Okay.
This is not a chapter, I'm genuinely sorry for not posting this long, and I really, really wish I had a legit reason for putting off this story for a couple of weeks. I would say the same thing I used last time: That everything has gotten in the way and I'm always busy. But, to be honest, I don't feel that's the case anymore.
I have the plot completely laid out for this story, one I think you readers will be pleased with. I guess I'm just going through that phase where a writer plans for a story and just cannot get it into words. I've tried to write chapter for the story, but they were rushed and shabby. I guess all I needed was a break.
To get to the point, I took a small hiatus, and it's over now. I have more time for writing, more ideas, and more stories altogether. So, as an apology, I would like to give you guys a pilot of sorts for a story I've been thinking up, Triplets. Here goes.
It is two years since Season 1 of Teen Wolf. Senior Year. Jackson is in London, while Erica and Boyd are still dead. The McCall Pack consists of Scott, Isaac, Derek, Aiden, Ethan, Allison, Lydia, Kira, Peter (on occasion), Mother McCall, Papa Stilinski, and the infamous triplets.
Yes, I said triplets. The Stilinski Triplets, to be exact. Stiles, Stuart, and the girl, Selina-all children of the late Claudia Stilinski. Join the ride and read on as they deal with heartbreak, college applications, and the supernatural wonders of Beacon Hills.
"Stuart, c'mon. Please? I'm begging, big brother. I need this-for the love of god, I would die for this." Stiles was going full begging mode as he followed Scott and Stuart into the McCall house. He was wearing blue plaid- as usual -and some jeans. Stuart, his identical twin, looked only the slightest bit cooler with his glasses and cardigan. Scott was looking all alpha-like in his fitting black shirt. "C'mon, man. Stuart, buddy! My big bro for life!"
Stuart rolled his eyes, pulling on his beanie in annoyance. "I'm not getting you a job at the diner, Sti-"
"But why not? We could spend more time together! Ya' know, brotherly bonding time." Stiles put his hands on his brother's shoulders from behind, shaking him. "Dude, c'mon. I need this job!"
"No, you need a job, dumbass. There's a difference. Dad didn't tell you to steal mine." Stuart turned around and dropped his backpack on the couch, then turned to face Stiles. Scott sat on the chair next to the TV and slumped in it, turning his head to look at the amusing Stilinski brother conversation. Recently, Sherriff Stilinski had told the triples that they needed to get jobs, or work more around the house to earn money. Selina had gotten a job with him at Deaton's, while Stuart got a part-time gig at the diner a block from the school. Stiles was the only one that was too busy with 'studies' to go out.
Okay, guys! That was a little promo and I hope it makes you interested for more. I'll definitely be porsting more for this story soon, but it's up to you guys whether or not I should publish the new one.
Seeya!