AN: Hey guys this is my first Teen Wolf Fanfic, I hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters.
American Love Affair:
Fort Campbell, Iraq:
78 days, 13 hours and 24- make that 25 minutes, since I was deployed to Iraq. It smells of garbage and burning shit, nothing like the smells that surround my home in Beacon Hills. I miss the way the breeze would carry the scent of fresh cut grass through my open window and the way the smell of what I now consider amazing coffee (compared to the shit I drink over here), brewing in the machine in my small kitchen made it up to my room waking me up in the morning. Tonight I woke up from my bunk with a jolt causing my elbow to smack the wall, hard. I was having one of those falling dreams, you know? The one when you feel as if you are falling off from the highest cliff in the world. As soon as the sound waves from the bang reached my platoon's ears, most of them unfortunately woke up from their needed sleep. "What the fuck Stilinski!" Hale asks from his bunk located directly across from mine. You know the saying 'Don't poke the bear,' well Derek Hale is the bear and not only did I just poke him, I fucking punched him. Lucky me! Hale is 6'4" and built like an Ox-picture a white Dwayne the Rock Johnson, without the friendly smile. His nickname in our platoon is Sour Wolf, funny right? "Sorry Hale it was an accident, won't happen again," I answer quickly hoping to evade the situation entirely. He took the bate and rolled back to sleep, must be the fact that it's two in the morning.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to fall back to sleep so I decided to take out the crumpled piece of paper I always keep in my pocket and read it for the millionth time under the glow from my small flashlight. I smoothed out the creases and held my little piece of home between my calloused fingers.
Dear Stiles,
From the day we became friends, to the day we became more than friends we've never stayed away from each other. You complete me Stiles, and without you here I feel as half of myself is missing. Just a moment ago I thought about our farewell before you left and I just wanted to let you know I am thinking about you every day and before another moment goes by I wanted to say thank-you. Thank you for the late night laughs and the early morning kisses. Thank you for holding my hand through this life, and proving that good men do truly still exist. My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. And now I would give up everything just to feel your lips on mine right now. You know how when you're driving and its pouring rain, you drive under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes quiet and you are overwhelmed by almost a sense of peace. Then finally you get out from underneath and everything hits you a little harder than before. Well, you are my bridge Stiles and I need you to promise me you will come home to me so I can have my peace again. Be safe, I love you with all my heart.
Love faithfully yours,
Lydia
I take a deep breath, carefully fold the paper back up and place it in my pocket. My God do I miss her. It feels like it was just yesterday when I finally grew enough balls to ask her out. We were walking to my house from school together because of course my jeep broke down. "Shit I'm so sorry Lydia, my jeep usually runs fine and-"Lydia cut me off, "Styles don't worry about it. Plus I knew what I was getting into, I've seen the rolls of duct tape you carry around with you to fix everything that goes wrong with that car," she said with a giggle. A small blush appeared on Style's cheeks. After talking and walking for quite a while being that Stiles lived three miles from where they broke down, he said, "umm, Lydia I have to ask you something. It's something I have wanted to ask you since the third grade, I wanted to know if well, I just was wondering if-" Stiles didn't even have time to finish what he was asking before Lydia stood on her toes and kissed him right on the mouth. Stiles eyes widened beyond belief and then closed as the kiss deepened. "I've been wondering when you were going to ask." Sometime in the mist of memory I must have drifted back to sleep.
The whistle blows, causing us all to spring to attention. "Alright boys, meet you newest platoon member, come in here son." A young man dressed in uniform walks in, hair as black as night and dark brown eyes. "Scott?"
There you have it, chapter one! Please share your thoughts, good or bad. Thanks for reading, next chapter will be posted soon. :)
