Scott-

Now, this isn't the most romantic scene ever, but you two met at a hotel swimming pool.

The lacrosse team had a game away from Beacon Hills and you were moving in to your dad's house over there after your mom passed away. You've been on a seven-hour flight and a three-hour long car drive. Needless to say, you were tired. So luckily your dad was also and you both decided to stop and rest for the night before going back on the road.

When you got to the hotel, you couldn't sleep. This was pretty frustrating. What were you going to do till you were able to fall asleep?
You grabbed your laptop and popped it open and started scrolling through Facebook and other websites, but nothing really sparked your interest.

You closed the lid of your laptop and sighed, rolling over onto your side. You were staring at the curtains of your hotel room when you decided to get up and take a look outside of them.

You tip-toed over to them, careful not wake up your dad, and pulled them back just enough to where you could slide through and look outside. It was a beautiful night, even if all the city lights were blocking out the stars. It didn't look to cold outside either. Summer nights were usually pretty warm.

You glanced around at the ground and spotted the swimming pool that the hotel had. You smiled and carefully drew back the curtains again to slip out and make your way towards your suitcase.

Yeah, it was time to go take a dip in the pool.

Good thing for you, your dad is an extremely heavy sleeper. You changed into your swimsuit and made sure to grab your phone, wallet and card key. After that you walked out of your room and gently closed the door. You shuffled down the stairway towards the pool and in no time, you were climbing over the wire fence to get into the cool water.

You hung your towel over a chair and decided not to dive into the water since that could wake someone from the hotel up. You walked down the little steps that were at the little kid side of the pool and started floating on you back, relaxing.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply at the thought of how good you were going to sleep after you got out of the pool and back into your hotel room.

After a few moments of peace and silence, you heard the voices of a few guys walking towards the pool. You freaked out, thinking that they were from the hotel staff and were coming to see if anyone was in the pool. You dove under water and swam over to the edge of the pool, coming back up and hiding underneath the diving board.

You waited there for a couple of minutes until everything was silent. You poked your head out and saw two figures taking their shirts off next to the pool. You hide under the board again and waited. After a minute or two, you heard incoherent whispers from the two men.

You felt the board bend from the weight of a person standing on it. You duck down lower and keep your nose and above over the water and the board starts bending from the weight as the guy starts to get ready to jump.

You tried to make yourself smaller than you already were, but that didn't seem to work in your favor.

The guy jumped and landed in the water with a huge splash and waves upon waves of water came towards you. You held your breath and was soon taken down under the water. It was difficult to get back up to the surface, but you managed to do so. You wiped your eyes to make sure that you didn't get any in them and looked around.

You weren't underneath the diving board anymore. You were more out, nearly at the middle of the pool. You looked around some more and noticed the two figures were still there. One in still in his jeans, and the other naked.

You gaped at them and blinked a few times. They hadn't noticed that you were in the pool yet, so you decided that it was the perfect time to get out, grab your towel, and run for it.

Too late.

There was sirens and flashing red and blue lights coming up the drive from the hotel to the pool and in a matter of seconds, the police were asking you why you were swimming so late at night with these strangers. Your dad was woken up from his sleep to come get you and the adult that the two figures was also.

Apparently they were from the lacrosse team at the high school you were supposed to be going to. As you were sitting down on a bench, waiting for your dad to come get you and most likely ground you, one of the boys came over and sat down next to you.

"I'm Scott McCall," he said a reached out to shake your hand.

"Y/N."

Stiles-

The local comic book store was shutting down. Yes, it was a sad day in the history of Beacon Hills. You loved always coming to the shop and getting the latest comic, or reading other ones that you weren't sure if you to buy just yet.

Everything was on sell, and to your wallet, it was a good ay. To you, however, it was sad. You've been coming to this shop since you first found out about it in second grade.

The shop owner always love having you come in and get new comics and talk to him about theories and such. As you were grabbing every comic that you could find that sparked your interest, the shop owner was talking to you about the comic book shop the next town over.
You didn't really want to drive 45 minutes every week to buy the newest issue of Teen Titans 52. But you really needed to read it and find out what happens.

The bell to the shop rang, signaling that a new person had walked into the shop. You continued to look around without paying any mind to the new customer. The shop owner and the customer talked for a while until the customer started to walk around the shop and look at comics.

You brought your stack of comics over to the front desk and smiled at the owner as he put them into a plastic bag for you. While you were paying for your books, the other customer in the shop was standing behind you whistling. He was watching the owner put your stack of comics and saw an issue of the Flash mingled in there.

"Whoa!" He scurried over to the counter and pointed at the comic. "You like the Flash?"

You nodded with a smile on your face and he reached his hand out to you.

"Stiles Stilinski. Nice to meet you."

You took his hand and shook it. "(Y/N) (L/N)."