Eventually [s.s.+l.m.]

Prologue

STILES' POV

The sun's rays were filtering through the window and woke me with their warmth, not putting me in a good mood.
It was Sunday and I didn't have to go to school. Better than that?
I got up reluctantly, and went to the bathroom.
I saw my reflection in the mirror. The usual chocolate-colored hair, tired eyes, the lost look.
I went down fot breakfast, when I heard the laughter of my sister Allison coming from the living room.
I hated her but I couldn't not hear what she was saying.
"I'm really glad you're moving here, in my city!" She was talking on the phone.
I heard a boy's voice answer and a laugh.
"I can't wait to see you, I miss you so much." she said wistfully.
"Okay, see you tonight, oh, a thing... I love you." She closed the call.
"Caught you!" I sat on the couch next to her.
"Oh, please, tell me you haven't heard everything." She seemed hopeless.
"Not everything, but what I needed to make me understand that my little sister.. has a boyfriend!" I teased her.
She raised her eyes at the sky. Typical.
"What's his name? How old is he? Where did you meet? Why you said 'tonight'?" I was doing the fourth grade, I knew that she disliked that.
"Scott. I'm currently not available for other questions." Irritating.
"Mh, what an interesting name." I said sarcastically as I took a glass and poured the milk in it.
"However, tonight he will move here in Beacon Hills, I think because of his parents, of the work, you know... He comes with her best friend, a certain Lydia." She replied nonchalantly.
"And of course I'll come to welcome him." She showed off one of her best smiles.
"Have fun." I grumbled drinking.
"You know, I wanted to ask, if, perhaps, would you come with me!" She looked like a hyperactive puppy.
"Oh, come on, where's the catch?"
"No trap. But, tomorrow there's school, and they're new, you might help them to settle in!" I knew it.
"Can't wait." I raised my eyes at the sky, imitating her.
"Thanks bro, see you later!" She ran to her room.
I thought back to that name, 'Lydia.' Maybe a girl would do me good.
Since our mother died, I did only and always the usual routine.
I had lost interest in everything. She was the one who urged me, pushing me to do new things, that believed in me.
I had many girlfriends, I had many friends, but no one was ever important. The only ones I had were Isaac, Malia and Kira. We were few but we were good together.
Without realizing it, with music in the ears, deep in thoughts, the sunset came, and my sister already broke the balls.
"Move your ass!" Shey yelled from her room.
I didn't answer and I dressed very casual. Pants, a black and white t-shirt, a black shirt on, and my lovely converse.
I opened the front door and Allison followed me, I greeted my father and I walked toward the Jeep.
In a few minutes we arrived at the airport. It was full of people running, crying, laughing, consulting the departures and arrivals.
I walked to the arrivals, and I noticed a couple of guys of my age. He was tall, dark hair, very sure of himself, she had strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, tall 5'3, fair-skinned and very pretty.
They were dragging heavy suitcases and i didn't think twice about taking them.
"Thank you." replied timidly the strawberry blonde girl, smiling. I returned the smile.
Allison and Scott seemed to have seen the Virgin Mary, and immediately they hugged so hard to break their ribs. Then they looked at each other, and realized what had just happened.
"They're so cute, Scott is always talking about her." She said. At first glance she seemed the usual girl who played with the feelings of the boys, but I must admit she was fascinating.
"Yeah, Allison today didn't stop smiling for the emotion!" I replied for not to seem rude, but I would also not answer.
Allison made me sign that we needed to go, but not before have eaten.
"What do you guys want to eat?" I suggested gently.
"Mexican!" Said Lydia, of course.
"Dude, I love mexican." Scott seemed literally dying of hunger, and this provoked laughter in me.
"Then we go to the Mexican!" I playfully ran with the bags, while the other followed me panting.
"Stiles Stilinski, I've known you for several minutes and I can say that you're literally-" said Scott "a jerk." Lydia completed. I ignored her.
"It's one of my best talents." I made several bows and everyone laughed.
Maybe I had found someone.