Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
Stiles was one of those kids who had the life, only on the surface. He had taugh himself how to play the trumpet, piano, clarinet, flute, violin, saxophone, and guitar. He was currently working on the drums, all while maintaining perfect grades. He was just one of those guys. But he also dealt anxiety attacks and never ending bullies on his own. His father worked nonstop as the town sheriff after the loss of his mother when he was a small child. He supported his addiction to music by working at the local vet with his best friend Scott. Scott was one of those guys who acted like a jock, and got the grades of a stereotypical jock but never made any of the teams he'd tried out for. Until he did and he got a girlfriend and Stiles just kind of faded into the background until Scott needed something from him. Stiles was good at pretending he didn't care though, he just had more time for music. But then his father came home and found him playing beginners songs on the drum set he'd bought after months of savings. Over Stiles's home cooked dinner the Sheriff brought it up.
"So...the drums." He said tactlessly.
"Yep." Stiles responded cooly, not furthering it.
"I thought you were doing saxophone?" He asked.
"I know the sax now." Stiles replied.
"How many instruments does this make?" The Sheriff asked, watching his son as if he were looking at something odd and new and worthy of research.
"The drums make seven." Stiles replied counting the drum set as one instrument rather than the seven procession instruments that were combined into the set.
"But you're still learning the drums?" He asked carefully. Stiles nodded. "I'll get you a teacher in the morning." The sheriff said before leaving the room, his dirty dishes left for Stiles to deal with without a chance to protest. He'd taught himself six instruments, he didn't need an instructor at this point. Stiles sighed as he stood, collecting plates and dreading his new obligation. He supposed he had the time, with Scott having practically cut him off. Stiles sighed before heading up to his room, enjoying the way the air sat in there. He currently had the window open and he felt like he could feel, smell, practically taste music in the air. He flopped down onto his bed, enjoying the gentle breeze that the open window offered.