Stydia One Shots

Lost Boy (part one)

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
(Lost Boy by Ruth B)

His feet hit the ground, dust puffing up from its wake. The only light given as Stiles whirled through the willow trees was the faint gleam of moonlight, shining across the Idaho country side. He never thought he had end up here, across the country from where he was born, where he grew up, where his mother said her last words.

'Find your own Peter Pan.' She had said. They always read the story together, it was Stiles' favorite. It always gave him hope that maybe one day he would escape somewhere and live free and wild, finding a new adventure every day. But he had never thought it would come to this. Running from town to town was not what he planned.

Stiles was a lost boy.

Eventually, he came to a small farm house in the outskirts of the tiny town he was running through. It was little, with white sliding and auburn  shutters. It looked like the picture perfect country home. Behind it, Stiles saw a little red barn, a perfect place to sleep that night before swiping some money, collecting food, and moving along.

He went around the backside of the house, trekking through the trees before using the back sliding door of the barn. Inside, it smelled musty and used, and shags of hay were scattered throughout. There was a horse stall with a hitching post, and inside was a beautiful mare with a painted coat and dark brown hair. It was sound asleep, so the animal didn't worry stiles much.

He walked further in, looking about the space. In one corner, there was an empty burlap sack and a bucket of water. 'Perfect,' Stiles thought. 'A pillow and some water, that'll do the trick.'

It had to be midnight by then, the moon was at its certain place in the sky and the streets seemed deserted. No one would find him here.

Stiles walked to the corner, gathered some hay to make some sort of sleeping mat, and stuffed the burlap sack with the same. Only when he finally lay down and let his rambling thoughts to rest did stiles finally realize how truly  tired he was. It had been a long day, he had to jump a freight train and ride all the way to this town, then run until he found a temporary home. If he could even call it that, nothing really felt like home since he left 5 years ago.

Stiles eyes felt as if his eyes were weighed down by marbles, so he took the sign that it was time to sleep. His eyes began to flitter shut after a long time of running.

Something caught stiles eye. It was a dark shadow, dancing across the dirt floor. His eyes darted open, jostling him upright. In front of him was a girl, maybe the same age as him. He could barley see her in the dark light, but could make out that she was wearing riding boots and jeans. Although, couldn't see her features since her attention was turned to the horse. She was stroking its nose, telling it would be alright. He tried to readjust his hand and in the process, much to Stiles' luck, managed to knock over the water bucket.

Her head snapped towards him, a wave of auburn curls swaying with her motions. The first thing he saw about her features was those gorgeous eyes, matching the color of the trees outside. The moonlight gleaming from the window seemed to illuminate them even more, as if they were glowing. She was beautiful, with doe like features and a childlike curiosity.

"Uh, hi." Stiles cleared his throat.

"Hi. May I ask what you are doing in my barn?" She asked and tilted her head, one hand still on the horse.

"I-I uh, I needed a place to stay for the night." In all of stiles on the run life, he had only been caught twice. Over the years, he had become very sneaky, sneaky enough that he wasn't well trained with covering for being caught. The girl just shrugged it off and went back to tending to her horse.