YO THIS SONG'LL NEVER BE ON THE RADIO-O, Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote, it's the few, the proud, and the emotional! Sorry, had to add that in... ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYY...

He was completely wrecked after Erica, she always managed to help him ignore the stares, and she made him feel normal, unafraid. She made him feel like the teenager he was supposed to be.

He hid it though, hid it with everything inside of him, because he could see his dad's workload getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't want to add his worthless son's problems to the mix.

But he could only take so much.

He goes to the ice rink 2 weeks after her death, because she would always blabber on about how bad she wanted to go. Not so much for the ice skating, but more to do with a boy who works there, Vernon Boyd. He's not the chattiest, but she would drone on about how amazing and soothing his voice is; all deep and musky. He's never met the guy, but he feels like he owes it to Erica to give him a message or something.

He found the note she and him were going to give to Boyd before she died, the one they spent an entire sleep over writing and obsessing over. It's so blatantly Erica, and he was very close to not giving it to Boyd, because it wasn't fair that a guy who barely even knew her gets a note that's absolutely soaked with her personality. He left to give it to him anyway, because he loved Erica more than he loves himself.

With a heavy heart and the ski mask Erica got for his birthday, Mieczyslaw Stilinski (Haha it's official) broke into the ice rink after school, knowing that it was Boyd's shift at the rink that day.

The boy was just finishing off, just searching for his keys so he could lock up, but before he could find them he heard footsteps behind him. He turned round quickly, face blank and hands clenched into fists, which he swung at the intruder. He heard a sickening crack and the figure in the mask cried out in pain and fell.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Aaah" A pained male voice came from under the mask, and Boyd instantly recognised the voice, he was good like that.

"What are you doing here Stilinski?" Said boy's eyes widened from behind his mask

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Answer the question" Boyd replied easily, body tense and blocking the exit, like a huge wall of muscle.

"I, erm, wanted to give you something... " He trailed off, a small trickle of blood coming through the mask, "Duuuuude, this mask was my favourite"

"Sorry" Boyd offered, but he didn't sound sorry at all, "Why couldn't you give me this in school?"

"I errr... don't like human interaction at school, I haven't talked to anyone besides Erica at school, and they won't let me wear the mask. It's against the dress code or somethin'..." Mieczyslaw replied, head ducking shyly, and if Boyd let emotion show through his face, it would have softened.

"Alright, so what is it?" If only he were better with words.

"What's what?" Answered Stilinski, innocently

"What you were going to give me?"

"Oh yeh, well it's like a love letter, but not really, it's more of a-"

"Stilinski"

"Yeh?"

"You know I'm not gay right?"

The masked boy in question just laughed happily, and maybe a little fondly, hand holding his stomach. Boyd couldn't see, but he imagined a happy smile on his face.

"I know doofus, it's not from me" He shook his head, and Vernon frowned.

"Who's it from?"

"Well you'll have to find out!" Boyd groaned audibly, earning him a chuckle from the masked boy who was still on the floor for some reason. Vernon offered him a hand, which the boy gladly took before handing him the piece of paper.

Boyd looked down at paper, a little weary that it might be a prank or something, but also slightly excited. The letter read:

Dear Mr-Sexy-Voice or Boyd,

You're not the most talkative of guys, and I'm not the type of girl who'd be able to read body language, but that doesn't really matter because your voice-when you do use it-is totally husky and nice and you should talk more. It's like sweet sticky honey and fresh coffee in the morning and every time I hear it it's like listening to my favourite music while the windows are open in a moving car, absolutely exhilarating.

If you may have not noticed, I'm blind, but that doesn't stop myself from knowing how darn amazing I am, so please, go on a date with me my sweet-voiced-bear, you won't regret it one bit,

Erica Reyes

Boyd stares down at the letter incredulously, a small smile cracking through his facade before he can stop it.

"I can take you to her, if you like" the young Stilinski offers and all Boyd can do is nod slowly.

"Alright, but you're driving cause my dad says I can't drive with my mask on" and that's how Vernon Boyd ends up at the cemetery late at night with a boy with a ski mask and a heavy heart, gazing down at the tombstone of a girl he's never even met, but knows he probably might have fallen in love with had he been given the chance.

So yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh, I'm totally giving Stiles a back-story because I'm amazing, and it'll only get more tragic from here YOU'RE WELCOME! Also, I'm sorry the chapters are so short D: Mah bad :^(