Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Don't Forget Me (Part One)

An: I'm sorry guys... I had the idea, i'm so cruel. It was going to be sadder but I stopped myself

Your gaze wondered out of the car and to the woods, the trees becoming a blur, distracting you from the others in the car. Your mother frowned as you perked up while the car rushed past the abandoned light blue Jeep.

It had been at the edge of the woods since Lydia was younger, the trees and vines nearly claimed it, but you saw it every time. You'd demand to pull over and have a look at it on the way home but your Mom was always too busy helping Malia or Scott to stop.

"Hey, behave... no talking back to Liam, he's your coach at school not your uncle." Lydia warned as she kissed your head and let you climb out of the car.

"Yeah, yeah." You sighed.

"I mean it, you get one more detention this term and you won't be visiting Isaac and Chris." She shook a finger at you and watched as Kira pulled up, no doubting giving your best friend the same talk.

"Come on!" You whispered as the bell for lunch rang.

"(Y/N) where are you going?" When you turned to face her you found your friend giving you a confused look.

"We never get to look at that Jeep, I just want to see what's up with it, I mean... what if it works." You blabbered and she sighed, giving in and following you.

The pair of you hadn't planned on going to your gym class so you didn't bother hurrying, pausing on a bench to eat lunch before continuing the walk to the Jeep. It didn't take long for the two of you to uncover enough of the Jeep to get the door open.

"The keys are still in the ignition." Your friend hummed.

"Hey look... it's a baseball bat." You frowned and put it back, climbing into the back of the car to look at what else was there.

"Is that a Beacon Hills Lacrosse shirt?" She asked and you looked to where a pile of rumple kit was dumped.

"Yeah and there's a note book... Property of Lydia Martin... it's my Mom's." You carefully opened the book and flipped through.

The pack filled the pages, doodles of people you knew well, there was even a drawing of Allison, who you'd seen lots of pictures off. But halfway through you found a face you'd never seen before.

"Stiles Stilinski... that's a stupid name." You giggled.

"Isn't that the old Sherriff's name?" your friend chirped up and lent over the front seats to have a look. "Maybe Parrish will know who he is."

"I think we should ask Mom first." You said and stowed the book in your back pack.

"I'm sorry!" You yelled for the fifth time in a row.

"(Y/N) you have to focus and pass all your classes." Lydia sighed as she paced in front of you.

"I'm trying but it's not as easy as you make it seem." You grumbled and pulled your homework out of your bag, knocking the note book onto the table.

"Where'd you find that?" Lydia snapped and you grabbed at it before she could.

"Who's Stiles?" You asked quickly and she frowned, shaking her head. "Stiles Stilinski?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, will you please just tell me where you went?" She asked, calmer now and clearly worried.

"We went to the old Jeep and your note book was there, see this guy apparently his name is Stiles and you clearly knew him seeing as this is your book." You rambled and she gently took the book in her hands.

"I was a girl (Y/N), I probably just made him up." She gave you a sad smile and set the book down, the boy now forgotten as she hurried to fix dinner.

"How does an imaginary boy own a car and a lacrosse kit?" You hummed to yourself and decided to try and find out who he was.