Fragile (Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 3

(Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters)

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Chapter 3: Faye's POV

Since the moving truck had come a few weeks ago with all of my belongings, Scott and I only had a few bags to bring into the house. One bag held toiletries, another held some extra clothes, another held my things that I would need for school, and the last held my notebooks.

Yes, I filled an entire large duffel bag completely with notebooks. Dozens and dozens of them, filled with ideas, drawings, stories, poems, and girly shit like that.

That duffel bag had been marked by me with a strip of duct tape. That way, I would know which one it is and not have it taken by someone else. If they dropped it, and all of my books came spilling out, I don't know what I would do. These things are my life, and I've never gone a day without writing something in them. Even on the day my parents died, I had made an entry. I'm not sure what it was, because I choose not to revisit that page to avoid unnecessary sadness.

Once inside, Scott led me upstairs to my room. For a woman who had only had a son her entire life, Mrs. McCall sure knew how to decorate a girl's room.

It wasn't very big, just enough not to be cramped, but it was still gorgeous. The walls were painted dark purple, and had white vine-like decals carefully placed around each corner. Instead of an overhead light, an entire string of lights encompassed the room, giving off an aura of wonder and magic. There was a small mahogany dresser in the corner, each drawer with a brass knob in the shape of a small jewel.

The bed was from my house, nothing special. Just a white metal bar frame with a grey blanket, small pillow, and a ratty twin mattress.

Melissa had offered to buy me a new more comfortable one, but I couldn't possibly allow her to spend anymore money on something that I already had.

"Wow..." I breathed, switching my gaze back to the rest of my new bedroom.

"Yeah, she went a bit overboard with the decorating." Scott mumbled, scratching the back of his neck for what must be the third or fourth time today. Do all guys do that in uncomfortable situations, or is it just Scott? I grew up in a town pretty much devoid of any boys my age, so my knowledge about their behavior was limited.

"Oh no no, it's beautiful. Really perfect." I assured him, placing my bags in the corner. It's true. I had always wanted a nice room like this, all to myself, with actual paint on the walls and everything! Not just a sad excuse for a bed in the corner of our kitchen.

The house that my mother and I lived in had three rooms. A kitchen, one bathroom, and a small living room. The guy who sold it to us said that the previous owners believed themselves to be vampires, and could only sleep hanging upside down. I mean seriously, Vampires? Of all the supernatural creatures to dellude yourself into believing you were, why that? There are much cooler options out there that don't invlove risking brain injury from all the upside-down blood flow, like a werewolf or something. Anyway, because of this, they constructed the house without any bedroom or sleeping space. Oh well. At least we got it real cheap.

"Well, I don't know if you want to unpack or anything before we go out. My mom wants me to show you around town a little." Scott said, bringing me back to reality.

Should I start unpacking? It would probably be better to just go out and get it overwith. After all, I'm not going to have a lot of free time once school starts up.

"Uhh...sure that sounds great! I mean, I'm not gonna unpack anything yet, but changing into real clothes wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." I said, gesturing lazily to what I was currently wearing.