"You know I was perfectly happy in that other house far far away from here. I get it, we used to live here but isn't that why we moved? To get away?" Stiles moaned from the back of the car next to his sister, Allison.
"Stiles" Allison started "Do me a favour and shut up will you?"
"Dad. Why did you pick her? I mean what was so appealing about her?" The boy asked his father who was huffing in the front seat.
"Stiles. Just stop. Please just shut up for once" The new sheriff of Beacon Hills whined. Stiles let out a huge puff and sank down in his seat. Stiles thought back to when he lived here with his mom. He remembered his best friend, what was his name again? Simon? Scott? Scott! That was it. They would always go to the park at exactly 7 pm every day. They did everything together. That was until Stiles moved away to New York and left Scott without saying goodbye. He felt terrible about it but he couldn't bare to see the disappointment in his face when he told him he was leaving. So he just left. Without a word.
Eventually, they arrived at the old house. The porch was a little dusty and the grass was very overgrown but other than that it was in perfect condition. The outside walls were grey and the door was a rusty brown colour and the windows were foggy. He stepped out of the car and grabbed a few bags just as Allison did the same.
"It hasn't changed much has it?" Sheriff Stilinski spoke.
"It's kind of sad, to be honest. I would've expected people to wreck it you know as they do in this town" Stiles mumbled and stepped onto the dusty porch. He wondered if he should say hi to his neighbour who was staring very intently at him through the window. Creep. He turned the worn out doorknob and pushed too hard on the door. He toppled over and the door fell on him. Allison dropped her things and ran over to him.
"Stiles! Are you okay?" She laughed as she pulled the door off him and kneeled down next to him.
"I'm perfect. I've always loved having doors crush my skull what about you?" The sarcastic boy stated and dusted himself off. She helped him up from the ground and walked over to where she dropped her heavy boxes as did Stiles.
"Hey dad, I think we need to get that door fixed" He chuckled.
After about 4 hours of carrying boxes in and out of the household, they finally had everything inside, including the door. He was bored out of his mind when he realised it was 10 pm and he should probably go to sleep so he can be ready for his first day of school in the morning. He wasn't really panicked about it as he knew where all of his classes were, but there was still that loneliness calling out to him. Loneliness had been there for most of his life, when his mom died he became extremely depressed and he pushed everyone away. Then they adopted Allison after her parents left her for dead with a bunch of animals, she never speaks of it, instead, she just cries. A bond formed quickly around Allison and Stiles, they were only 14 when she became part of the family.
Yes, they have their moments when one wants to murder the other, but that's just sibling love, right? Anyway, Allison became popular in their old school which led to Stiles finding more friends. Blah blah, high school blah blah blah now they're moving back to Beacon Hills for some unknown reason.
Stiles grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on just as Allison walked in.
"Hey" She smiled lightly.
"What's up," He asked.
No answer.
"Dad's drinking again, isn't he?" She nodded slightly. "You want to go for a walk?" She nodded again, quicker this time. He grabbed a coat and they climbed out of his window just as they heard heavy footsteps storming up the stairs.