teen wolf stories

have you seen her? || s.s.

The park was pretty crowded when I arrived. Like most days, some kids played happily in the small playground, yelling cheerfully while their parents were sitting on the nearby benches, watching them from afar. Birds chirped excitedly, eating bread crummies that were scattered by the lake's margin, the sunshine enlightened the clear water and, due to all of that, she popped into my mind. All the memories we built on this very same place and the reason why I came back every single day.

Y/N/N was the woman of my dreams and, at the same time, my personal hell. Someone who was permanently etched to my brain. Either way, I didn't want to forget her. Not ever.

The day we finally met each other, was also the one I had given up on giving my heart to the wrong girl. I had wasted years of my life chasing after Lydia and now I was forced to watch her gushing over Jackson, which definitely was not good for my mental health, because I knew I would be a much better choice for her. Yet, when I came clean about my feelings, Martin didn't pick me, making my heart shatter into tiny little pieces. In that moment, I thought I would never feel okay again, however, Y/N quickly proved me wrong that night.

Loud music was throbbing on the sound boxes when I downed my first glass of vodka. This party, so far, had gone incredibly wrong for me; I had come to put the whole revealing to Lydia she was my crush and getting turned down by her aside, but, as if fate wanted to take a good laugh at me, I bumped into her and her new boyfriend. God, I got so enraged I left Scott there with his new girlfriend, Allison, and went after a drink.

Obviously, I was never much of a drinker, so the transparent liquid went down my throat, I felt it stinging, burning. Yet, despite the feeling, I actually enjoyed, so I kept drinking, fact that drove me to get tipsy in, roughly, twenty minutes. The whole place began to spin, double people speeding in front of me; it was when I preached myself I needed some fresh water on my face, just to sober up a little bit.

Tripping my way into the restroom, I bumped into someone, spilling their drink on both of us. A gentle voice cursed, making me look up, only to find a beautiful set of grey eyes staring at me narrowed; I was so stupidly mesmerised by them I didn't even understand what she said, I just... Got lost on her.

"Are you even listening?" The light pink haired girl quizzed, cocking one of her eyebrows at me. "Fuck, you must really be shitfaced, huh?"

I should say something.

Why wasn't I saying something?

Without hearing any response, she sighed, shaking her head. I was still breathless by the look in her eyes.

"Okay, come with me."

She gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers, and dragged me through the crowd, pushing me to enter a dark room. Once inside, the beautiful woman let go of my fingers, disappearing in the darkness for a second before the light was turned on. Again, I was in awe by her beauty.

"My name is Y/N, by the way, but everyone calls me Y/N/N."

"U-Uh, mine is... It's nice to meet you, I mean, no, wait." I babbled, saying everything at one strike and making absolutely no sense. However, instead of running away scared, she just laughed and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. "Stiles."

"What the hell is a Stiles?" Y/N asked, pulling a tissue from her purse and rubbing it against the stain on her baby green dress.

"M-My name."

"Oh." Another smile pulled the corners of her lips. "Well, Stiles, you kind of own me a new book. And very likely a new dress."

"A book?"