Something To Think About. (Teen Wolf)

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"I want you to know that my son, Stiles, doesn't know anything about where you are coming from. I just told him that your parents died in an accident and you needed to relocate." I turned my head towards the window. I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes. I quickly composed myself though and turned back.

"Thanks." I flashed a small smile to the Sheriff. We were probably fifteen minutes away from the station and I could almost feel the constant pressure that that town put on me lifting.

"And I should probably warn you, Stiles and his best friend Scott, they tend to get into... trouble so I understand if you wouldn't want to hang out with them." I could tell that he probably had to cover for his son quite often.

"Well, I'm used to trouble so I'm sure it won't be a problem." After that, the Sheriff left me mostly to myself.

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I woke up from a nap as we pulled into the driveway of a house. A boy that looked about my age walked out of the front door. I hopped out of the car as Sheriff Stilinski got my stuff. The boy, who I assumed was the famous Stiles, stood awkwardly about 10 feet away from me. We kind of just stared at each other until his dad broke the ice.

"Um, Ryder, this is Stiles." He was a lot more attractive than I expected. But I honestly didn't know what to expect from a boy named Stiles.

I could feel Stiles looking at the cut on my forehead though I acted as though I didn't notice. Stiles closed the gap between us and shook my hand.

"Hey." Everything about him was awkward, almost like he had never been that close to a girl. I couldn't see why. Like I said, he was very attractive.

"Stiles why don't you show Ryder her room?"

"Okay." Stiles said.

The inside of the house was very neutral. There was nothing too extravagant about it and I liked that. I followed Stiles to a hall of rooms and I couldn't help but look inside one of the rooms. The door was open, showing different colored walls that had various art scattered on them and a very messy floor. There was a bed in the far left corner of the room and a littered desk against the right side wall. I could only assume that the bedroom belonged to the boy walking in front of me.

Finally, we stopped in front of a room that had bland walls and a simple bed in the same position that Stiles' bed was in. And, what do you know, a desk on the right side wall.

"Make yourself at home. There's a conjoining bathroom in between our rooms, just make sure you lock the door. It might take me awhile to get used to sharing." Stiles scratched his head. Yes, awkwardly.

"Thanks."

"I'll be right next door if you need anything."

And with that, he left me alone.

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That night, dinner was very, very awkward. It was mostly Sheriff Stilinski talking, trying to spark a conversation between the only teenagers at the table.

"Ryder, I heard you were on the lacrosse team at your old school. Ya know, Stiles is on the lacrosse team here." The sheriff looked back and forth between me and Stiles, both of us refusing to look at each other out of social insecurity.

"I haven't played in forever. I was on the team in middle school so..." I suddenly found an interest in the food in front of me.

"I sit on the bench most of the time anyway, Dad. I'm only technically on the team." The room plunged back into silence. The awkwardness practically stared in our faces.