The Ones Who Fixed Each Other (Stiles Stilinski AU)

Chapter 1

I remember the night my mom told me we were moving again.

My mom, being a big believer in fresh starts, was always up to surround herself in a new environment where she could start over. So that's exactly what we do. Who knew this time would be any different.

We had just finished dinner and I was washing the dishes, while she was still seated at the table. Warm water soaked my hands as I scrubbed left over pasta sauce from our plates. As I continued scrubbing the dishes, Mom spoke up from her seat at the dinner table.

"Honey, it's going to be great," The optimism rising in her voice and amazement filling her eyes. "I've got us a great house, and I got my foot in a nice hospital, things are really gonna be different."

"Mmm-hmm," I answer still focused on the dishes, as my mind swirled with a million thoughts. I avoid her eye contact.

"C'mon sweetie," she says pleading with her eyes, as she comes to stand beside me at the sink. She takes the yellow sponge from my hand.

" I need your opinion on this too, I don't want you to feel pressured or uneasy. With everything that's happened here, I feel like it's best we move on. I just want what's best for us."

" I know Mom, I'm really up for it, I really am." I assure her, giving my best reassuring smile.

I could never tell her what I really think. Mom, you can't move. I'm a mess, your a mess. You make everything difficult for me by making me leave. Not to mention Dad is no help either. He just left us here. Abandoned me. Broke your heart and left. How could someone break a human heart and feel no shame? Yet no matter what you always try and fix things when you just can't. You can't fix things that are already broken. See I could never say that to her.

After all the no's and disappointments we've had, we deserve nothing but good things and I'm gonna make sure of it. Besides she's so positive when it come to things like this, who am I to bring her down?

"Okay sweetheart," she gives my shoulders a squeeze along with a kiss atop my head before heading upstairs. "Have everything ready by tomorrow and we'll set off first thing in the morning, night pumpkin," she says as she heads up the stairs.

"Can't wait," I mutter under my breath. The anxiety begins to bubble in my stomach as I think about what's to come. Could things really be different this time?