Stationary shopping. That sentence alone was so unbelievably depressing that no student ever really wanted to address it, because it meant the beginning of school was approaching, that your summer was over and done with. Whether you had spent it socialising with your friends or holed up in your room blogging and playing computer games but it still meant you were in your own comfortable environment. No rules or homework, no early starts or late detentions. It was freedom.

So when every teenager headed down to the closest Walmart to purchase their new pencil cases stocked with biro pens and rulers, it was done with a certain amount of reluctance, unless you were a swat of course, because then you were just giddy about the entire thing. Which Stiles still failed to understand, as he was so clearly in the former of that category, and left alone with it as Scott had annoyingly decided to readjust his school attitude come this year, and had begrudgingly made the trip on his own weeks before their return to school.

He had forgotten what had even led him to that current train of thought, blinking several times before he had returned back to his senses.

"Wh-what?!"

The statement was greeted with a risen and perfectly plucked brow, a corner of the female's lips tinting up in amusement, beginning to form a smirk. That was it; hot girl, extremely hot girl, standing there before him and actually acknowledging his existence, something that was generally not an occurrence for said boy.

"You deaf? I said you dropped your … Avengers pencil case."

Her voice wavered as she took her time to actually look at the object in her small hand, and Stiles only just noticed the distinct foreign voice. She was British. Why he found that so attractive? He couldn't explain. Light brown eyes looking to him expectantly, enjoying his inability to talk, as if she had expected so.

Stiles' own gaze flickered to the pencil case, flying right past it and taking in her appearance, legs bare despite the ridiculous weather of Beacon Hills, light brown skin appearing soft to the touch, the fabric of her denim shorts slightly torn and a plain black baggy tank tucked in it. He blinked as he attempted to collect his jumbled thoughts, now was definitely not the time to check her out.

"You gonna take it then? Or is it now safe to assume that I can keep it for myself."

"N-no I'll take it back! Thanks!"

He grabbed the object with his free hand, the other occupied with other educational products, and she seemed unaffected by his stammering, in fact she seemed to become more amused by the minute. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, long black hair falling over her shoulders as she folded her arms. She took in his slouched stance, and fidgety mannerisms, dark green plaid shirt and grown out brown hair, seeming to stick in all directions of its own accord. She found it cute.

"I like Justice League more anyway." watching as his gaze flickered back to her face, voice slightly higher in pitch.

"…You know what Justice League is?"

"Doesn't everybody? Smallville was pretty popular on the telly'." Her tone was flat, as if now bored, yet her smirk begged to differ. Stiles had decided that she was crazy.

"Well yeah, bu- but I just thought that you know … normal people didn't watch that stuff?"

His statement became a question, and he gritted his teeth, currently pondering whether throwing himself down a well would be a far less excruciating ordeal. She let out a short chuckle, full lips breaking out into a smile and revealing a set of white teeth.

"You saying you're not normal?"

"I don't know what I was saying," Stiles grumbled as his gaze flickered to his sneakers in embarrassment, "Ignore me; I tend to have no filter."

"Yes, I can see that." Her tongue darted out, licking the corner of her lips before grazing her front teeth as she grinned, causing Stiles to change his assumption of her from crazy to confusing.

The both of them stood in silence for a moment longer, Stiles' gaze attempting to focus on anything but her, clearing his throat awkwardly ever few moments, while she simply stood there, assessing him with a knowing grin, as if she already knew of him. Sizing him up almost, only reinforcing his uncomfortable nature. She was weird.

There was another long pause before she spoke again, "I'll see you around." Leaving him no time to reply she skirted around him and down the aisle, his mouth slightly agape at the entire ordeal, confusion and irritation at his lack of smoothness increasing. Her tone had irked him slightly; she had said it in a way that guaranteed she would see him again, promising even.

Beacon Hills was a small town, and he knew for a fact she was not a regular resident, in fact he found himself wondering if he had hallucinated the entire conversation.

"Red Bull. I need some Red Bull."

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes, positive!" Scott replied impatiently, hearing the same question repeatedly since Stiles had arrived to pick him up, he had spent weeks on end decided whether he was sure, and Stiles habit of repeating himself had begun to grate on him, "Now drive!"

"Cause, you know … you don't have to get it done now, there's still loads of time to pick out a tattoo." Stiles continued, oblivious to Scott's growing irritation as he started the keep, the sky beginning to darken as he drove out of the McCall's drive way. "Your mom's name in Latin, some inspirational quote that you've never actually lived by …. Or go with something really original like a butterfly!"

"Funny." Scott drawled, rolling his eyes as he rested his head back against the seat, "I haven't just decided this on a whim, I've been thinking about it for a while. Now just feels like the right time."

A moment of silence played as Stiles fiddled with the radio, one hand remaining on the steering wheel, looking to Scott as he spoke up once more.

"Did your Dad end up forcing you out of your room and stop procrastinating long enough to get your stuff for school?"

"Took some screaming on my part, and some dragging on his but you know," he shrugged his shoulders non-committedly, eyes remaining on the road, "we got there in the end … even managed a close encounter with a ridiculously hot, but psychotic girl while I was at Walmart."

"Still trying to figure out which part of that is true," Scott remarked amusedly, "think I'll go with the beginning."

"No really!" Stiles' voice rose in tone slightly, "She was all like 'you dropped your Avengers pencil case' and 'I like Justice League' better!"

"And because of those two statements she's psychotic?"

"I haven't finished yet!" Scott rolled his eyes, but remained silent as Stiles continued, "It was the way she was grinning like, I dunno, like she knew something and her eyes were like some lion about to pounce on its prey."

"I think you've been spending too much time in your room, Stiles."

"Whatever, I know what I saw," he waved of Scott dismissively, turning away from him, "she was hot man, and I mean 'belongs in a 2 Chainz music video' hot."

"Since when did you listen to 2 Chainz?!" Scott's voice was sceptical, chuckling softly at Stiles' expression and retort.

"I'll have you know that I can be quite diverse with my music taste," he paused, "when it's extremely late and I'm too lazy to turn off MTV."

Both boys erupted into quite laughter, Scott shaking his head and they neared the centre of town.

I know I know I really shouldn't be starting up another story, but this wouldn't leave me alone and I was surprised no one had thought of this earlier, but yes what I'm dreading most is if I get Stiles' characterisation wrong so please let me know. The feedback would be extremely helpful, I'll be starting from season 3 onwards. I hope you enjoyed this because I was freaking a bit, thank you!