Phönix || stiles stilinski

0.1 || Meeting Flannel Boy

Beacon Hills, CA: Small Apartment

(3rd person P.O.V)

Skylar was alone that night in the two-room apartment that she shared with her mother. In the small living room big enough to fit the couch, a coffee table, one chair and a t.v., she laid in an awkward position on the couch balancing a bowl of popcorn on her abdomen while she watched the latest episode of The Flash. She yawned and set the empty bowl on the coffee table and let her focus settle in the kitchen to the right of the room, 10:56, her mother was usually home at this time.

She picked up her cellphone and shot her one last quick text before turning the t.v. off, throwing the bowl in the sink, and heading to her room. She turned on her music and started playing Madness by Muse on her iPhone 5s with its overly floral case. The case is the only thing protecting the screen from Sky's constant clumsiness and tendency to drop the thing. 

She turned on the light and changed into her most comfortable pair of pajamas then went to the bathroom. She threw her hair up into a messy ponytail, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and took her medicine. She checked her phone to see if her mom had texted her back, she hadn't and she was beginning to get anxious. She opened her contacts to see Mr. Stilinski's contact, her mom made her have it in case of emergency and strongly debated calling it.

She stood there staring at his name on her phone for 10 minutes going back in forth in her head debating whether or not to call the man at this time of night. He was the sheriff after all, but she would feel terrible if she woke him up in the middle of the night just because her mom hadn't come home yet. She made her decision and turned off the screen, she went back to her room and changed into sweatpants and threw on a hoodie with the word Millard Sizzle Softball across the front and a large 27 on the back. She then grabbed her car keys and made her way outside to her car.

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Sheriff's Station

She finally arrived at the station and scanned the parking lot for a familiar vehicle, her mother's personal car was sitting there but not her squad car. She decided to go inside to see if she could figure out her whereabouts. The station was pretty barren, which in all honesty made a lot of sense since it was 11:39 at night now but even so there was only one person she recognized, Mr. Stilinski himself. He was talking to a boy that was wearing a red flannel with khakis, he seemed to be talking about something very important because he was waving his hands around like one of those inflatable people Sky used to see in car lots and by car washes all around Omaha.

She faintly remembers hearing the boy's name once or twice in Mr. Harris' class but even though she had been at the school for three months, she never bothered to get to know anyone. She spent her time getting through classwork then texted her friend Teresa from home as much as possible. The one thing she did know was the boy was Mr. Stilinski's son, and he was often here with an olive-skinned boy she didn't bother to remember the name of.

Mr. Stilinski, clearly annoyed by his son's antics, scanned around the room for an excuse to get out of the conversation. That's when his eyes caught the top of his deputy's fidgety daughters head. She was looking at her phone in her hand trying to seem busy, but the man knew she wouldn't be here at this time if she didn't need to be. So without saying a word to his rambling son, he walked over to her. Stiles shocked his dad would leave while he was mid-sentence looked to see a girl he'd seen only once or twice, he frowned wondering why she was here.

"Skylar, what are you doing here so late, are you doing okay?" he asked concerned for the younger girl's well being

She timidly shook her head, "I'm worried, my mom hasn't been answering my texts all day and I have no idea where she is, it is so unlike her!" she showed the sheriff the screen full of unread texts that were addressed to his newest deputy. He looked from the screen to the distressed girl on the verge of tears and searched his mind trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing that day. In that moment he realized the ties between the one-sided conversation his spastic son was having with him moments earlier and the awkward disappearance of Jill Johnson.