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nine ; beacon hills

[ nine ; beacon hills ]

" and she kept walking through hell, because it'd be one hell of a story "

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We backed away from the healing shirtless man, Scott soon spoke up to our rescue, "Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything -"

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?"

I looked him dead in the eye, "Um, yes we actually do."

"They're a lot freaking nicer than you are," Scott shrieked.

Derek's head moved up, "I can show you exactly how nice they are."

Scott and Derek had gone to find something to prove the Argent's weren't to be trusted. Leaving me alone yet again with Stiles. I didn't mind being left with him, he was the first person I met in Beacon Hills besides the McCall family. What I did not like was the way I felt around him, my stomach did somersaults, I always seemed to stare at him a few seconds too long, and when I'd get severely nervous, my hand would shake. I was completely out of control of my body and mind, something I dealt with too often.

The jeep stopped in front of the McCall household, screeching to a stop. "Is Melissa home tonight?"

I shook my head, sighing loudly, "No. I think she might be working.. again. But it's alright I've got a key-"

"Do you want me to come inside while we wait for your brother?" Stiles suggested.

I was reluctant but felt the need to say yes, "If you want to no one's stopping you." I wasn't completely pathetic, maybe clumsy, but I would rather spend more time with someone else besides being alone.

Stiles gave a side grin, one that he seemed to give quite often. We entered the house to find the heater wasn't working, making my hopes of a warm welcome disappear.

As we neared the stairs leading to the second floor, Stiles's tugged me on the arm from behind, "Do you mind if I just finish my question to you from earlier?"

I agreed, disturbed at what he might or might not say. We placed our bums on the wooden step of the stairs, hips side to side, knees bumping into one another's.

"Earlier, I just wanted to tell you that Scott told me about your past once you came to Beacon Hills. And I'm really sorry, I was curious as always. From what I was told, you were sent away when you were eleven by your parents because of your severe nightmares and failure to respond to basic treatment," he paused, waiting for me to verify the information. My eyes shot from my hands to his eyes and back down to verify.

I didn't appreciate being seen as a sob story, it was sadly something I was always affiliated with. To my advantage or not, it was a part of me I would die with on my grave.

"But he told me something and please, don't get mad at him for telling me this but, he said you came home and everything was going great. Until your parents kicked you out and moved to a small town in Europe. You had apparently said you had a hard time trusting people since then.

I just want you to know that I would never, in a hundred, a thousand years hurt you like many people have. I know coming from me, a guy you just met less than a month ago, it's not that easy to trust my words, but understand I would be insane to do that. I saw this morning you were sad, and Alaska, I hate seeing you unhappy like that. I like seeing that beautiful, beautiful smile on your face. I want to know you. Everything about you. The mistakes, flaws, imperfections. I want to learn who you are. If you'll give me the chance to do that more often."