"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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Chapter 1: Becoming Friends: Pt 2
Amethyst's P.O.V.
~~ Nate~~
The first time I met Nathan was the summer I turned fifteen. It was the summer after I lost Ash. When I lost Ash I lost my best friend. My Protector. My first love. And I thought I would never be all right after losing him. I wasn't ever happy. Even Scotty, Roxy, Sty (Stiles) and Rikki (Erica) couldn't get much of a response out of me. Then Nate appeared in my life.
I was sitting on a park bench in L.A. when I noticed a sexy looking light brown haired, warm brown eyed guy heading in my general direction. "He is sooo cute! NO! Don't think like that Amethyst Adolpha Dux! You know what happened the last time you liked a guy." I remind myself.
"Hi." says a voice above my head. I look up and see his eyes clearly for the first time. He has the most vibrant brown eyes that seems to have different shades of brown in them. He also has a very alluring bad boy personality about him.
"Hi." I say tearing tear my eyes away from his eyes and look him up and down. He wears black dress shirt, tan pants, black combat boots, a red leather jacket, and a silver cross necklace. I look back up and see the guy smirking at me.
"Like what you see?" The guy asks smirking when a fierce red blush creeps up my neck and onto my face. "Stop it!" I chastise myself. I haven't blushed like this since Ash.
"Am I sitting in your spot or something?" I asks in forced politeness, the warmth gone from my voice. He frowns at the change in my voice but then smiles again. He sits down beside me and starts texting.
"Sooo, I'm Nathaniel Vulcan and you are?" He asks.
"Amethyst Adolpha Dux." I say shortly. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I am clutching my book. I determinedly stare at my book ignoring him, hoping he will go away.
"Your kinda anti-social." He says and I can't help but snort at that.
"No I'm not. I love people but I'm a grenade. People tend to get hurt around me so I would like to minimize the casualties." I say my voice full of longing and regret. He frowns.
"I don't believe you. I believe that you are more afraid of being hurt than getting other people hurt. Other people you can help if they get hurt but yourself...you can't."He says and have to work really hard to contain my shock. That was such a sensitive and in-dept thing for a guy to say. He chuckles at the look on my face.
My old fighting spirit rears it's head. For a minute a flash of my old self appears. I can feel myself stiffen and Nathan's fear permeates the air. I'm sitting 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 is fear. It's very bitter and overwhelming. I force myself to relax.
"Just go away." I mutter and turn my back to him. He stares at me and I pointedly ignore him. Unfortunately for me he does not go away but instead stays beside me on the bench. I fidget trying to ignore him. I am hyper aware of his body warmth on my back. My body longs to melt into his warmth while my brain screams at me not to give in.
My heart longs to be fixed. I long to be fixed. I long for someone to wipe away the pain of loosing Ash.
To make me whole again.
To make me happy again.
To replace all of the bad memories with good ones.
Feeling annoyed at myself for feeling like this I lash out and unfortunately for him Nathan was the only one around for me to direct my anger at. "GO AWAY!" I snap my patience worn out.
"No." He say calmly and I stare at him in disbelief. My resolve to look strong breaks and I crumbly. I start to sob and he looks shocked. After a moment he hesitantly wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. I instinctively curl up into his chest and cry until I have no tears left. He gently wipes my tears away and cups my head. I try to pull away, to push him away but he doesn't let me.
"You are going to be okay. I know it hurts like hell right now but eventually everything is going to be fine and you are going be be fine. You are going to be happy. I know what it feels like to lose someone you love but you will get over it. You will not forget them but you will be happy. You are a strong confident, beautiful girl and someday you will feel like it again. You will become the girl that rocks that sexy as hell outfit you're wearing with confidence again."
He says this with such confidence that I am completely and utterly shocked to my core. This stranger, someone I don't even know is telling me I will be alright. That I'll be happy. That I will learn to live my life again. That my life will go on without Ash even if he is still alive in my heart. As I look into his eyes, I believe him.
I don't know why but I do.
~~Time Skip~~
For week on end everyday I went to that park and sat on that same bench. And every time without fail Nathan was there. Sometimes he would talk about random things. Sometimes he would tell me about himself and his family. Sometimes he would read. Or play on his phone. Everyday week after week I would pretend to ignore him. Everyday I would tell myself I was just going to that park to get away from my parents and everyday I would be lying to myself.
I went to that park because of him.
And I hated it.
Yet I also loved it.
But I was also scared.
The last time I had gotten close to someone, that last time I loved someone they had gotten killed. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I brought that on Nathan. So, I tried to push him away, I really did but the harder I pushed him away the harder he pushed to get close to me.
I didn't realize how much I counted on Nathan being at our bench until the day he wasn't there. I had tried to be happy. I mean he wasn't going to bug he and he would be safe. But I waited on our bench just encase he decided to come back. An hour passed and then a half an hour. Dejectedly I head home. About an block from the park, a boy came running down the sidewalk and slammed into me. We went down in a tangle of limbs. He pushed himself off of me and I found myself looking into the gorgeous dark brown eyes of Nathan.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late. I lost track of time and fell asleep." He says untangle his limbs from mine and getting up. He offers me his hand and I take it. My heart unclenches and I subconsciously relax.
"It's fine. Do...do you want to maybe come to my house...and I dunno have dinner...with my family?" I ask nervously fidgeting. I giant smile breaks across his face. He looks so happy and triumphant. He knows he has finally broken down all my walls. All of the walls I built to keep people out well.. they're tumbling down.
And they didn't even put up a fight.
They didn't even make a sound.
Nathan was my saving grace.
He was everything I need and more at that time.
The day I let Nathan in was the day I gained another best friend.
And in the future maybe...just maybe something more.
~~Boyd~~
I met Boyd the summer that the gang and I turned sixteen. By the time I met Boyd I was slowly and steadily becoming myself again. I had five wonderful best friends, Roxy, Scotty, Sty, Rikki, and Nate (Nathan). The summer I turned sixteen had be pretty uneventful. I spent time with Roxy, Scott and Sty. Rikki, Roxy and I had plenty of girl only days.
I had just turned sixteen two weeks ago. I had wanted a car for my sweet sixteen but unfortunately for me that didn't happen. As I lounge around in my bedroom I daydreamed all of the things I could be doing right now if I had a car. I groan in frustration and head down stairs and out back into our second garage.
My dad is leaning over my sisters surprise present. He and I are restoring a '68 Chevrolet Camaro RS Coupe for Foxy. I already have plans to get it painted a glossy black with red stripes down the middle and red details. My dad straightens up and yelps when he sees me over by the doorway. He jumps and hits his head on the hood and lets out a couple curse.
"Lets not tell your mom about this...okay?" He asks turning to give me a sheepish grin. I grin and laugh. He tries to look angry but ends up cracking up. I smile softly at the sight of me dad laughing. He's a tall brownish blonde haired man with bright blue grey eyes the are filled with happiness. He has a stubble and smile line around his eyes and mouth.
"So...about that car you were going to get me." I say trying to take advantage of his happiness. He shakes his head in amusement.
"I told you. You need job in order to get a car." He says grabbing a once white but now black rag and wiping his hands off.
"Why do I have to get a job in order to get a car but Roxy just gets her car." I say pouting. I turn my puppy dog eyes to the max volume and look at my dad.
"Because she doesn't go around getting in trouble and getting arrested." He says pointing a wrench at me. I lower my eyes and blink up at him innocently.
"Go to Riley's Mechanic's. Ask for Riley. He a blond haired, green eyed guy. He's a friend and he could get you a job." Dad says and I sigh. Seems like he's serious about me getting a job.
"Fine. I'll go now." I say pulling my phone out and shooting Stiles a text to come pick me up.
"In that?" He asks and I look up.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I ask looking down at me outfit. I am wear a burgundy floral lace crop top with white short and a brown belt, under my shorts printed tribal leggings that are see through with the tribal design crawling up my legs like a tattoo. I have on brown ankle boots with the top folded over reveling plaid lining and a brown hat. I have of my black triskelion earring with that matching necklace. I also have a wolf fang on a leather cord necklace on and with brown steam punk bracelet and my sleek black watch. To top of my outfit I have on my black and silver triskelion ring and a burgundy red and silver ring.
"Uh...your stomach and back or showing with that shirt and you're also showing to much leg." He says protectively. I give him a hug, giggling and running to the house. Stiles is already in front of my house and is leaning on his jeep, aka Rockin Roscoe.
"What's up?" He ask giving me a side hug. I snuggle in his chest and smile up at him.
"I need you to take me to a job interview." I say.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot I only exist to you when you need something." He say mock angrily, untangles himself from me and walking over to the drivers side.
"Yup." I say happily popping the p. He stops, widens his eyes, put a hand over his heart and plasters a hurt expression on his face. "You wound me." He says dramatically.
"You'll live." I say sliding into the passenger seat with a smile.
Once I get to Riley's Mechanic's, I get out and goes around, shoving Sty back in jeep by hand on face because I know that he will screw this up for me. I go inside right up to the front counter and look back. Stiles is craning his head around and flailing for some reason. I slap my hand to face and roll my eyes. "Its like leaving a child in the car alone" I see the guy my dad described and walk up to him.
"Are you Riley?" I asks and he looks me up and down.
"Who's asking?" He asks with his right eyebrow raised.
"The multiple shows you stole that line from." I quip with a grin and he raises both eyebrows and mutter "Whelp" I squawks which is not like me at all and he snickers. I fold my arms and pout.
"I need a job. " I state and he raises his eyebrows again.
"Oh really" He says and I raise my eyebrows.
"Yes indeed, thanks for noticing, its not like I just said that two seconds ago." I snark back. I hear a noise, I turn and sees Stiles with his head out the window like a dog. I cringe and slowly turns back around.
"I need a car! My dad Richard is your friend and he says I need to get a job to have a car. I need a car before my friends kill me with stupidity. Stupidity is suffocating me in that car." I plead and he snorts.
"It isn't funny" I mutter.
"You've got quite an attitude on you." He observes.
"Don't confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am. How I've been acting since you meet me is my personality. My attitude depends on who you are." I say and he smiles.
"What do you have experience in?" He asks.
"Experience in dealing with morons." I say seriously. He grins and says "You have a job." I nod superiously and say "Of course, I am awesome like that" with a grin.
"Don't push it whelp."He says and walks away. I glare and stick my tongue out at his back and someone snorts. I see a huge guy and smirk at him, causing him to roll his eyes. I bounce over and latch on to his arm, blinking innocently.
"We're gonna be bffs." I say and he snorts again. I grin and saunter back down to Sty's jeep.
~~Time Skip (Days)~~
"Come B- Boy." I plead and Boyd looks down at me in amusement. I turn my puppy dogs eyes on and he breaks. I hear him sigh in defeat and grin
"Fine...I'll come with you to get a tattoo but if you get in trouble when your parents see it...I had no idea." He says and I cheer. I already have an idea for the tattoo I want. It is a crescent moon that is silvery-blue and has the words "What is simple in the moonlight, by the morning...never is." beside it. It's in cursive so it loops and swirls elegantly across my skin.
I also want a French tattoo up under my bra line on the right that means "Family, blood or not, chosen or not, is the best gift of all and should be treasured" It take a half an hour to get to the tattoo shop a town over and I'm already starting to rethink my decision to get two tattoo's.
"Ready?" Boyd asks and I nod bravely. I straighten my shoulders and march into the tattoo parlor. I stop in awe at all of the pictures of the beautiful tattoo's that line the wall.
"Can I help you?" A smooth sultry man's voice says from behind me. I spin around and come face to face with one of the most drop dead handsome men in the world. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color. He has short brown hair and is completely and utterly drop dead gorgeous.
"Yeah I want two tattoo's." I say, find my voice again. I hand him my fake drivers licence and the pages that have my designs on them. He gives them a quick look over and shake his head.
"I can do this. Follow me."
I grab Boyd's hand and drag him back with me. He gets me settled in a chair and starts to get his equipment ready.
"Where do you want them?" He ask gesturing to my body.
"The moon one on my right leg under my bikini line and the other on my right side up under my bra line." I say gesturing to the spots that I want them.
"Okay...so the shirt and short/tights need to go." He says with a challenging smirk. I slip my shirt up over my head throw it at Boyd. I slip off my boots, tights and shorts and hand those off to Boyd also. I sit back down and smirk at him but I am all to aware that I'm only in my bra and underwear.
"Leg first?" He asks and I nod. I grip Boyd's hand and groan. He carefully cleans the area before starting. Half way through the first tattoo I groan and squeeze Boyd's hand tightly.
"First time?" The guys asks and I nod the tiniest bit.
"Names Theo and I got my first tattoo at sixteen too." He says and I look at him in surprise. My id said I was eighteen.
"How'd you know?" I ask and he grins an shakes his head.
"A hunch and there also the fact that you just confirmed it." He says with a smile. With a jolt I realize he had distracted me and finished the tattoo. He cleans and bandage my thigh before moving on to my chest. I realize that he distracted me so I wouldn't concentrate on the fact that a needle is putting ink up under my skin and got me to relax.
"You're still going to do the second one?" I ask surprise as I watch him clean up under my bra and makes sure there is plenty of black ink left.
"Yeah..I figured you would go to the other tattoo parlor in to town but I can do much better that them and I'm much safer too." He says with a shrug and finishes up the last line. Just then my phone rings and my eyes widen. Boyd shoots me a reassuring smile and answers my phone as he walks away.
"Now that your friends gone I can burn you tattoo's on." Theo says and again my eyes widen.
"I've tattooed enough were-creatures to recognize when someone's one." He says to answer my unspoken question. He grabs the blowtorch and I grip the arms of the seat with a death grip. He lowers the flames to my chest and I clench my teeth so I don't scream. He quickly and thoroughly burns my tattoo's on and bandages them.
"Thanks." I beam.
"No Problem. Come back if you want anymore." He says and I nod. I pay him and wave bye. I get in the car and we head home. With Boyd I got another best friend.
Another brother.
He was mine and I was going to protect him even if I died trying. Boyd and I became bffs. Bonding over cars, music and movies and tv shows. Later on we would become bwffs (Best Werewolf Friends Forever).
~~ Issac ~~
I also met Issac the summer that the gang and I turned sixteen. Just like Erica and I hadn't ever noticed him until the moment he appeared on my radar. And just like Erica he enter my radar and then never left. By the time I met Issac I was myself again. I had six wonderful best friends, I have Roxy, Scotty, Sty, Rikki, Nate (Nathan) and B-Boy (Boyd).
The summer I turned sixteen had be pretty uneventful. I spent time with Roxy, Scott and Sty. Rikki, Roxy and I had plenty of girl only days. I got my very first job at a mechanics shop, were I met and became friends with Boyd or B-Boy as I like to call him. I had a trip planed to go see Nate in L.A. near the end of summer. This summer couldn't have gone better in my opinion but I still had a lot of time of my hands. Since I had always loved France and wanted to speak French (The Language of Love) I jumped at the chance to take the summer french course they were have at the Beacon Hills High School.
It was there on the first day of class that I saw him. I don't know what drew my eyes to him but as soon as I laid eyes on him I knew we were going to have a amazing friendship. He is slouched down in his seat, practically begging no one to come near him. He has thick wavy brown/blonde hair and amazing aquamarine blue eyes. His nose is nice and his lips look extremely kissable. Luck would have it the teacher Mr. Clenden pairs me up with him for the whole class.
For three weeks I sat with him but never got up the courage to talk to him. My old doubt about bring humans into my life popped up and no matter how much I tried I couldn't get rid of them. So I stuck to observing him. The four and final week of the course I finally gathered my courage to talk to him about no homework related things.
"Thank you for finally joining us Ms. Dux's." Mr. Clenden says as I enter my summer Advanced Modern and Ancient French class. I smirk cockily and say, "Votre bienvenus." (You're so welcome) in perfect French. Mr. Clenden glares at me and gestures to me to take a seat. When I do, he turns to the rest of the class.
"Alright for today's assignment you are going to be working with your partner. There is to be complete silence while you work. Your assignment will be to collaborate on a poem together. The topic is for the two of you to decide and it must be in french. Bonne chance! (Good Luck)" Mr. Clendon says.
As soon as he is done talking, I watch as everyone goes to their partners and pair up. I haven't made any friends in this class, but I do have Issac my partner. I scan the classroom till I spot him. I shyly walk over to the desk beside his and sit down.
"Hi." I say shyly.
"Um. Hi." He says glancing over at me. I hesitant then ask ""So, what do you want to write about?"
"R-Really? Y-You w-want m-me to p-pick the subject?" He asks in surprise.
"Yeah. Why not?" I ask sending a hesitant but reassuring smile.
"P-People don't u-usually let me pick b-because they think I'm weird." He says. My eyes flash angrily and I clench my fist. I catch sight of myself in the reflection of his silver water bottle and my eyes widen in surprise. My eyes had seem to have green flames dancing across my pupils.
"Why in the world would they think that? I mean you're drop dead gorgeous." I say while I internal chanting the phrase "Alpha, Beta, Omega, Past, Present, Future."
He blushes then says, "B- Because I work in the g-graveyard."
"Well that doesn't matter to me." I say giving him a smile.
"T-That's a f-first." He remarks.
"You know you kinda remind me of Scott." I say after a while. "He's-"
"Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. I-I know. I s-see you talk t-to them w-when they're on t-the bench at lacrosse practice." He says and I nod.
"You on the lacrosse team or do you just watch?" I ask.
"I'm on the lacrosse team." He says kinda shy. I think for a moment and then snap my fingers at him and he flinches.
"Are you okay?" I asks suspiciously. I reach a hand out to touch him and I notice his hands go up instinctively to protect his face.
"Fine. You just scared me." He says unconvincingly but I drop the subject. I nod then hold out my hand and say, "Give me your phone." He does and at his questioning look I say, "I'm putting my phone number in your phone so I can text you my address after school tomorrow, so we can meet up and do something fun. I'm under Misty."
"Y-You really w-want to do that?" He asks surprised.
"Yes, Adonis." I say firmly.
"Adonis?" He asks curious.
"Yeah. In Greek mythology, he is the god of beauty and desire. Like I said before your drop dead gorgeous, so it's only fitting that I give you a nickname that means gorgeous." I says internally smirking at his blush.
"T-That's also my m-middle n-name." He says.
"Really now. Your parents choose a perfect middle name." I says smiling at him. I pointedly look at our notebooks and he blushes. "F-Friendship." he says and I nod.
A few minutes later Isaac nudges me and says, "I have: L'amitié est l'un des plus grands trésors de la vie. Des amis qui sont fidèles sont toujours là pour vous faire rire quand vous êtes en bas, ils n'ont pas peur de vous aider à éviter les erreurs et ils regardent dans votre meilleur intérêt. Ce genre d'ami peut être difficile à trouver, mais ils offrent une amitié qui durera toute une vie."
(Friendship is one of life's greatest treasures. Friends that are loyal are always there to make you laugh when you are down, they are not afraid to help you avoid mistakes and they look out for your best interest. This kind of friend can be hard to find, but they offer a friendship that will last a lifetime.)
"I love it." I say.
"I have: Les meilleurs amis se serrer les coudes jusqu'à la fin, ils sont comme une ligne droite qui ne confiance à l'autre pour toujours, peu importe si vous êtes dehors, vous êtes peut être votre héros et sauver la journée, ils ne quitteront jamais votre côté, ils sont là pour vous aider quand vous tombez, vos vrais amis sont les meilleurs de tous. Quand je pense à notre amitié, je commence à voir, Les mots ne peuvent pas décrire ce que vous voulez dire à moi. Lorsque ce monde froid et dur a me solitaire et bleu, je regarde pour voir mon ange, mon doux ange, vous."
(Best friends stick together till the end. They are like a straight line that will not bend. They trust each other forever, No matter if you're apart you are together. They can be your hero and save the day, They will never leave your side they are her to stay. They are there to help you up when you fall, Your true friends are best of all. As I think of our friendship, I begin to see, Mere words can't describe what you mean to me. When this cold, hard world has me lonesome and blue, I look up to see my angel, my sweet angel, you. )
"I l-like it." Isaac says.
"Do you want to write it all down nice and neat in French or should I do it?" I ask him.
"I'll d-do it." He says.
"Alright and I'll do the English version." I say and he nods. Six minutes later we are finished and waiting for the last few people to finish. To pass the time I sneak on my phone to look at funny post. I snicker softly and Issac gives me a curious look. I tilt my phone screen so he can see and he immediately starts to snicker too. I scroll down to read the rest of the post. Issac manages to laughs softly but I wasn't so lucky. I let of a loud and happy giggle.
"Something funny Miss Dux's?" Mr Clenden asks sternly glaring at me which just sends me into another fit of laughter.
"No Sir." I choke out. He continues to glare at me before turning to the rest of the class.
"Alright. Now that everyone is done I will have a few of you come up and read you poems out loud. " He pauses then looks at Isaac and me and says, "Since you seem to be enjoying yourselves Lahey and Dux's, you can go first. Decide which one of you is going to read the french version of the poem and which one is going to read the English version." He say gesturing mockingly for us to get up and stand to the side of his desk. We look at each other.
Issac looks panicked but I just gently squeeze his arm and smile reassuringly at him. Isaac picks up the french version and walks to the front of the class. I smile a hate filled smile at Mr. Clenden then grab the English version and stand beside Issac. He takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves and starts to recite the French version of our poem. At first he stumbles and stutter but he gradually grows more confident. It shows. He start to stand up straighter and speaking slow and steadily.
"L'amitié est l'un des plus grands trésors de la vie. Des amis qui sont fidèles sont toujours là pour vous faire rire quand vous êtes en bas, ils n'ont pas peur de vous aider à éviter les erreurs et ils regardent dans votre meilleur intérêt. Ce genre d'ami peut être difficile à trouver, mais ils offrent une amitié qui durera toute une vie. Les meilleurs amis se serrer les coudes jusqu'à la fin, ils sont comme une ligne droite qui ne se déforme pas. Ils font confiance à l'autre pour toujours, peu importe si vous êtes dehors, vous êtes ensemble. Ils peuvent être votre héros et sauver la journée, Ils ne quittent jamais votre côté, ils sont là pour rester. Ils vous aidentquand vous tombez, Vos vrais amis sont le meilleur de je pense à notre amitié, je commence à voir, Les mots nepeuvent pas décrire ce que vous voulez dire à moi. Lorsque cemonde froid et dur a me solitaire et bleu, je regarde pour voir mon ange, mon doux ange, vous."
When he finishes there is a loud applause and I wait till they are finished before I start. I smile at Issac proudly and he gives me a smirk. I blink shocked. I see a future wear Issac breaks out of his shell and becomes a sexy confident, arrogant, sarcastic asshole. Mr. Clenden clears his throat impatiently and I blush. The class snickers and I open mouth and start to read.
"Friendship is one of life's greatest treasures. Friends that are loyal are always there to make you laugh when you are down, they are not afraid to help you avoid mistakes and they look out for your best interest. This kind of friend can be hard to find, but they offer a friendship that will last a lifetime. Best friends stick together till the end,They are like a straight line that will not bend. They trust each other forever, No matter if you're apart you are together. They can be your hero and save the day,They will never leave your side they are here to stay. They help you up when you fall, Your true friends are best of all. As I think of our friendship, I begin to see, Mere words can't describe what you mean to me. When this cold, hard world has me lonesome and blue, I look up to see my angel, my sweet angel, you."
There is more applause as we take our seats. I start texting him and ignoring the rest of the people presenting their poems. At the end of the class I say, "Text you later." to Isaac before we go our separate ways.
A/N: The Quote "Don't confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are." belongs to Frank Ocean. I would also like to thank my wonderful Beta for her help on this chapter. Boyd'd scene especially. Let me know what you think.
