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.
A/N:
Home Sweet Home
Amethyst P.O.V.
I climb down the steps of the airplane and look around. I've only been here for a few minutes and already the heat has enveloped me. I can't help but grin. In a few moments I will see my Mom and Dad, Adara and Richard. I glance around again and grin when I spot them.
"Gem!" Mom shrieks and throws her arms around me when I walk up to them. At the beginning of summer if she had done that I would have fallen and taken her down with me. Now, I have way better balance.
I chuckle and wrap my arms around her waist. I breath in her scent and allow myself to relax. I look up and see the boyishly handsome face of my dad. With a pang I realize I just how much I missed them. I grin at my dad and he ruffles my hair fondly as we walk to the car.
"Lil Red." He says fondly.
A little while later as we pull up to our house, I look around. Across the street from us, Stiles's blue and black '80 Jeep (Rockin' Roscoe) is in the driveway along with his dad's sheriff cruiser.
"Later." Dad promises, seeing the look in my eyes. I grin. They don't know I'm home so that means I can surprise them and by surprise them I mean scare the crap out of them.
"Oh shit." Dad mutters. I hear and sent him a mischievous grin. Dad tries to shake his head no and glare at me but I conveniently don't see him. I grab my carry on bag that I took with me and walk into the house. It smells of chocolate chip cookie and my mouth starts to water.
"It smells soooooo good in here." I exclaim, sucking in deep breaths. Mom smiles. I searched the room looking for Roxy. She wasn't there. My heart drops. My twin isn't here. My sister isn't even here to welcome me back home.
"Here let me show you your room." Mom says nervously. While I was away my mom and dad redid my bedroom. When we walk into my room, I gasp in surprise. My walls was painted as if I was inside a forest. There is a black chaise sat under my three large windows. On the chaise is a green blanket and behind it is a tall black lamp. Beside my chaise is a small round black table. On either side of my windows are two giant floor to ceiling bookcases. Leaning against the right bookcase is my light brown country style guitar.
I have two nightstands beside my bed with black lamps. My bed set is a beautiful black bed frame with a gorgeous forest scene comforter and pillows. A small pillow with the words "Live well. Laugh often. Love more." sits front and center on the bed. I smile softly. Boyd gave me that. Above my bed are to framed sayings on old parchment paper that Rikki gave me. One says in forest green cursive writing "Throw me to the wolves and I'll come back leading the pack." and the other says in bold black and white block letters "I run with the wolves."
"Your bathroom is over there." My mom says, while pointing to the left. I go in and it is gorgeous. The first I see is the shower with beautiful forest background. It has a shower, tub, along with a sink, a full length mirror, and toilet. I walk back over to my mom and dad and hug them.
"Thank you, it's perfect." I say happily.
"Hey, don't forget to check out your closet." Dad jokes. I squeal and run over to my closet. It is a beautiful walk-in closet with a window and the end, shelves and drawers on either side of the wall, and a huge leather rug. On the front of my closet door are three framed pictures. The top one is a bloody red rose by a puddle of blood on old parchment paper. Roxy made that for me. The middle one is a saying. It says in big bold black letter "Born to be wild" Stiles gave that one to me. The last one is a sketch of a white rose on old parchment paper that Nathan sketched for me.
"Thank You! Thank You!" I exclaim and my parents laugh. This room matches me perfectly. My parents smile at each other and my dad wraps his arms around my mother and gives her a side hug.
"Told you she'd like it." Dad tells Mom and she rolls her eyes. She starts to shove me out of my room, him laughing the whole time. "Well, we'll leave you to it." she says over her shoulder, finally getting him all the way out of my doorway and closing the door.
When they leave, I flop backwards on my bed and sigh. After a few minutes I get up and go into my bathroom and get in the shower. When I am done, I put on my robe and walk over to my closet. I pick out my outfit. It is black studded shorts. The silver studs go down the side of my shorts and curve in a line under my pockets. I slip them on and grab a shirt. It is a black tank top that was too big so I tied it in the front. It has a yellow and black batman symbol on it.
I run a brush through my hair. I put yellow streaks in it this morning. I go to my jewelry box and pull out my silver wolf necklace and put it on. I grab my wide band leather bracelet with the silver buckles, secure it on my left wrist and put a black and yellow batman bracelet on my right wrist. I put in my batman earrings and put on my batman necklace.
I put my batman phone case on my phone and slip it in my black and yellow batman backpack with my headphones, keys, lighter and a yellow dagger. I put on my batman and joker rings, grab my sunglasses and start to leave before I remember to slip on some ankle socks and my black and yellow Nike batman shoes. I run down the stairs and grab my black vest. I slip it on. Time to go scare that crap out of some dear friends of mine.
"Mom, Dad, I'm heading out! Be back later!" I open the door as they reply.
"Okay! Love you!" Mom shouts, "And be safe!" Dad shouts and I roll my eyes fondly.
"Alright! Love you too. Bye!" I shout, then leave shutting the door tightly behind me. I head across the street to see the Stilinski clan. As I run up the sidewalk to the front door I notice that everything still looks the same. I grin. Scott owes me $20 bucks. In the beginning of summer Stiles announced that he was going to get around to painting the house. So, Scott and I made a bet. Scott said that Sty would start painting the house but not finish and I bet the he wouldn't start painting the house at all.
I lift the potted plant to grab the spare key hidden underneath when a shadow falls over me and clears their throat. I freeze then slowly look up. Mr. Stilinski is standing over me with his arms crossed.
"Papa Bear!" I exclaim happily, jumping up and wrapping my arms around him. He laughs and wraps his arms around me. I release my grip on him and step back.
"Look at you! You've grown. You're almost as tall as me!" He exclaims and I laugh.
"Stiles home?" I ask with a grin and he groans, a knowing look in his eyes. Whenever we all get together there is bound to be a mess and/or complaints to the station.
"Yes...but...no calls to the station about you three...PLEASE!"He pleads and I smirk.
"How else are we going to keep you guys on your toes?" I asks cheekily. He shakes his head in defeat and heads down the sidewalk to his cruiser. I start to head up to the door when an idea pops into my head. I spin back around and race over to Mr. Stilinski's car.
"Do you still have those two slime guns in the front closet?" I ask and his eyes widen. He frantically starts shaking his head no and I laugh.
On the last day of school one year Stiles, Scott and I wanted to do something fun. Something to celebrate our freedom. Then, I got the brilliant plan to start a slime war. It became a tradition for the three of us. So anyway, last year during our war we did it at Stiles's house and lets just say Mr. Bear was not happy with all of the paint the covered the outside of the house, the grass and the inside of the house.
"I'm going to take that as a yes. Thanks, Papa Bear." I say flashing him a mischievous grin and sprinting up the driveway to the front door. I slowly open the door and slip inside. I tiptoe over to the closet door and open it. A loud whine cuts through the air and I flinch. That hurt my ears. I quickly grab the two black guns and silently race up the stairs. I slink over to Stiles doorway and peer inside. Scott and Stiles are wrestling over the computer mouse. I slip inside and aim each gun at their backs.
WHOOSH
Somehow they hear the whoosh off the slime pellets rocketing out of the gun and spin around. Their eyes widen in horror as the pellets crash into their chests splattering them with Neon Pink, Green and Blue slime. Seeing them standing there covered in slime is too much for me and I burst out laughing. I whip out my phone and snap a few pictures. Blackmail material. Stiles grins and advances towards me. I squeal and dive under the start laughing and I scowl but can feel my lips twitching.
"Anyways, I want to do something fun so...go clean up." I says and they raise their eyebrows before heading to Stiles's bathroom. I perch criss cross applesauce on Stiles's bed. Not much has changed in the mouth and a half that I was gone. Soon the boys come back in freshly washed with clean shirts on.
"Knock. Knock."Stiles say looking at me expectantly. I roll my eyes.
'Who's there?" I asks in mock exasperation.
"Daisy." He says and I raise my right eyebrow. I haven't heard this one before.
"Daisy who?" I ask.
"They see me rollin! They hatin! Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty! Tryin to catch me ridin dirty! Tryin to catch me ridin dirty! Tryin to catch me ridin dirty! Tryin to catch me ridin dirty!" He says busting out in a spastic dance. His arms flailing. He thinks he looks so cool dancing but he doesn't.
"We can't be seen in public together anymore." I deadpan and he pouts. I will never admits this to Stiles but that joke was pretty clever.
"Come on! I thought we were going to go have fun."Scott whines. I grin and ruffle his hair as I pass him on my way to the door.
"Hey!" He shouts indignantly and I laugh. We all pile into Stiles's jeep and head into town. Laughing we spill out of the car and into the local coffee shop. I order us the Rocky Road Milkshake as Scott and Stiles argue if The Flash copycats the Batman or not. I smile in amusement, fondness and contentment.
Ten minutes later Scott and I are laughing hysterically at Stiles as he scowls at us. He flailing as he was arguing that nobody can beat Christian Bale as Batman when he knocked over a table and a bunch of books. I jingling of bells lets me know I have a text message. I unlock my phone and grins when I see it's from Rikki. I glance over at my boys arguing before slipping outside to check the text.
Rikki: Hey! SO glad your back! Can I come over!
Me: Hey girl! I'm out right now. Sleepover? I reply and her answer comes back lightning quick. She must have been waiting by her phone.
Rikki: Hell yeah!
Me: Great! See ya soon sister!
I reply getting up and walking forward, not playing attention to where I was going. I slam into a mans chest.
A VERY chiseled chest.
A very familiar chest.
"What where you're going Dux's." A familiar voice sneer. I step away from the guy's chest and look up into the hard cold gorgeous icy blue eyes of Jackson Whittemore. King of the Jocks and the most attractive and popular guy in school.
"If I throw a stick, will you leave?" I ask, putting hands on my hips and cocking it. He scowls.
"I can't talk to you right now; tell me, where will you be in the next 10 years?" He snarks back and I can feel my lips twitching.
"Ha. Ha. Can I trade you for whoever's behind door number one?" I ask and I think I see a hint of amusement in his eyes but it disappears quickly.
"How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open? As a matter a fact...I bet it was those two weirdo freaks you're always hanging out with." He sneer and I feel my blood start to boil. I clench my fist angrily and he smirks. He loves to rile me up and get me angry.
"You freak are so stupid and annoying." He says goading me on.
"What the hell is your problem?" I asks and before he can answer I hold up my and exclaim angrily "You know what? Whatever Jackass!"He scowls. Suddenly I'm aware of how close we are standing. During our batter back and forth we had apparently be stepping closer and closer to each other. We are almost chest to chest.
I tear my eyes away from Jackson's eyes and look him up and down. His black jeans are tight but go over his shoes and he has on a black leather jacket over a tight fitting cobalt blue t-shirt. I look back up and see Jackson smirking at me and I blush.
"Fuck off." I say biting my bottom lip and looking down. He smirks one last time before pivoting on his heel and walking over to his sleek silver Porsche. I clench my fists. I hate him with almost every bone in my body but man that car is so awesome.
Jackson and I have a physical attraction to each other. How could I not have a physical attraction to him? With the combination of his blonde/brown hair and those gorgeous blue eyes.
After I got to know him, Jackson became more and less appealing to me. He was witty and had a sarcasm that made me laugh even when I was determined not to. But he a ass. A first grade doushebag. Now I can stand assholes. In fact I find them kinda attractive but I cannot stand them when they go after someone I love.
Roxy
Scott
Stiles
Boyd
Erica
Issac
They have all been on the receiving end of Jackson's sharp hurtful tongue. Hell...even I've been hurt my his sharp witted tongue. He is Witty, Smart, Short Tempered, Mean, Self centered, Arrogant, Egocentric, Conceited asshole. I clench my fist angrily and whirl around. I slam into a mans chest AGAIN.
A VERY chiseled chest.
I stumble backwards. Just as I am about to fall on my butt a pair of buff black leather cladded arms catch me. I look up and swear this dude's eyes were glowing a bright icy blue but when I blink they are a pale yellowish green.
"Damn is the man HOT!" I think to myself and a fierce blush blooms across my cheeks. The man smirks like me knows what I'm thinking. My breath hitches and he grins even wider. With a firm yank he pulls me into his arms.
This man was gorgeous.
This man was a freakin Greek God.
I can feel the heat coming off of him and he smells like the forest, leather and a hint of whiskey. My breathing deeps and I bite my lower lip. He catches the movement and seems to be draw to my lips. He pulls me closer so that I am flush with his chest.
"Mis- OH!" The moment is broken and he loosens his grip on me. I flush a pale red and carefully extract myself from his arms. I turn around and smile at the sight of Scott looking at the ground while rubbing the back of his neck and flush a bright red that extends from his face to his neck. Feeling brave I turn back to the man.
"Later." I say low and sultry with a wink. His eyes widen and I laugh low and husky. He flashes me a quick wave and a smirk before walking away. I smile happily and skip over and hook my arm in Scott's. I trying to tell myself...no convince myself that the silly grin on my face is because I'm just happy to be home, that it's not cause of some random dude on the street but I'm pretty sure I didn't convince myself.
