Stiles sat alone in the music room, staring at the piano keys, longing to play but something was holding him back and Stiles knew it was his mother. Every time Stiles sees a piano, it reminded him of his mom and he hated it but he held on to his talent and music because it's all he had left of his mother and the memories they shared together. He stared at the music sheet and sighed,
At this rate, I'll never forgive myself of what happened with mom, Stiles thought.
Just then, Allison walked in, holding her school bag.
"There you are, I knew I would find you here," Allison said as she sat next to him.
"Hey Allison," Stiles replied, looking at her, "Where's Scott?"
"Volleyball practice," Allison answered.
"You're not gonna watch?" Stiles asked, "I thought you liked watching Scott spike the ball and such."
"Well I was actually in the art classroom working on a portrait and since practice is almost over, I decided to come here instead," Allison explained, staring at the ceiling.
"Ah okay, makes sense," Stiles replied.
Allison nodded and smiled slightly, "Yup."
After a moment of silence, Allison cleared her throat, "Listen um there's someone I want you to meet so meet me at the park tomorrow okay?"
Stiles sighed, "Is Scott coming?"
Allison nodded, "Of course, so will you come?"
"Well if Scott's coming then I'm coming," Stiles replied.
"Yay!" Allison looked at her watch, "Looks like Scott's practice is over, let's go."
Both of them stood up and left the lonely music room.
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Fanfiction"Why are you doing this for me?" Stiles asked looking at Lydia, "I don't get it." Lydia turned and looked at him, "Because I believe in you Stiles Stilinski, I really do." Stiles Stilinski, a pianist and prodigy, has stopped playing the piano...
