Heyyy! This book about the beautiful and talented Dylan O'Brien and his characters. This is new to me so if they suck please don't kill me XD.
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I woke up late this morning, dreading the school hours to come. My school life is awful, walking to school everyday, the bullying sometimes it's all to much for me. Sometimes I just feel like giving up but there is one person that stops me from doing that.
Stiles Stilinski
He is the most kind-hearted person I have ever met in my life. We talk. Sometimes. He knows what to do when I'm upset. When people have knocked me over in the hallways he would always be there to comfort me.
I may or may not have a tiny little crush on him.
Enough about my 3rd grade crush on Stilinski though, I got to head to school.
~~At school~~
"Settle down everyone" the teacher sounds just as unhappy as the rest of us.
ugh. Why is school a thing?
I got out my sketchpad from my bag and I flicked through all of the drawings and sketches of Stiles. Each and every one looking better the last. I enjoyed drawing, it's actually a good distraction to all the supernatural stuff and the bullying.
and yes I know about Scott and his whole werewolf thing and Lydia with her banshee situation. I've known for years. I would have helped them out with it but it wasn't my place to get involved. They think they're being discreet about it, I swear is it just me or is it really obvious?
This bitch Amy keeps staring at me, she is that one bitch that will not leave me the fuck alone. It's horrible. I ask to go to the bathroom to stop her from staring at me. I grab my bag and I go with tears in my eyes.
~~After class~~
Where the hell is my sketch book?! That thing is my life, I need that to keep me stable if I don't have that I have no pur...
Holy shit.
My sketches.
They're everywhere. All over the walls, on lockers all over the place.
The Stiles sketches are on his locker.
Where he can see them.
I have to go.
Right now.
Stiles POV
Oh my god.
These sketches are amazing but why are they all of me
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(i didn't draw these all credits go to the original artists:)
They say Y/N Y/L/N on the bottoms of the pages.
Y/N drew these? She is nowhere to be seen. Amy has her sketch book. I need to get it and bring it back to her.
I walk up to Amy and grab it out of her hands and say to her
"What the hell gives you the right to do this to her?"
She responds with "She's a loser, lonely and irritating." and she tries to get the book out of my hands.
"That's not a reason to humiliate her, she's never done anything to you." I say, roll my eyes and run to my jeep to get to her house.
3rd person view
Stiles drove to Y/N's with her sketchbook. He ran to her front door knocked and waited for her to answer but it never came. But he remembered that when he went over to Y/N's when he was a kid and the door was locked, they kept a key hidden in the outdoor light. He grabbed it and unlocked the door.
"Y/N?" he yelled.
"What is it? I'm guessing that you've already seen the drawings?"
"Yeah actually, they are so good Y/N" he says as here climbs up the stairs to her room. He gets there and opens the door and says. "Care to explain why there is so many of me though?" he asks with a smirk.
Your hesitant at first but then you decide it's now or never.
"Because I love you Stiles. I love seeing you everyday, you're so sweet, so kind, so much of a Stiles and I love the fact that the reason why I'm still here, is because I know you will always be there for me and I know that nothing will change that."
Stiles stood there in awe of Y/N.
"I love you too Y/N"
He ran towards her and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss felt right, like two puzzles pieces fitting together. It was a perfect fit. She pulled away.
"Before you get all panic-y and freak out before telling me anything. I know about the werewolfs and the Banshees and all the supernatural shit."
"How?"
"It's really obvious to me, I don't get how you guys don't understand how obvious your being." She giggled."And plus I have some experience in the whole werewolf thing." You shut your eyes and then opened them to reveal your glowing crimson red eyes.
He stood there shocked.
"When did this happen?" he smiled.
"I was born a werewolf and my parents died in a car crash, I've been working hard ever since. And not to long ago the last alpha in my family tried to have me killed so i kinda sorta killed him instead."
