AUTHOR'S NOTE: I decided to make this chapter all about their Summer together and any shenanigans they might get into :) Just a warning, it's gonna seem choppy but page breaks will signify a new day throughout the summer. Hope you enjoy!
"So.. a sister, huh?" Scott asks.
Stiles had gone over to the McCall household the following morning when Avery started getting her things delivered to the house. Apparently, Elijah had them driven by another hired employee who had followed Avery hours she had left New Orleans. When Stiles asked if she wanted help setting up her room, she had said she wanted to decorate on her own and that he should do whatever he wanted- she'd catch up with him later.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I don't know." Stiles shrugged. "I only found out the night before and I was still in shock. Shock that I had another family member other than my Dad and shock because well.." He trailed off. "-what if she had been a supernatural being trying to get to you wolves?"
"Well then you guys would've taken care of her like any other threat." Melissa chimed in with her two cents. "But since she is no threat, how does it feel to not be an only child anymore?"
"I'm not sure yet." Stiles admits. "We haven't really gotten the chance to hang, just the two of us, but I have a feeling I'll like it. We actually look alike which is rare for twins of the opposite gender to pull off." Scott nods along and agrees with that. "She's going to start school with us in September and yeah.. I don't know what else to say." He laughs. "You kind of have to meet her yourself. I don't think any words I use to describe her will do any justice."
"Aww." Melissa coos. "Look at you being the sweet brother already."
Stiles blushes while Scott laughs and agrees with his Mom. Very quickly though, Scott's laughter drifts off and he sits up straighter while his head tilts to the side in a curious manner. "Did you tell her where you were going to be?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I hear a motorcycle." Scott says. He stands up, Melissa following behind him as they go to one of the windows. After pulling back the curtain, sure enough, Avery sits by the curb on her bike as she checks something on her phone before looking back up at the house. "Did you give her the address here?"
"No but Dad probably did."
The three insiders quickly make their way to the front door, Melissa opening up and walking outside. When Avery catches sight of Stiles and Scott, she smiles before cutting off her bike and parking it where it sat.
"Hey!" She greets as she jogs up the sidewalk. "John texted me the address when he left for work. I hope you don't mind me showing up."
"No way, it's totally cool." Stiles pushes himself to the front of the group. "You had to meet the McCalls anyway and here's your chance."
"Oh, good." She sighs in relief.
"Yeah, so, you met Scott yesterday." Stiles gestures to Scott who waves at her. "And this is Ms. McCall but we call her Mom or Melissa."
Avery smiles at Melissa in greeting, offering her hand only to have it pushed away as Melissa drags her into a hug. "You're beautiful!" She exclaims. "And you look just like your Mother." She says in awe.
"T-thank you." Avery stammers before introducing herself to Melissa.
Scott leads them inside where Avery retells her story to the McCalls even though Stiles had already filled them in. In return, Scott tells some stories about himself and Stiles as they grew up with Melissa throwing in bits and pieces from her point of view. They went back and forth with stories of their past, Avery offering very little about herself but Stiles did find out she used to have a pet Great Dane who she had named Buster. Once he was full grown, he disappeared but Avery had a feeling he was stolen. Something about a truck constantly driving by slowly whenever Buster was out was what led her to that conclusion.
Time quickly slips by and Stiles is surprised at how easily Avery fits into his life. Everything just clicked with her and there are no problems whatsoever. With everything he heard about bickering siblings, he figured he and Avery would butt heads over something but they got along rather quite swell.
Melissa soon gets up, having to go shower and get ready for her shift at the Hospital. When Scott is sure the shower turned on and drowned out their voices, he eagerly turns to Avery.
"So, I've been dying to ask you.." He blurts "How long did it take for you to get your license for that bike?"
Avery smirks mischievously as Stiles groans. "Ugh. And so it starts."
"What starts?" She coyly asks.
"My best friend officially liking my sister better."
Scott laughs and claps Stiles on the back. "No way, man. I just want a bike. I'm thinking about saving up."
"Excellent." Avery says in her most villainous voice. "It should only take you about a month and a half. I can teach you on my bike and then we'll go from there."
"Sounds like a plan." Scott beams.
Stiles and Avery are calm and quiet, the only sound throughout the house being the baseball game John is watching downstairs and the clicking of keys from Stiles' and Avery's laptops.
Avery's room was all done up, the walls being a deep shade of blue with very little posters covering up said walls and glow-in-the-dark stars littering the ceiling and the tops of each wall. She had kept the wooden bed frame, complete with two small built in bookshelves, when she found out it belonged to her Mom but bought a new box spring and mattress. The mattress was one of those memory foam ones so more often than not, Avery found Stiles keeping her company in her room. He always set up on her bed with his laptop while she set up at her metal desk that John had approved of her buying for the room. Between the wall and her bed, a side-table was snuggled into the corner where Avery hid a small refrigerator beneath it and stocked up on Cran-Apple juice. Stiles was constantly raiding the downstairs fridge so instead of having her drinks stolen or tossed out, she kept them in her room.
A half dry erase board and half cork board was fastened to her door, markers sitting in a cup-holder atop her desk that Stiles always seemed to help himself to. The door started off as having her name written in her handwriting but then one day, she noticed it has said Thing 2. She had chuckled at the name before grabbing her markers and decorating around it.
Then the cork board started gathering pictures, one of Avery with two men who she told them were Elijah and Nik. Elijah, as anyone could easily see, was the more serious of the two. He wore a blazer over a dark dress shirt, slacks, and his dark head of hair was neatly trimmed and slightly ruffled whereas Nik was dressed more casual in a dark blue-gray henley and jeans. While Elijah was clean-shaven and sophisticated, Nik was sporting dark stubble and trimmed dirty blonde hair that had a slight curl to it. The only way you could tell they were related were the similar chiseled facial features and dimpled chin.
After the brother's photo came a picture of Stiles and Avery that Stiles had snapped with his phone and another photo of John reading the newspaper that John kept taking down and hiding. Every picture Avery or Stiles tacked up was always taken down until John came across the photo of himself in uniform and sunglasses. He had studied the picture, trying to figure out if it was old or new but then determined it was new when he spotted Avery's bike in the background. Deciding to finally give in, he left it there.
The two siblings are engrossed with whatever was on their laptop screens when John appears in the doorway. "It's a Friday night and you two are already in pajamas and falling asleep over your damn keyboards."
"It's summer, Dad. Every night is a Friday night." Stiles mumbles, half-awake.
Avery chokes down her laughter by biting her bottom lip before logging quickly out of everything and shutting down her laptop. "So not the point, son." John grumbles before turning to Avery. "What about you? No plans tonight?"
"Nah." Avery yawns and stretches her arms up over her head. "Our third partner in crime is busy being the perfect son and I think we're finally crashing from all those energy drinks we drank earlier."
"I see." John hums. "And is Scott the only friend you've made here? I figured Stiles would've introduced you to that Argent girl? Or the Martin girl.. Lydia was it?"
"No!" Stiles suddenly jerks up. "No, Dad. Allison has gone to Paris and Lydia is.. Lydia is off doing god knows what now that Jackson got shipped off to London."
John smirks as Stiles' cheeks start to flush, his gaze darting towards Avery the second her eyes twinkle mischievously. "I've heard of Scott's history with the Argent girl," She says. "-but who is this Lydia you speak of and why am I only hearing about her now?"
"No-one! She's no-"
"The love of Stiles' life." John snorts. "Or so he says."
"Ex love of my life." Stiles grumbles when he figures he isn't going to be able to save himself. "That was so last month, Dad. She's deeply in love with Jackson and now I will blame you when Avery and Lydia take over the world. I was keeping them apart for a reason."
"And what reason is that?" Avery coyly grins.
"You know why!" Stiles points accusingly at her. "Lydia's the devil incarnate, in a very feminine way might I add, and you're.. well you!"
John huffs out a laugh. "Son, what are you talking about?"
"She's evil." Stiles playfully glares at his twin. "Just you watch, Dad. If she and Lydia meet, there will be no stopping the two of them."
"Oohh, now I really can't wait to meet this girl."
Stiles' accusing finger turns on John. "See what you started! You just jump started the apocalypse." Turning back to his sister, he closes his laptop and sits up. "I'm pulling out the since I'm older card and saying that you are not allowed to meet."
"Pft. Who says you're older?" Avery challenges.
She knew she got him there when Stiles' gaze travels back to John who is leaning against the door frame. He's laughing at them, shrugging before telling Stiles that his birth certificate was in his room, in the bottom drawer of his dresser. As Stiles scrambles off the bed to go retrieve it, Avery walks up to her closet and pulls out a suitcase which holds the folder of all her papers. When Stiles makes it back to her room, birth certificate in hand, he gestures for her to go first.
"Ladies first."
Avery rolls her eyes before finding the time. "7:25PM," She states proudly.
Stiles whoops and grins victoriously. "7:23! I'm the older twin!" He beams and shimmies his so-called victory at being the older twin. When he sees his Dad shaking his head at him and Avery smiling smugly, he stops. "Why are you smiling?"
"Because-" She laughs. "-you might be older but now I'm Daddy's little girl." She bats her eyelashes at him.
Stiles' whole demeanor falters as he gapes at his Dad. "Evil!" He hisses and John can't help but numbly agree when Avery playfully cackles like a villain.
Life in the Stilinski household just got a lot more interesting.
Stiles is running.
Running through the Preserve of Beacon Hills with a gun gripped tight in his hands and wondering how in the hell he got himself into this situation.
His shirt is clinging to his skin from the water that he had fallen into after tripping over a root while his jeans are smudged with mud and grass stains. He's been running for what felt like ages, dodging behind trees, and ducking behind fallen tree trunks and shrubbery to avoid being shot.
Scott and Avery had long been lost and all he wants is to get to the safety of his Jeep.
With his legs burning and his lungs demanding more air than he was providing, he slides behind a tree and attempts to catch his breath. One hand grips tightly to his gun while he bends down in half and rests his other hand on his knee.
Stiles tries to keep his breathing low as to not alert the others to his whereabouts and listens for any snapping of twigs or leaves that would alert him to someone approaching. The second he manages to breathe calmly once again, a branch snapping above him makes him look up but he was too slow to react before his knee exploded in pain and red soaked his jeans.
"Fuck!" He screams as the shooter jumps down from their perch only to land on bending knees before falling on their ass. "That hurts more than what people say it does."
Feminine laughter sounds after Stiles' scream, the shooter pulling off a black face mask. "Suck it up, you big baby." Avery teases. "It's just a paintball."
"Yeah, a paintball that is fired with compressed air." He scowls. "Where's Scott? I figured he would've won this round?"
Avery looks around before pointing behind Stiles' tree where Scott is running towards them. "Sorry, man." He claps Stiles on the shoulder when he reaches them. "I've been out for like ten minutes already. Headshot." He grimaces as he shows his best friend the mask that had a red splatter of paint atop the head.
"But how?" Stiles gapes. "You're scarily alert to your surroundings! How did Avery get the jump on you?"
"She's like Katniss Everdeen." Scott grumbles. "Except with a paintball gun and she's crazy good at scaling trees."
"How is that-" Stiles points down to his sister who's still sitting on her ass. "-good at scaling anything? She fell after jumping from wherever it was she was hiding for Christ's sake!"
Avery giggles and shrugs. "If it makes you feel any better-" She glances up at Scott. "-I was aiming for your chest. I think my aim's a little off."
"A little?"
Avery giggles and Scott finally offers his hand to help her up. "Alright, well since I won the most rounds- I vote for burgers, fries, and milkshakes. You two losers are buying."
Both boys glance at each other before shrugging. "Fine." They concede.
"And Stiles, you better pray you remember where you dropped your helmet." Avery suddenly glares at him. "We don't want Dad lecturing us about how we're careless with our things and I don't need another lecture about how I spend money on junk that gets lost way too fast."
"Yeah, yeah." He sighs. "It's down by the stream. We'll pick it up on the way back to the Jeep."
As they trek back to Stiles' jeep, Scott couldn't help but ask, "So it's Dad now, huh? How did John take that?"
Avery grins as she recalls the memory, trying not to trip over the uneven ground. "He was speechless for a few seconds-"
"It got her out of a lecture when she nearly burned down the kitchen." Stiles snorts, cutting her off.
"Well I told you I was crap in the kitchen." Avery quickly defends herself as the two boys laugh. "Shutup and hurry!" She says and starts to jog. "We still need to get cleaned up and I'm super starving after all that running."
Scott and Stiles share identical grins as they ran after Avery. Food did sound very good right about now.
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With Scott and Stiles' ability to shower and dress under ten minutes combined, they were left waiting for Avery to shower and change. Stiles grumbles impatiently about a female's need to primp and pamper even when they were just going to grab a quick bite to eat and then head home while Scott laughs at his friend's impatient attitude.
Twenty minutes later, Avery finally comes down in a white cotton pleated cropped tee that bared her stomach, black pencil leg slim fit jeans, and a pair of black strappy cork wedges. Her waves cascaded flawlessly around her face and the paleness of her skin tone was really noticeable seeing as her lips were painted a deep burgundy color. A swallow bird necklace and a leather crystal wrap bracelet completes her outfit.
It took everything in Stiles' being to not order her back upstairs and change into an actual t-shirt but when he caught a glimpse of his sister's phone case with the batman symbol being shoved into her pocket, he inhaled and exhaled deeply in order to shove down his big brother instincts. Unbeknownst to her, she had just scored points with that phone case therefore he would lay off of her wardrobe decision.
Scott compliments Avery on her appearance, earning a glare from Stiles before he ushers his sister out to his jeep. She easily takes up the backseat so the boys can sit up front and since the boys were buying, they decide to take her to their favorite diner that was ten minutes out of town.
By the time the three teens get to the diner and make their way inside, all three of them are laughing at their growling stomachs. Each of them orders burgers with everything on them, Stiles and Avery getting curly fries while Scott orders chili cheese fries. Stiles orders a Pepsi, Scott orders Dr. Pepper, and Avery orders a strawberry milkshake that she'd been craving for a while now.
Scott nor Stiles enjoy the looks Avery is getting from the other teens around them or the fact that people are murmuring about the Sheriff's mysterious daughter. Luckily for them, Avery seems like one tough cookie and she ignores all the murmurs while glaring at anybody she catches leering at her.
When their food arrives, Stiles and Scott are impressed with Avery's ability to chow down like one of the boys. They all eagerly dig into the food, talking in between bites about the paintball extravaganza from earlier in the day, and make plans to do that again soon. When Stiles catches his sister eyeing Scott's cheese fries, he distracts his long time best friend while Avery sneaks a cheesy fry or two before Scott finally catches on. In retaliation, he gulps down half of her milkshake only to get a brain-freeze and vow to never do that again.
After all the food was consumed and the trio let their stomachs settle, Stiles orders a veggie burger for his dad before tipping their waitress generously for putting up with their annoying laughter.
When they are only ten feet away from his Jeep, his newest nightmare becomes true.
Lydia is parking her car in the spot next to his Jeep.
Stiles freezes mid-step, Avery and Scott catching on, and by the time Lydia gets out of her car, Stiles is looking for an easy exit.
"Stiles. Scott." Lydia greets them when she spots them. Her gaze then travels over to Avery and one of her meticulously waxed eyebrows raises in a questioning manner. "Girlfriend?" She asks Stiles since Avery was more closer to him than to Scott.
Scott openly laughs while the twins grimace at her implication. "Gross. No." Avery shakes her head.
"And what's wrong with Stiles?" Lydia immediately defends him. After the night with the Kanima fiasco where they finally got Jackson to turn into the werewolf he was meant to be, things had been different. Whatever was between them had changed greatly in that one night and they were on the road to becoming actual friends.
At Lydia's tone, Avery sobers up and eyes the strawberry blonde up and down. Crossing her arms over her chest, she cocks an amused eyebrow back at Lydia. "You must be Lydia Martin." She says. "Strawberry blonde hair, bitchy attitude, and the ex-love of Stiles' life." The boys groan in unison and each take a step back. "I'm Avery. Stiles has been keeping me from meeting you but it looks as if the Fates had us destined to meet."
"Pleasure. I'm sure." Lydia sneers as she adjusts her pink handbag hanging from her shoulder. "But you didn't answer my question. You see, I don't like repeating myself but I will ask one last time. What's wrong with Stiles?"
Avery slowly smirks but Stiles quickly intervenes before the girls can really cause a scene. "Lydia, just- just look at us." He says as he tugs Avery to his side, throwing an arm over her shoulder to keep her in place. "Really, really look at us and you'll see why we aren't dating." He grimaces over the last word.
Lydia huffs in annoyance but did as she was told. She crosses her arms over her own chest and purses her lips together as she critically eyes Stiles and Avery up and down in the dimming light of the sky. During the tense moment of silence, Lydia's brows furrow in confusion for a few moments before her eyes widen as her gaze quickly darts back and forth between the pair.
"And the genius finally gets it." Stiles sighs.
Avery chuckles, "Now you understand why I said gross?"
"But how?!" Lydia breathes in awe. "We all grew up together and your parents never had another-"
"She's my twin." Stiles speaks softly. Far softer than Lydia or Scott has ever heard him speak. "They gave her up at birth and-"
"-and it's a long story." Avery cuts him off. "But seeing as you probably have dirt on my brother that I haven't heard yet, I'll tell you everything if you agree to a shopping spree with me. I need a female companion to shop with other than these two idiots." She gestures between Stiles and Scott.
"And you'll tell me whatever I have questions about?" Lydia actually thinks about the offer. "No dodging anything?"
"Hm, we'll see." Avery smiles. "As long as you don't attempt to make me buy something I don't like."
The boys glance back and forth between the girls, wondering how in the hell they went from nearly scratching each other's eyes out to making a date for a shopping trip. "Eh, you have cute taste. I'll pick you up at three Wednesday afternoon. Be ready." Lydia tells her before taking her leave and marching up to the diner for what she came for to begin with.
"It's coming." Stiles groans, latching on to Scott with a frightened look in his eye. "The apocalypse is coming!"
Stiles had been correct when thinking that Lydia and Avery getting together was a bad idea. The two girls had left for their shopping trip wary of one another and came back laughing and gossiping as if they'd been best friends for ages. John was glad that Avery was making friends easily but Stiles wasn't so sure. When Lydia and Avery both got that calculating look in their eye, he knew trouble was brewing.
The girls attempted to give Stiles a better wardrobe and even convinced him to grow his hair out. Although he claimed them to be evil, he couldn't help but feel more comfortable in the clothes they got him and even appreciated the looks that other females were giving him when he grew out his hair.
Surprisingly, Lydia was often now at the Stilinski household hanging around Avery since Allison was gone for the summer. Lydia had been surprised to find out that Avery's choice of transportation had been a motorcycle and, much to Stiles' surprise, had asked for a ride.
If Avery hadn't been his sister, that would've been the best day of Stiles' life.
As much as Stiles was glad for his sister gaining a female friend, he was glad to finally pull his sister away from Lydia and go out with her and Scott to get milkshakes. There was a local place in town that wasn't very far and served the best milkshakes he'd ever tasted.
So with their last days of Summer dwindling down, the trio found themselves picking up milkshakes and walking around town.
"So are you excited to start public school?" Scott asks.
"Yeah." Avery answers. "You nervous about seeing Allison again?"
Scott sips his milkshake as he thinks about his answer. Over the summer, when Scott thought about picking up his phone and texting or calling Allison, Stiles and Avery were there to gently talk him down. While Stiles stuck with the you're a man, man up! speech, Avery gave him her honest opinion. She told him to think about it, really think about it and about the last conversation he and Allison ever had. She knew the breakup was a mutual decision and felt that all Allison needed was space so that's what she told him. She told him to give Allison that space and to wait until she got back to Beacon Hills before he attempted to reach out.
The more Scott thought about it, the more he realized Avery had a point. "Yeah." Scott finally admits. "I'm nervous and excited to see her again."
"Aww." Avery teases him.
The trio walk side-by-side with Stiles in between them, Stiles choosing to remain quiet for once as he sucked down his chocolatey goodness.
Scott was telling Avery that his Mom was still complaining about his dirt bike that he had recently purchased and even admitted to throwing Avery herself under the bus by saying, well at least it's not one like Avery's! Those are more dangerous, and Avery laughed before reaching behind her brother and slapping Scott's shoulder.
Avery was in the midst of tattoo talk with Scott when someone suddenly bumped harshly into shoulder, causing her to spill half her milkshake on the pavement. "Dude, what the hell?!" She shouts as she regains her balance.
Scott nor Stiles had yet to defend her honor so she expected the offending person to be big and surly if her brother hadn't jump down his or her throat yet but when she looks up, she was met with kind blue eyes and the most sheepish expression ever. "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." The guy looks about her age, taller than herself, her brother, and Scott with light curly hair cropped short. He was a bit pale yet he had a healthy glow about him and his features were chiseled almost too perfectly. The second the word cute flashes in her mind, Avery shakes her head clear and realizes that she and the stranger had been staring at each other.
"Uh, Isaac?" Stiles clears his throat. "Is everything alright there, buddy?"
Isaac's gaze snaps to Stiles before sliding over to Scott as he starts walking backwards. "Yeah. I, uh, I got to go." He starts walking faster, turning before his gaze slid back to Avery one last time.
"Wait, Isaac!" Scott suddenly calls out. "Is everything alright. Have you heard fro-"
"Later!" Isaac shouts over his shoulder. "I'll talk to you later."
The minute Isaac disappears, Avery whistles lowly. "What's his deal?"
Scott and Stiles share a brief look before Stiles shrugs. "His best friends- our friends went missing at the end of the school year. No-one's heard from them since."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Scott sadly agrees. "I'm sure it's nothing though. He's probably still stressed over it."
"I bet he is." Avery says as she stares dejectedly at her spilled milkshake. The three of them fall silent as Scott continues to stare off at where Isaac disappeared before looking back at Avery and snorting.
"Why are you so down?"
"My milkshake." She whines. "I was really enjoying that and now most of it's gone."
Stiles barks a laugh before shaking his head and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Come on. Let's go buy you a new one."
A link is posted on my profile as to what Elijah and Nik look like! Below that link is a link to my Polyvore account where you'll find Avery's outfit from when she met Lydia :) And any future outfits will be made on Polyvore as well. Go check it out!
Finally, the next chapter is officially season 3! Sadly, updates will start to slow down so I can finish writing 3A and edit them.
"Tattoo" is up next where strange occurrences happen and secrets are revealed ;)