I don't know, my brain just want to write Teen Wolf fanfiction. This is starting after Erica's death in season 3 and obviously contains an OC. ENJOY AND R&R!
"Erica!" the young girl shouted to her friend who ran in front of her. Her black curls bounced as she tried to keep up. All she heard was Erica's twittering laugh in response. Her friend's blonde hair gleamed in the sun, making her have to squint. "You have to catch me first, Pennie!" The raven haired girl harumphed at the nickname wishing her friend would stop. They both ran until their little legs couldn't go any further. They fell onto a hill, side by side in the soft green grass. They huffed, trying to catch their breaths. "Erica," the girl started, playing with one of her curls. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I-I don't want to leave." She began to hiccup, wishing her parents would cancel the move and stay in Beacon Hills forever. The blonde looked over at her friend, frowning at her tears. "I don't want you to leave either! But I don't want you to cry even more." She wiped her friends tears with her little hands. She grabbed her best friend's hands with hers. "We can still talk everyday, we can call, use e-mail, all that grown up stuff! We can even write letters and send each other cool toys!" The curly haired girl giggled at her blonde friend, laughing full on as Erica's hazel eyes widened dramatically. "You can get me barbies and I can buy you paint and stuff! That would be so cool Penelope!" Erica giggled herself, joining Penelope. Penelope wiped at her eyes as she sat up. Erica sat up as well, and locked onto the light brown orbs that belonged to her best friend. Penelope held up her pinky. "Pinky promise to be the best of friends forever, no matter how long we're apart?" "Promise." Erica agreed, wrapping her own finger around Penelope's, before tackling her in a hug, causing them to both roll down the hill in a fit of giggles.
That was the last memory Penelope had of when her and Erica were together. They had kept the promise of remaining best friends: they sent letters, called, and when they got older they texted and skyped almost nonstop. But now, now that was over. At first it started with Erica not being able to skype, then the letters stopped coming; she wouldn't respond to texts messages as quickly, the phone calls were cut short, and then communication stopped altogether. Then one day she received a phone call; the number belonged to Erica's home. Penelope was so happy she couldn't help but squeal in delight. She had answered the call eagerly, unable to contain the excitement of hearing her best friend's voice again. Her happiness was short lived, as the voice on the other end interrupted her happy chatter, saying the two words she never expected, never wanted to hear in her life. "Erica's dead."
That is how Penelope ended back up in her hometown of Beacon Hills, surrounded by familiar faces in a sea of black. It was raining, and she refused every umbrella offered to her. She felt numb. She had cried the whole trip to her childhood home, and hadn't stopped. She no longer wailed in pain; the tears just streamed from her eyes as she clenched her jaw painfully, watching her friend's casket slowly descending into the ground. Everything blurred together, people giving condolences, painful wails, sniffles, they were all too much. Penelope ended up in Erica's home, in her room. Erica's parents said that she could've stayed somewhere else, like in the guest room with her parents, but she refused. She needed this. It looked different, but it still smelled the same. She curled up under Erica's covers, wrapping them tightly around her. She inhaled deeply, smiling at the familiar scent, before she broke down and began to sob.
She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay in Beacon Hills. Her parents tried to convince her that being there would only hurt her more, but she refused. She had to stay, to her it would hurt worse to leave knowing that her best friend no longer could. After a week of arguing within the walls of the Reyes' household, they gave up, bending to their daughter's will. They were going to leave her with the Reyes' while they went back home to get their house ready for the move. They were moving back into Penelope's childhood home. She was happy, as happy as she could manage to be. While her parents were gone, she stayed in, watching the house while Mr. and Mrs. Reyes went to work. She watched TV, ate copious amounts of ice cream, and would even sneak alcohol from their collection. Sometimes she would go for walk, occasionally bumping into people she knew from long ago. School was in session for the students of Beacon Hills, but some chose to skip and do other activities. Sometimes she would go with them, getting so high that she couldn't remember how she got back into the Reyes' house. She felt numb. She didn't cry as much anymore; the drugs occupied her mind most of the time. They took her to a better place, a happier place. She would often hallucinate of her blonde friend, what she would say if she found out if Penelope was stoned off her ass. She didn't particularly like when that would happen because her dear friend would often scold her, but that was the only way she could still hear her voice and see her face.
It didn't take long for her parents to get back, and when they did, they immediately moved into their old house. They enrolled Penelope into school, hoping she would be able to adjust. On her first day of school, she attended some of it, and decided to ditch the rest of it during lunch with a few of her peers. She came home that night higher than a cloud. Her parents weren't home, which wasn't much of a surprise; her father was police officer, her mother was a nurse. She made her rounds around the house, scarffing down food, deleting the voicemail on the house phone from the school notifying her parents that she had missed some classe. She then went up to her room, laid down on her bed, and turned on some music, raising it to deafening volumes. She could feel the bass thump all around her, vibrating her soul. She never felt so good in her entire life. Slowly, she fell asleep, dreaming of her now-turned-angel best friend.