Force of Nature
Chapter 1: Ain't it Fun
Disclaimer; I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. I only own Sydney and any other OC I create
I took a deep breath as I clutched onto the bag that held the few things I owned. Books that were barely held together. Notebooks full of doodles; some were already filled up and some were waiting patiently to be filled. A old teddy bear that I'll had since I was 5. Paints, markers, pens, and every other instrument that you used to draw with. I glanced at the watch on my wrist- 3:30pm. He was late. Of course he was later. How very typical of him. I shoved my hand into my bag and pulled out a notebook- one that was halfway full- and plopped down on the cement steps and began to let my thoughts flood onto paper.
As I continue to sketch the outline of a house a shadow loomed over me, blocking my view. I glanced up to meet eyes with the man who raised me. He had a frown on his face as he stared down at me. "I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was horrible." Or you just forgot about me again. I plastered a small smile on my face before shoving the notebook away and standing up. "It's fine. I understand."
Dad nodded at me before he glanced over to a face I haven't seen since I was 7. It was exactly 8 years ago when I last saw her. When I last saw her I had shoulder length blond hair that was almost always in two braided pig tails. It was the ages of Barbie dolls and fairy tales. When I last saw her she had long brown hair and was my best friend. But now when I see her, all I think about is that day. That day that stole my childhood.
Even though she had the same long brown of hair (even though there was now streaks of blond through it), the same brown eyes, the same huge grin. But she was a stranger to me. "Syd. I've missed you." She grinned over at me as she bit her lip slightly.
I mustered up all my energy into a fake smile as I feign excitement. "Mal, It's so great to see you." Before I could stop her I felt her practically leech herself onto me. I wondered if she could feel me stiffen before I slowly pushed her off of me. I glanced over at our Dad and crossed my arms. "Can we blow this Popsicle joint? I've had enough of this hellhole don't you think?"
The paintbrush glided over the canvas as I sighed in content. I ended up unpacking most of my things and decided to retire for the night. A soft knock brought me out of my trance before I blew out a puff of aggravated air. "Come in." Malia popped her head in the door before the rest of her body followed. She held a plate with a piece of pizza on in and in the other a water bottle.
"Thought you might be hungry." I nodded at her as she placed it on my dresser. I focused my attention back on my canvas as I hope she would take that as a signal to leave. However, she didn't get the message. I felt her walk up behind me as she placed a hand on my shoulder. "I never knew you liked to draw."
I rolled my eyes as she said that shrugged her hand off. "Well, there's a lot you don't know." It came out harsher than I intended and I heard Malia sigh. "I know. But I want to get to know you again. I want you to get to know me again." I scoffed her setting my brush down and whipping around to face her. "I think I'll pass."
There was a flash of hurt in her eyes as she narrowed them at me. "Sydney, please. I understand what your feeling." I let out a roar of laughter as I glared at her. "You understand how I feel? Hate to break it to you but I was locked away in a insane asylum for 8 years.
"I was in one too. or have you forgot?" I felt anger bubble up in me as I hissed out my next words, "For what? Like 2 weeks? I was in there for 8 years Malia. 8 years I was locked away. You only spent 2. So don't come at me and preach you know how I feel. Because you will never know how I feel." For a second I thought I heard a growl coming from her but I chalked it up to my imagination. She opened her mouth to say something to me but I quickly shut it. I let out a defeated sigh before I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Tomorrow's going to be a long day, I should probably get some shut eye. Thanks for the pizza." Malia bit her lip and looked as if she was going to say something else but instead she left my room without another word. I threw myself onto my bed before groaning. Welcome home, Sydney.
There's so many fanfic's out there with Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Alison, Isaac, (and hell, even a few with Danny having a sister/brother) but I haven't seen that many with Malia having a a family remember. This chapter was incredibly short and was a mainly a introduction of my OC Sydney and Malia's relationship. At the moment this is going to be a Liam/OC fic. Thiw takes place around season 4 when (obviously) Liam enters the story. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter and I will be posting the next one (which will be way longer) really soon. I would really appreciate if you leave a review below to tell me if I should continue.
Till next time,
-manupstud