Stiles Stillinski has never been what you can call...'sane'. He never had any friends other than his mother, because he was too "annoying" for anyone to like him. When his mother died, and his father remarried to a woman named Melissa McCall, he met Scott. Scott is Melissa's son, and once her and Stiles' father were married, Stiles and Scott became best friends.

One day when him and Scott were in third grade, he let his best friend in on a secret.
"I have friends that no-one else can see."
"What? What do you mean Stiles?" Scott asks, confused.
"I have two friends, that no-one else can see. There's Lydia, she has strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. SHe's really pretty Scott! I feel bad that no-one else can see her!" Stiles says, his little body bouncing.
"And the other one?" Scott asks, he's actually interested.
"His name's Jackson. He has blonde and has blue eyes. He can be mean but really he just needs hugs and love." Stiles says with a huge grin.
"If he's mean, why are you friends with him?" Scott asks, tilting his head to the side.
"WELL, he's all alone. I know what it's like to be all alone" Stiles answers with a shrug.
Scott smiles at him, if these people are what keeps his bestfriend happy, he'll go along with it. It's not hurting anyone after all.

A few years later, the boys are in sixth grade. They're walking home for school, side by side. Nobody except Scott knows about Stiles' 'friends' still. Scott can tell by the way Stiles is half deflated, and half bouncing up and down that something must of happened with those friends of his. "Something happen with Jackson and Lydia?" he asks, catching Stiles when he trips.
"Actually yeah, they started dating." Stiles replied, his body deflating even more, "But there's more news too! There's a new girl!"
"Really? What's her name?" Scott asks, mentally sighing. He loves Stiles, but one day this is going to get out of hand. Hopefully though, he can keep Stiles from going too far off the deep end.
"Allison! She has black hair and pretty brown eyes. I think she's smitten with you Scotty."
"Smitten?"
"It means she likes you, GEEZ SCOTT DON'T BE AN IDIOT."
Scott laughs, and drags Stiles the rest of the way home. So, Stiles' imaginary friend Allison has a crush on him. At least it's someone.

Then, in sevnth grade a new 'friend' came along. This friend scared Scott.
The day he was introduced was just a normal day, Scott and Stiles were eating lunch together, their parents outside. Scott nonchalantly asked how Jackson, Lydia, and Allison were doing. Since playing along kept Stiles happy, and made his panic attacks less frequent."They're doing great! Allison and Jackson don't like my new friend though!" Stiles said, pouting.
"You have a new friend?" Scott asks, at times like these he feels like he's talking to a five year old. But Stiles isn't just his step-brother, but his best friend. So he'll put up with it.
"Yeah! His name's Derek! He has the most beautiful hazel eyes and the darkest hair I've ever seen! And he has muscles too! Big ones!" The way Stiles was talking about him, made it seem like he idolized this imaginary figure, but Stiles doesn't faulter just keeps going on, "He's really broody and angry and like...he's a sourwolf. Oh did I mention he's a werewolf?"
"A werewolf?" Scott asks, chewing his lip.
"Yeah!" Stiles replies.
A month later, apparently Derek was threatening to harm Stiles. Stiles was becoming afraid of his imaginary friend. Scott, being the responsible friend, brought it up to the adults and Stiles finally got the medication he needed.

In ninth grade, shit really starts hitting the fan. Stiles has been on medication for a year, he hasn't thought about his three friends once in that year. That is, until he sees a whisp of strawberry blonde hair whizzing by him. He gulps, thinking he's hallucinating again. Then he sees, a familliar douchey swaggar going by him. Stiles feels a twisting in his gut, like this isn't in his head. He nudges Scott, and gestures with his head over where the two went. Scott shrugs, like it's not that big of a deal. So, Stiles walks over to the two all-two-familiar teens.

"Uh...hi?" Stiles says anxiously, and there's no doubt in his mind. These two are Jackson and Lydia.

"Stiles!" Lydia says with a small smile,

"Ugh, Stilinski." Jackson says with an eyeroll.

Stiles will swear forever that his heart stopped beating for a second.

"SCOTT! SCOTT!" Stiles exlaims running over to the curly haired teen.

"What's up Stiles?" The boy asks, concerned.

"L-Lydia, J-Jackson! They're here! I swear I took my meds too!"

"Oh, no, those aren't your Jackson and Lydia! Those are the new kids, Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore" Scott says with a chuckle, patting Stiles' shoulder and walking away.

"WAIT NO, SCOTT!" Stiles calls, but his friend just keeps going, "Those were their last names" He mutters.

A/N: This is something I'm experimenting with, I'm sorry if you don't like it, I'm not even sure if I like it. But ya know.