I couldn't have been standing for more than two minutes when I heard a voice that seemed irregular now but wasn't when I was little.

" I'm looking for a Rosalina Grace Stilinski. she's like short and completely crazy and isn't near as good looking as me. her brother. "

I turned a big pearly smile on my face.

" stiles! ", I exclaimed happily as I ran towards him.

he hugged me and I did the same even though he was taller than me. it was a short hug, but me and stiles weren't really the all " affectionate " siblings I guess.

I heard someone clear there throat and looked behind stiles to see dad. he had a few white hairs and was wearing his beige uniform with his sheriff star.

" daddy. ", I said smiling and embraced him. I felt his arms wrap around me as he pulled away and smiles. little wrinkles formed by his eyes and he looked tired.

" I missed you guys so much. ", I said and smiled.

" well I certainly didn't miss you, now I have to share a bathroom again. ", stiles said sarcasm laced in every word. playfully, I rolled my eyes.

" cmon sweetheart, let's get you home. ", dad said as he took my suitcases and me and stiles followed.

it was a quick ride home, we swapped stories of what has been happening but I felt as if they where leaving something out. every time I asked a question that had something to with like a specific day or even how has school been doing they'd glance at each other from the courner of their eye than speak. both of them where lying, obviously.

I unpacked my clothes and brushed my hair. just getting everything situated when I heard what sounded like someone hit the ground. I got quiet. stiles room was next door and I put my ear to the wall. all I heard was muffled voices, tired of hopelessly trying to understand the conversation I walked out of my room and to stiles. his door was shut. before I left for New Jersey it was always open. everyone was always open. no secrets. but thingschange, I guess.

I knocked twice before opening the door. his room was a mess. skattered papers, highlighters, broken pencils and such all over the floor. I raised my gaze to him. stiles had his arms crossed over his chest as he raised his eyebrows at me.