"A/N:Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC
A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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This chapter is sort of like a flashback on how my character came to be friends with all of the characters in Teen Wolf.

Chapter 1: Becoming Friends: Pt 1


Amethyst's P.O.V.


~~ Stiles~~

The first time I met Stiles, I was nine years old.

We had just moved in across the street from the Sheriff's Deputy's house when I saw him. He was a skinny little kid with adorable floppy brown hair and amazing whiskey amber eyes with gold and cinnamon colored flecks in them. I thought his eyes were breathtaking. To me, they were even better than glowing werewolf eyes but they were filled with such sadness and grief. They were breaking my heart. All I want to do was find a way to cheer him up.

I begged my parents to go meet him but in the end it was Stiles that came over to our house. He was kicking a soccer ball around in his front yard but he kicked the ball with too much force and it flew over and landed at the end of our driveway. He looked shocked at how far the ball had gone. He cautiously crossed the street and slowly walked up to our driveway. He grabbed the ball and turned to go but I jumped off the front steps and ran to meet him.

"Hi. I'm Amethyst but you can call me Misty." I say cheerfully when I reach him and he tentatively smiles back at me.

"I'm Stiles." He says, still wary of me. The way he is acting reminds me of young frightened werewolves.

"Hmm. Stiles. I like it, it fits you." I says and he gives me a goofy little smile.

"Can I play with you?" I ask shyly, crossing my arms behind my back and looking up at him under my long black eyelashes. He hesitates for a second before smiling at me widely and handing me the ball. I grin, drop the ball, and take off giggling. He chase me and we get into a game of soccer tag/tug of war. We were wrestle each other for the ball when frantic shouting reaches my ears.

"Stiles! Stiles! Where are you?" Shouts a man and we sit up. The man spots Stiles next to me and rushes over. He is tall with brown hair with hints of blonde on the top and the warmest brown eyes that instantly make you feel safe and protected, like he would never let any harm come to you.

"Thank Goodness you alright." He says the panic in his voice slowly going down. "Oh. Hi. Who are you?" He asks noticing me sitting next to Stiles.

"I'm Amethyst Adolpha Dux. We just moved in a couple days ago. Do you want to talk to my parents?" I ask curiously. He looks from me to Stiles before turning back to me and nodding. I stand up and laugh. Stiles and most likely me have leaves, twigs and dirt all over. I brush myself off the best I could before straightening my back, holding my head high and lead them in our house. I smell dad's surprise and worry as I open the front door and usher Stiles and his dad in.

"Daddy. This is Stiles and Stiles's Dad." I say and dad gets up and firmly shakes his hand. Dad is a tall muscular man with light brown hair with hints of blonde hair and the most gorgeous (in my opinion) blue grey eyes that in the world. They make you feel safe and protected like Stiles's dad.

"Hello, I'm John Stilinski. Stiles is my son." Mr. Stilinski says to my dad.

"Richard Dux. Seems like our kids get along pretty well." Dad comments, eyebrow arched at the state Stiles and I are in. I smile at him innocently before turning and whispering to Stiles "Want to go sneak a cookie from my mom?" and his eyes light up. At that moment I vowed to do anything I can to make and keep him smiling like that. To keep his eyes full of happiness and laughter

"We have to be careful though. Stiles is a little troublemaker." He says and my dad laughs heartily.

"So is my Lil Red. Seems like Stiles and her are going to be quite the pair of troublemakers." He remarks and I nudge Stiles into the kitchen. I cautiously peer around for mom but don't see her. I wave my hand forward, signaling to Stiles it is safe and sneak over to a batch of warm gooey chocolate chip cookies are cooling. I slip one off the cooling rack and hand it Stiles before grabbing another.

"What in the world are you two doing?" A stern voice asks and we freeze. Me with my hand in midair clutching a cookie and Stiles with his mouth over his cookie mid-bite. I slowly turn around and see my mom a semi tall graceful women with long wavy inky ebony black hair and stunning emerald green eyes frowning at us with a amused teasing glint in her eyes.

"Umm. Nothing." I say ruefully and she raises her right eyebrow.

"Oh really. Now, who's this?" She asks gesturing a Stiles. I nod at him telling him it's okay and he slowly chews up his bite and swallows.

"It was her idea." He blurts out with a guilty look and mom's lips twitch upwards.

"This is Stiles and sooo not cool." I say turning to mock scowl at him. He just shrugs and takes another bite out of his cookie.

"Nice to meet you Stiles. I'm Mrs. Dux but you can call me Mrs. D." She says smiling at him warmly. She takes both of our free hand and lead us to the living room where our dad were talking about sports. Boring.

"I found this two in the kitchen sneaking a cookie." Mom announce and we just grin at our dads as they shake their heads.

"Hi. I'm Adara." Mom says holding her hand out to Stiles dad to shake. He gets up and shakes her hand.

"John Stilinski."

"Well, John how would you and Stiles like to join us Saturday for a nice home-cooked family dinner?" She ask and Stiles and I turn and give Mr. Stilinski our hopeful puppy dog eyes. He glances back and forth between us before sighing with a hint of a smile.

"Sure but for now, Stiles and I have to get going." He says and mom nods.

"Bye now. See you Saturday." Mom says, smiling.

"By Stiles!" I say happily.

Little did I know but by befriending Stiles that day, that I would get a new brother. Our friendship would be tested but I was determined to stick by Stiles no matter what challenges stood on our way.


~~Scott~~

Once I met Stiles, Scott followed close behind.

They had been friends since they were born and that's hard to compete with, luckily I didn't have to. As soon as I met Scott, I knew I had another brother. He reminded me of a werewolf or a lost puppy. He had curly chocolate brown hair and warm dark chocolate brown puppy dog eyes that could get him out of most anything. It was at the Beacon Hills summer carnival that I met Scott.

I was scanning the crowd for Stiles and his dad when I spotted Scott. He was excitedly swiveling his head in every direction, his eyes trying to take in everything at once. Excitement, joy, and awe were reflecting in his eyes but he also had this fragileness about him that made me want to protect him.

Never let him get hurt.

Never let him feel pain.

"Mommy! Look!" He said pulling on his mom's knit jacket and pointing at the Ferris Wheel with wide eyes. I looked at him standing there eyes wide in amazement and I knew we were going to be friends forever. I grin and slowly walk over to him.

"Hi." I say and he jumped in surprise.

"Hi. I'm Scott." He says, turning back to the Ferris Wheel.

"Amethyst but you can call me Misty."

"Do you want to play?" He asks, eyes hopeful and wide and I can't help but grin and nod. He grins happily and grabs my hand and drags me off to the side to toss his bouncy ball back and forth. He kept tossing the ball in the wrong direction and laughing when I have to go chasing after it.

"Would you stop doing that?" I ask my voice angry but my eyes glinting in amusement. He just laughs and shakes his head no.

"Scott!"

"Lil Red!"

"Over here!" We call out in unison then burst out laughing. My mom, dad, sister and a young women and man walk towards us. The women is petite, sparkling dark brown eyes (just like Scott's) and curly dark brown almost black hair. The man is tall with warm light brown hazel eyes with wavy light brown hair and a stubble.

My sister Roxy looks nothing like me. We may be twins but unless you were told you would never be able to guess. Rox is has blondish brown hair with the same amazing blue grey eyes as our dad. Me on the other hand looks nothing like our dad but is a spitting image of our mom. I have long inky ebony black hair with bright green eyes.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look I made another friend!" I call out and run over them.

"Mom! Dad!" Scott calls out running over to the man and women and launches himself and the man. The man catches him and swings him around, Scott laughing happily, before setting him down. Scott turns to his mom and give her a huge smile.

"Now, who this?" Mom asks gesturing to Scott and I shoot back to the time she asked me that when I first meet Stiles and we were sneaking cookies from my kitchen.

"Oh, this is Scott." I say with a wide smile. The man turns to dad and extends his arm and they shake hands.

"Hi. I'm Rafe McCall. This is my lovely wife Melisa and our little troublemaker Scott." He say with a smile.

"Hi. I'm Adara Dux. This is my wonderful husband Richard and our little troublemakers, twins Amethyst and Roxanne." Mom say point at Roxanne and me as she says our names. I smile and wave at them happily.

"Twins?" Mrs. McCall asks, eyebrows raised.

"They're Fraternal Twins." Mom explains and Mrs. McCall nods.

"Makes sense."

I sigh in boredom. I suddenly smile and grab Roxanne's hand and drag her over to where Scott is standing and looking bored.

"This is my twin sister Roxanne." I say to Scott.

"Hi." He says shyly.

"Hi. Want to asks to go on a ride?" She asks and his face lights up.

"Yes."

"Definitely."

"Well, then come on." She say going over to where our parents are happily talking.

"Can we go on a ride?" We chorus. Our parents look at each other before smiling widely.

"Sure." They says and we squeal in excitement.

We pick the biggest roller coaster that they had and excitedly get in line. A few minutes later we are being strapped in two our cart. When we go up the hill our heart beats as fast as a cheetah. When we go down the hill there are a million butterflies in our stomachs.

As we slowly yet reassuring climb our way to the top of the steep hill, we look to your side and see the ground below inching away as we make our way towards the skies. As we reach the top, thoughts in our head are jumbled; fear, excitement, nervousness... As the cart comes to a sudden stop, our hearts are in our throat.

A sudden silence hangs above the train as the riders prepare for the stomach-turning descent. Before we know it, our hearts are back in our throat, our stomachs turning as we watch the hands of our fellow roller coaster fanatics sway in the air. The speed increases by the second, the wind blowing through our hair as we climb up the bumps, feel the shakes as the coaster twists and turns, and fall down to earth. The excitement rushes through us like the water in a river.

We scream with excitement.

Roxanne, Scott and I get to know each other and soon we are talking away. And just like with Stiles by befriending Scott, I got another brother. Our friendship would be tested but I was determined to stick by Scott no matter what challenge stood on our way and I know Roxanne feels the same way.


~~ Erica ~~

I met Erica the summer Roxy, Stiles, Scott, and I turned twelve. I hadn't ever notices her until then. In that moment she enter my radar and then never left it. If someone wasn't my friend or I didn't trust that person they didn't exist in my mind. I was hanging out in the Mall a town over from Beacon Hills when I spotted her. There was something about that was so familiar and it bugged the hell out of me. I ran my eyes over her features trying to figure out where I had met her before. She was blonde haired, browned eyed girl who seemed shy and tried not to stand out in the crowd of teenagers bustling about the mall.

With a jolt I realize where I recognized her from. She was Erica Reyes a student at Beacon Hills Middle School where I go and also has Epilepsy. She has had attacks in Coach Flintlocks gym class and other class. Not a lot of people pay attention to her including me but especially the popular kids like Lydia Martin and Jackson (Jackass) Whittemore. Right now she looks so confused and on the verge of a panic attack, that my heart goes out to her. I pretend to be texting while watching her to see if she meets up with anyone.

Five minutes later and she is still standing in the same spot and it doesn't look like she waiting for someone but more like she had her parents or parent drop her off here in an attempt to appear normal. I slowly walk towards her on a mission. I make sure my shoulder bumps hers but not to hard cause she looks kinda fragile.

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry." I apologize and she looks shocked. I'm guessing that when people bump into her they usual aren't the ones apologizing.

"It's okay. I'm fine, so we're good." She says with a tentative smile and once more I find myself vowing to do anything I can to make and keep her smiling.

"Hey, it's Erica, right?" I asks and again she looks shocked.

"Yeah. It's Erica. I'm Erica Reyes. How do you know me?" She asks narrowing her eyes but I can see the fear in them. She looks like she is expecting a verbal attack and it makes my blood boil. I can feel myself stiffen and Erica's fear grows. I can understand why she's afraid of me, I've seen myself when I get mad. I stand with my back ram rod straight, muscles tense, green eyes flashes and glinting with a anger and an air about me that just screams danger, and power. I smell her fear. It's very bitter and overwhelming. I force myself to relax and smile at her brightly.

"I'm Amethyst but you can call me Misty all my friends do." I say still smiling brightly at her and I can see her visibly relax and smile back at me.

"Does that mean were friends?" She asks tentatively, eyebrows raised.

"Only if you'll have me but be warned I am a troublemaker and a jokster." I say with my eyes glinting in amusement as she tries to figure out if I'm being serious.

"Oh what the hell. I've always wanted to do something stupid and dangerous." She says with a smirk.

"Damn girl. You've got some spunk to you." I say with a laugh.

"I guess."

"Lets go shopping." I say happily and we hook arms and walk away giggling. The next two hours or so he hit all of the girl shops in the mall. In the end Erica gets eight pieces of jewelry and I get nine.

Erica got a amazing Harry Potter 'Mischief Manged' necklace and I got a matching "I Solemnly Swear I am up to no Good ' Harry Potter necklace. We both got 'Always Sisters FOREVER friends' matching silver dog tags. She got a bronze colored necklace that says 'Never Judge A Book By It's Cover' while I got a black and silver cross dog tag.

We also got matching rings that have 'A Promise is Forever' on the inside of the bands while the outside's have three overlapping bands with a two diamonds. The only difference between our rings is that Erica's is gold while mine is silver. We also got two other matching silver open crossover rings that say 'Best Bitches' and 'Best Friends' on the outside of the band.

We got two silver matching heart necklace that say 'Best Friends' and 'Sisters Forever' that pull apart so each of us can have half of the heart. We have matching silver chain bracelets. Erica's has a key and says Forever while mine has a lock that says Friends and I also got a necklace that is bronze and says 'Little Asskicker' and has a tiny bronze gun on it.