I'd had multiple encounters with Stiles Stilinski before Beacon Hills High School.
The story of our very first encounter would bring most people to tears. I'm not looking for that,and I know he isn't,either...
My mother just so happened to be on her death bed when I met Stiles. The not-so-funny coincidence was that he was dealing with the same thing,the only difference being I didn't have a father. If my mother died,I was an orphan. I was only eight...
The day my mother flatlined,I stood in the doorway,watching,but I didn't cry. I was withering in Hell,but no tears came. The doctor,his voice hollow,announced the time my mother died,and it was done,like a television show.
That was when the tears bubbled to the surface.
I raced down the hallway,the wind sweeping my hair back,but I was stopped abruptly as I slammed into someone's back. We both toppled to the floor,and I stayed there,sobbing as I hugged my knees. He stood up in a hurry,whipping around to face me,his expression apologetic. The eight-year-old boy I had just thrown myself into had thought it was his fault I had fallen. He held out a hand,and I took it,wiping at my eyes with my other hand like a three year old.
"Are you okay...?"
Instead of answering,in a fit of despair,I simply threw my arms around him. I didn't even know his name at the time...
After an hour of trying to calm me,Stiles asked me my name sheepishly. I managed to choke out,"My name is Willow..."
His father had walked out around that time,his eyes red and puffy,and I understood the circumstances then. Stiles' mother was sick just like my mother was. There was an unspoken connection between the two of us.
"M- My name is Stiles."I fell head over heels for him right then.
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This will contain paragraphs... My first story with paragraphs... Yikes,guys... I'm scared...
Takes place in Season 1.
Mikhaela Janna Lim, daughter of a renowned business tycoon, craves a normal life away from the spotlight. She even persuades her famous friends to pretend they don't know her, all for the sake of solitude.
But when her path crosses with Maraiah Queen Arceta-a social butterfly, soft talker, and academic achiever adored by many-everything changes.
Will Mikhaela cling to her quiet sanctuary as an anonymous introvert, or transform herself to win Maraiah's heart?