Stiles
"Tag!" Dylan squealed happily, slapping me across the back.
"I'll get you!" I laughed, chasing after him. I settled for tagging Kira. Kira chased Dylan but the seven year old evaded he. Everyone was here. My pack. My friends. My mother was sitting at the picnic table engaged in deep conversation with Melissa, Scott's mother. They had once been good friends and spoke as if they hadn't been separated at all. My father and Scott's father were at the barbecue, cooking burgers and hotdogs for the rest of us. Derek sat by Melissa and my mother, watching us. Cora was now 'it' and was struggling to tag Scott. My little brother was giggling cheerfully. Lydia and Aiden had stopped playing and were sitting next to each other on the grass. Danny and Ethan were sitting just a few meters away. Ethan was whispering something in Danny's ear and the two began to laugh. Dylan was 'it' now, and was trying to catch Isaac. The curly haired blonde was running and as if someone had tripped him, he fell, earning a mouthful of dirt and grass. Everyone exploded in a fit of laughter, including Isaac. Dylan held out his small hand, waiting for Isaac to take it.
"Thanks," Isaac grinned, letting Dylan help him up. When Isaac was back on his feet, Dylan tapped his arm and run away squealing with glee. He seemed really happy. I heard the gate creak open and turned to see who had opened it. Malia slowly walked over.
"Sorry I'm late." She mumbled. "I was with Peter."
"It's fine." I shrugged. "There wasn't an exact time. It was just kinda, show up whoever." I told her.
"So I didn't miss anything?" She raised an eyebrow.
"No." I shook my head. "You didn't miss anything." I barely had time to finish my sentence when something came barreling into my legs, knocking me onto my back, winding me. I slammed my head on the grass hard. Someone climbed on top of my had sat, giggling. I lifted my head to see Dylan, his brown eyes glimmering.
"I got you, Stiles!" Dylan cheered.
"Yeah, little buddy." I laughed. "You got me." Droplets of rain started to fall.
"Uh oh!" My dad laughed. "It's a good thing that we finished all the cooking before it started raining. Come on you guys, let's move this inside." Derek and Scott's father helped my father carry all the food to the living room. We all laughed, and had fun. When everyone had left, it was just Dylan, my father and my mother. They were cleaning up at the kitchen downstairs and I was putting Dylan to bed. The seven year old climbed underneath his covers and I sat down on the corner of his bed. There was a loud thunder bang from outside. The light rainfall that had ruined our picnic had turned into a storm. There was a streak of lighting, clearly visible from the window. Another thunder clap boomed from outside, startling Dylan and making him jump. He didn't seem to like the storm.
"Stiles?" He asked wearily.
"Yeah?" I said softly.
"Will you stay with me until the storm ends?" He pleaded quietly.
"I'll always stay with you, little buddy." I answered. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
Well here we are. Sadly, this story has come to an end. What did you think of this ending? I'm sorry I made you wait so long between chapters. I just had a lot of things like school and sports teams to focus on and I also had major writers block on this story. I had the idea for this story when I watched a video on YouTube. It had the same concept And I thought it would be a good story. If you want to watch it, search up 'Stiles and Claudia- Losing your memory' it's an awesome video. If you want, go check out my other Teen Wolf fanfics. It'd be much appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Please review!