Although Little Mischeif wasn't born a boy, her father still insisted on naming her after Claudia's amazing father, Mieczyslaw Gajos. So, all though she was born a girl, her mother insisted on using the family nickname Stiles.
When Stiles was 4, Claudia took her daughter to get her first haircut. Most girls her age had long ago done this, but Stiles hadn't. Her mother and her both loved her waist-length hair, but Stiles decided she wanted something different and easier to deal with each morning. So her mom got her a pixie cut. Stiles enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on the back of her neck and not having to worry to much about it getting caught in something while playing outside. She was a bit of a free spirit, which led to some social issues.
Most kids her age were mean to her. She didn't know what she did to make them hate her, so she would argue with them and considered them her enemies. One day in Pre-school, she had seen them talking to a boy named Jackson and they had glanced over at her, making Stiles a little suspicious. Later on that day Jackson had walked up to her and asked if she would be his girlfriend. Stiles had immediately replied yes. She was kinda desperate to have some sort of social life, but she was still a little suspicious. During Lunch she saw the mean group of kids talking with Jackson again and Stiles had felt worried. So, when along came recess and Jackson wanted to go on the swings and she wanted to go down the slide, she decided the disagreement was reason enough to break up with him. She never really learned if he had asked her out sincerely or not, she never really gave him the chance to say.
Finally, a day had come when she had met the boy that would come to laugh at her every joke and would stick up for her when the other kids would bully her.
Meeting Scott McCall was the most significant thing that had ever happened to her.
She was playing in the sandbox wearing a yellow hard hat and scooping sand into the back of a toy truck when the little brown-eyed boy had walked up to her.
"Hey, watcha doing?" He'd asked.
She'd looked up, shocked that someone was actually talking to her in a friendly manner. She took in his appearance and haf decided that he wasn't messing with her.
"Playing with trucks. Wanna play?",she'd replied. The beam of the smile that had grown on his face had told her that they would come to be thr greatest of friends.
Sometimes friends are needed alot more than usual, especially in times of distress.
Claudia had suffered from frontotemporal dementia and had died from it when Stiles was only
8 years old. Stiles had never left her mother's side and had suffered a great deal of guilt and grief at her mother's passing. She had loved her mother with all her heart. She still does.
When stiles was 10, she was with her father when the call came in that there had a been fire at the Hale Estate. She remembers being told to wait in the car as her father handled the scene and how he had made sure that both Laura and Derek Hale were okay and being taken care of properly. She remembers getting a glance of the guilt within the older boy's eyes as he had past her father's cruiser. She also remembers getting a glimpse of a burned man with eyes of flashing gold being wheeled into an ambulance. It was horrible a night. One of the worst.
After her moms death, the intentional bullying had stopped. It was like she and Scott had become invisible. Her dad worked alot and she barely got to see him, but she did have Scott. Scott didn't mind her ADHD tendencies and always stood by her side. They were the best of friends. Sometimes friendships like their's turn into something more.
Around the age of 10 Stiles had begun puberty and Melissa had given one of the main talks a mother should give her daughter concerning her changing body. At 12, when she had finally gotten her first period, Melissa then had given The Other Talk. Though it was considerably less embarrassing than when her father had tried. All that she had really gotten out of him was "Just don't make me a grandpa too soon."
At the end of Middle School, Scott followed behind with puberty. He had gotten his first armpit hair and had cheered. Ironically, he never really grew a whole lot of body hair.
A very memberable part of all this was the horniness and curiosity that was brought with it.
Scott had practically been sporting a 7-inch boner throughtout all of freshman year. And Stiles had been just as bad. Just because she was a girl didn't mean she wasn't also horny all the time. They both practically had to masturbate at least twice daily just to survive.
One day, while studying, she couldn't take it anymore. They were both years away from getting any even forseeable action. So, Stiles made the decision to ask the question," Wanna make out?"
After realizing how ridiculous she sounded she tried to play it off as saying something else, but he'd heard her.
"Yes." He'd replied and she could practically feel her heart jump out of her chest.
"Wha- really?"
"Yeah. I mean- Why not?"
"Okay. Lets do it. Come closer."
The moment that his lips had met hers, she had almost stopped thinking. It wasn't any instant spark or something you'd see in a romantic movie. It took them a second to get a hang of it. They had after all been both completely inexperienced. That had changed, along with a few other things.
She noticed things about Scott she had never noticed before. How soft his lips were, how long his eyelashes were, how familiar he smelled. He was the perfect person for her first kiss.
After a while of making out she had felt the buldge in pants indicating just how much he was into it.
"Do you want me help you with that?" She had asked. At first there was no response, so she decided to test the waters by placing her hand over his lap and gripping him tight. He'd finally looked up into her eyes and let out a heavenly moan. "God yes." He'd replied.
For months they'd gotten each other off and things had gone a lot further than handjobs. But it all stopped when Allison came.
Around the time of the Argents arrival, everything had begun to change drastically.
