"What do you mean you hired more counselors?" Stiles exclaimed, flailing his arms around in emphasis as he paced around his father's office. John sighed behind his desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he reclined himself on his chair.
"You know damn well why I hired more help around here, Stiles." John eyed his son, not for a second believing his obliviousness to what has happened. "I know you and your friends are a tightly knit group, I wouldn't have hired additional help if it wasn't needed. With the supernatural community coming out to the general public in the last year, our summer camp will have a bigger influx of supernatural kids. This is a good thing, Stiles." Stiles started ringing his hands together, tapping his foot against the floor as he finally plopped himself down on the chair facing his father.
"I know Dad, I know this is what-...Mom…Would have wanted." Stiles uttered out, a sudden ache in his chest as he thought about his mother and her vision.
Stiles was only four years old when he started manifesting. It was purely by accident and caused by an outburst of emotions. Stiles had been running around the house playing as his mother was preparing dinner for the evening. Stiles, being the ever clumsy and hyperactive kid that he was took a nasty tumble into the living room table. Clutching his scrapped knee as he fell to the floor, Stiles had let out a scream of pain and shock as small clusters of sparks left his body and swirled around him. He kept crying and crying, confused as to what was going on and why the sparks where making vases and other objects explode.
Claudia had come rushing into the room and saw him in his current state. She comforted him and told him that he was perfect and amazing and that everything was going to be alright. Claudia has explained to Stiles what he was, very proud of her little boy and the amount of potential he showed. Since that day, Claudia had worked exceptionally hard to organize, find funds, and function a camp designed for all supernatural children. The amount of work Claudia had put into researching all types of Supes as well as formally finding them and explaining her little dream was just as hard as getting everything ready for the camp to take off before her untimely death.
This is where Stiles is now. BH Super Summer Camp has been around for the last five years and has only continued to grow in both size of the site and in numbers of children.
"Claudia would have been happy that her dream had finally become a reality Stiles." Oh god, Stiles could hear his father chocking up at the thought of his mother too. He rubbed at his eyes absentmindedly as he kept listening to his father. "The bigger this Summer Camp gets, the more supernatural children we'll be able to help. This is why I hired more counselors, because we need more hands to help us control all these kids." John finally let himself breath, finished with his explanation about something that he knows Stiles already knew.
Stiles slouched in his chair, his head resting on the back of his seat as he let everything that he had been told maul over in his head for the hundredth time that day. A despairing sigh left him as he finally took the courage to look at his father once more.
"You think that they'll be good for this place? Taking care of kids is though, supernatural ones are even tougher, you should know right." Stiles said playfully. This earned Stiles a fond eye roll from his father.
"Yes Stiles, they went through all the correct screening and they all seem very capable. Two women and three men, all werewolves." Stiles spluttered at this.
"All of them are werewolves? Geez, it seems like werewolves are the most prominent out of all the supernatural genes." He rubbed at his eyes in annoyance. Not that Stiles had anything against werewolves per say considering his best friend Scott had been a werewolf for most of their friendship. Werewolves just tended to be…more rough, if you could say. Overly confident, high-strung, mouthy (not that Stiles could really say anything, considering he was the mouthiest person he knew) though all in all, werewolves tended to be harder to understand and control. And half the time they didn't seem to know how to handle Stiles and his random outburst.
The Summer Camp tended to run higher on werewolf children than any other super, so he got first-hand experience about all of their overwhelming personalities. Not that all werewolves were this way, but it was very uncommon to come upon werewolves that were shy or meek.
"Of course they are Stiles, Were-being are the only ones that can pass on their gene through a bite or scratch. This is the exact reason why I have decided to hire more werewolves. They'll be more capable of rounding up all the kids. Scott won't be able to control all of them, especially considering the fact we're accepting roughly fifty new attendees this year on top of everyone else." Stiles spluttered at that.
"Holy shit, that many!" He whacked his hand on his forehead as he slowly but surely started to melt his way into his chair. "Okay, yah, that's a good idea. It was already tough with only having twenty five kids. Extra hands is very much needed. Yup. We need them. Good idea dad!" He gave John a thumbs up. John rolled his eyes, getting up and heading to the front of his office where he opened the door, a clear indication of Stiles needing to leave.
"They should be here shortly. We need all the help we can get to set everything up for the arrival of the campers tomorrow. So go find everyone and tell them what's happening, I would do it myself but I feel like you'll find them faster." John smiled at his son as Stiles wobbled his way out of his dad's office.
"Sure can do dad. That's me, giver of information, upholder of justice, you can count on me." He flashed his dad a bright smile before he sprinted his way out of the office.
"You're eighteen Stiles, don't run inside like a little kid!" John hollered after him, shaking his head.
"Five new people? Well, it's not that many when you really think about it, especially since we're going to have fifty additional campers on top of our regular thirty." Leave it to Scott to completely understand what was going on and not question anything.
"Yes, Scott. I get that. But we have no idea who these people are! What if we don't get along, what if they're, like, total fun-downers and suck the life out of everything." Stiles whined out. Scott rolled his eyes briefly before fully turning himself towards Stiles. They were currently sitting in the counselor's cabin, a two story house that seemed too big for the four of them, but with the addition of five new counselors, it was surely going to get crowded pretty quickly.
"I'm pretty sure no one would take a job with a pretty shitty pay roll if they didn't like kids, the outdoors, or having fun. That's what camp is all about after all." Scott said, using a few hand movements to stress what he was saying. Stiles simply looked at his best friend, completely shocked at the wisdom that was coming out of his normally slow-minded best friend.
"That's what normal camps are about Scott." Scott shrugged at that. "Well, it's true! We're as much a school as we are a Summer Camp. We're all about teaching control as well as throwing Frisbees and going on hikes. Finding yourself and what you're capable of as well as making connections with other supers!" Stiles exclaimed happily, paraphrasing words from their camp brochure, the same brochure that his mother had written.
"Either way Stiles, we'll just have to get to know these new people and get along with them. Who knows, maybe they'll all be awesome and we'll become good friends right off the bat." Scott said happily. Stiles pondered that Scott seemed to be more optimistic than he usually is.
"You seem really excited, is my friendship not enough. Am I going to need to worry about competition for my best friend's attention? It's already pretty hard with Allison you know." Stiles pouted, obviously pulling Scott's leg though having a lot of fun along the way. Scott regarded Stiles with his signature kicked puppy look.
"Stiles…That's not it at all. It's just…You can use more friends too! I'll always be your best friend, no doubt about that! But considering you and Jackson don't get along-" Stiles flailed around, pointing at Scott and saying with his eyes that he himself didn't like Jackson all that much either. "And with how you had the biggest crush on Lydia, which thankfully it's all done and over with, because man. I just feel like new faces could be a nice change. Especially considering we don't always end up in the same group." Scott beamed at him, which made Stiles just roll his head and let out a sigh. Scott was right. For once.
"Alright, I'll give you that, but our friendship will be eternal. Our awesome platonic non-homo-bromance will live on through the ages. We surpassed Allison, I'm sure it'll surpass these new counselors." He wiggles his eyebrows as an affirmation. "Speaking of counselors, where's Lydia, Allison and Jackson? I needed to tell them about the new counselors too." He glanced around the house and strained his hearing, though he got nothing. At times like these he wished that his spark allowed him to have super hearing like his werewolf friend.
"They should be here shortly. Allison said they would be running late because they had to get a few more items and snacks for the summer." They waited ten minutes before the three remaining members bustled their way into the creaking cabin, plastic bags and luggage's being dragged behind them. Scott was out of his seat in record time, it was a miracle he hadn't been waiting by the door for Allison.
"Hey." Allison breathed out, a happy smile lighting her face as Scott squeezed his way between her and the bags, planting a kiss on her cheek before taking most of her luggage from her. While they were all putting their stuff against the far end wall, Stiles starting briefing them in on what was going on.
"About time we got fresh meat." Leave it to Lydia to come in with her sharp claws, ready to dig them into the newbies.
"I wonder if they know what they're getting themselves into." Allison whispered to herself, plopping herself in the love seat next to Scott. Stiles wanted to gag at the overflowing show of affection happening between his best friend and Allison.
"Oh I'm sure they do. If not, they're werewolves, they can handle themselves." Lydia articulated, her tone clearly dismissive. She was currently sitting between Stiles and Jackson, leaning more so towards the other. Not that Stiles was complaining. Well, only slightly. Just because he was clearly over Lydia didn't mean that he still didn't resent the clear favouritism, even if Jackson was her boyfriend.
"I'm just wondering who they are. Do you think they're nice?" Allison inquired, looking at Scott as if she thought that he had all the answers. Just your average day in the life of couples.
"Who knows, if Stiles dad hired them he must have seen something in all of them that he didn't see in anyone else." Scott inquired, shrugging his shoulder as he plopped his arm behind Allison's head which was resting on the couch.
"He hired Jackson though." Stiles deadpanned. Jackson hissed at him, his eyes slitting themselves. Stiles lifted his hands in a clear sign of 'I don't want any trouble' no one wanted an angry Kanima on their tail. Ha. Tail.
"Oh, sounds like they're here." Stiles looked at Scott who had his head turned towards the door, clearly using his super hearing.
"Well, let's go meet them and say hello." Lydia exclaimed happily. Stiles could see through her act. He could tell how much Lydia wanted to see who she was up against. She always needed to be the one to look the best after all. Stiles shrugged as he slowly got up and followed the others outside, lining up against the porch's railing as they saw the vehicle slowly turn to the side of the house. Stiles large Jeep was parked along with Jackson's Porsche and Scott's motorbike right around the bend.
From what Stiles could see, the black Camaro screamed 'rich asshole'. Well then, looked like Jackson was going to have a new best friend. Stiles was currently moving around, his feet tapping against the floor as he snuck his hands in the pockets of his red hoodie, clearly reeking of nerves and anxiousness. Scott elbowed his side which made him squeak, glaring at him once he calmed his breathing down. Scott was giving him a clear look to calm down. Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance, gnawing on his lip instead.
Laughter could be heard as car doors were slammed shut and the sound of wheels on rocks resonated. Stiles himself would of laughed at how his friends all craned their heads to the side to get the first look at the new members that would soon join their small knit family.
When they all rounded the corner, Stiles was sure that his jaw was going to hit the floor. Beautiful peoples. Stiles was going to be surrounded by beautiful people while he was the little special, ordinary snowflake with average looks. His eyes were locked onto the one guy that looked straight up like an Adonis Greek god. His hair was an inky black color that seemed to emit a blue hue from the light. The scruff that he sported matches his chiselled jaw and high cheek bones perfect. All the while his biceps looked like they were about ready to pop out of his grey Henley shirt. Stiles was sure that his heart was about to burst out of his chest and he could so feel Scott's eyes on him though at this point he didn't give a darn. At that moment the men shifted his gaze from the black haired woman at his side towards Stiles, and it felt like time itself stopped. Or maybe that was just his heart.
Cause fucking damn. This guy was handsome and life was simply unfair.
"Batman?" The blonde girl with the intense curves uttered, shock clearly evident in her voice. Stiles shook his gaze from the god in human flesh and turned his eyes towards the blonde. He was taken aback and almost tripped backwards on himself, saved purely by Scott who had reached out to grab his sleeve.
"Holy shit…is that-..Is that you cat woman?" Stiles scurried down the stairs to get a better look at the girl who he hadn't seen since his time in the hospital with his mother.
The female in question let out a high pitch squeal as she dashed forward and enveloped Stiles in the biggest twirling bear hug he'd ever received. His masculinity was clearly thrown out the window but honestly he couldn't be to upset, she was a werewolf now it seemed.
"Holy shit, Erica! You're a werewolf now. Who knew! Wow, I can't even believe it. It's been years. How have you been? What happened to you? You're here. Why are you here? You don't even like kids! Or do you like them now? Holy shit I can't even. Look at you. You're so hot now!" Stiles exclaimed once he was finally set down, clasping his hand on her shoulders and shaking her in excitement, jumping along with her.
Stiles could feel confusion from both groups but he didn't care. Erica was one of the few people that he thoroughly liked from his childhood. Their meeting wasn't in the best of circumstance, what with her being at the hospital because of her epilepsy and him because of his mother.
"Calm down Stiles, I can smell your hyperactivity oozing out of your pores. You're not half bad yourself. Now I remember why I had the biggest crush on you back then." She stuck her tongue out playfully. Stiles spluttered at that, thoroughly flabbergasted at how blunt she's become.
"W-Whaaaa…" Stiles looked at her with his eyes wide open, a question and exclamation mark would be hovering over his head if things like that were possible. Erica just guffawed at him, shaking her head in fond endearment before lightly punching his shoulder. His arm instinctively went to hold his injured shoulder. Sometimes werewolves really did not know how strong they could be.
"Don't worry about it batman, that ship has sailed. Whoosh. I should have known that you'd be here. Your father is as scary as ever." Erica uttered out, beckoning her little group over. Stiles eye's crinkled slightly in happiness, a large grin plastered on his face. He casually licked his lips as he glanced at his friends before returning his gaze towards Erica.
"Well, I suppose it comes with being sheriff for such a long time. His knack for interrogation won't ever go away, sad to say. Makes getting away with things very hard." He did a small casual sweep across the group again, and if anyone asked he would deny letting his eyes linger a little bit longer than necessary on a certain werewolf.
"Oh, yah. I suppose I should introduce everyone. Well, I'm Erica as you all know." She did a small sweep of herself with her hand, and suggestive eye wiggle directed at everyone. "And this is Boyd." Pointing at a very large dark colored male whose expression was of indifference. "Isaac." A smaller male with a somewhat soft baby face and unruly blonde curls. A soft smile was spread across his face. "And then finally Laura and Derek." She finished off pointed at the women with a very pretty face and equally as nice hair. She stood with an air of authority, giving a thoroughly amused glance at Erica.
So the god had a name. Derek seemed this fit this man perfectly. It sounded bold and fierce. Just like his stance and the scowl currently plastered on his face as he regarded Stiles with who knows what in that expression. Guarded perhaps? Intrigued? Who knew, Stiles didn't want to spend more time gazing at that handsome face unless he came off as a creeper. He didn't want that on top of being the resident hyperactive counselor.
"Ah, nice to meet you all. I'm Stiles, my dad's the chief counselor, but you all already met him. This here is Scott, Lydia, Allison and then Jackson." He pointed to everyone individually.
Everyone gave their greetings, smiles and waves were given and then once all that was out of the way, Stiles ushered everyone inside, dragging Erica behind him and demanding her to tell him everything. Erica just kept laughing and laughing until the door to the cabin was shut.