-DESTINY'S P.O.V.-
"Good, you're here. Time for business." The sheriff spoke as the door opened for the first time today.
"Hey Destiny," I looked up to see Stiles.
I blushed and opened my mouth, but then I realized we weren't alone and clamped my jaw shut. "Alright Stiles, go talk to her." His dad said as they both walked over.
"Des, can I call you that?" Stiles asked politely, waiting for an answer. I only glanced up at his dad and they understood me.
"Fine, I'll go. I have to eat my lunch anyways..." The sheriff huffed and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Stiles then looked at me, "yeah, sure. Call me Des." I smiled.
He laughed, "all bright and sunny now, eh?"
"Not really," I giggled.
Stiles chuckled, "okay, so. They want me to ask you a few questions because you won't talk to anyone else. And the first question happens to just be why you only speak to me."
I shrugged, "I don't like them. You're cool."
He grinned, "well, thanks! But there's gotta be something more..." He hinted.
"I guess I trust you, I don't know what you want me to say,"
He was sitting in the same place he was yesterday, just a bit more comfortable in the chair this time. "How do you trust ME? They're the police!"
"I don't know, I just do.." I croaked.
"DESTINY!" He screamed and jumped up, "YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME SOME FUCKING ANSWERS! AND STOP BEING SO DAMN GLOOMY, JESUS CHRIST!"
"MAYBE I WOULDN'T BE SO SAD IF SHIT LIKE ALL THIS WOULDN'T KEEP HAPPENING TO ME! I DONT HAVE A FUCKING FAMILY AND I CUT MY WRISTS, SMOKE WEED AND GET DRUNK EVERYDAY HOPING ONE TIME I DONT WAKE UP!" I yelled and pulled my knees to my face, crying into my hands.
I heard a small squeak of the chair, meaning Stiles sat down. "I-I'm sorry.. Please don't cry."
"L-LEAVE ME ALONE!"
I heard him get up, oh thank god! But I didn't hear the door, so I glanced up to see him opening one of the drawers in his father's desk and pulling out a key. He walked over and unlocked the cell, stepping in and closing it. I slid as far away from him as I could but I hit the wall and he kept coming forward with his arms out, then he sat down beside me. I realized he was harmless and resumed crying... Then I felt him slowly rubbing my back in small circles.
"Hey... It's okay. Don't cry, we're gunna get through this.."
I sniffled and looked at him, "we're?"
He smiled, "yeah. Me and you."
At first I was hesitant, but he looked so cozy, so I hugged him. I didn't feel his arms around me so I started mentally freaking out.
'OH MY GOSH WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME UGH HE HATES ME BUT IM STILL HUGGING HIM AHHH LET GO DESTINY-'
Until he wrapped his long arms around my frail body, holding me close. And I was right, he is cozy. I nuzzled my head into his chest and I felt his jaw on the top of my head.
"You know... I've always had a crush on you," I giggled.
Stiles laughed and I could feel the vibration in my ear, but the best part was he didn't let go. "Awe, really?"
"Hah, yeah." I said softly and closed my eyes.
"Well I think you're way too beautiful to be going through this stuff, I'll talk to my dad, okay?"
"Sure." I smiled.
We stayed like that for so long, it was perfect... Until his dad marched in. "STILES! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!"
Stiles pulled back and eventually got up and ran out, locking the small cell behind him. "Heh, nothing." He said in a guilty tone and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Did you at least get all the questions?"
"Uh.. No. But I need to talk to you," Stiles grabbed his dad and pulled him out, he winked at me before they left.
Oh gosh, I feel so weird... He's so adorable though.
"Destiny, they feel bad for you and they have no proof that you did anything except watch so they're letting you out... They might need you back in a few months or so but that's it... They're also trying to find someone to adopt you ..."
My head shot up, "NO! IM FINE ON MY OWN!"
"I'm sorry," Stiles spoke softly to me, "I can't do anything about it... But I'll still see you at school! The family lives beacon hills... Don't worry, beautiful. Everything's going to be okay."
I smiled a bit, "okay..." I agreed hesitantly and took his hand as we walked out.
-SCOTT'S P.O.V.-
"Honey, can I talk to you for a minute?" I heard my mom ask.
"Uh, sure." I said and quickly put my phone in my pocket. My mom slowly glided in and sat on my bed,
"Scott, you know I've always wanted a daughter,"
"Gee thanks mom." I rolled my eyes.
My mom laughed, "I meant another child. Not wishing you were a girl!" She exclaimed, "so, I decided to adopt."
I jumped up, "WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS!?"
"Look Scott, she's fifteen and goes to your school... She was involved in some police case your friend Stiles' dad was working on. They found out she has no family and she's troubled... Drugs, alcohol, self harm... Things like that."
"Do you know how much of a risk you're taking!? She could steal shit, do things... You know!"
"No, Scott. She wouldn't. I talked to her and she's incredibly sweet... Quiet too. She's friends with Stiles as well, he was the only one she would talk to while under police custody."
"Great! So she's crazy, in love with my best friend and a criminal!? Awesome choice, mum."
My mother stood up and hardened her tone, "listen Scott. I don't understand why you're getting so upset but it's done already. I signed all the papers so you have no say anymore. And until we figure something out for her she's going to stay in your room... So clean up a bit, will you!" She ended and walked out, "oh and she'll be here Saturday-tomorrow night so get to it!" My mom added while walking down the hallway.
"Wow! Thanks a lot!" I called sarcastically to her, then I texted Stiles;
-Hey man, apparently there was a girl involved with some police shit and she would only talk to you?
-Yeah, how'd you know?
-Because my mom adopted her
-WHAT?!
-Yup. And apparently she likes you?
-Oh, uh, yeah. But you shouldn't worry much, she's really sweet and really really pretty.
-That's what my mom said too... Minus the 'really really pretty' part. You like her back?!
-I wouldn't say that...
-WHAT ABOUT LYDIA?!
-I don't know... I still love Lydia but what chance do I have with her? And anyways you should be more worried about hiding your secret from her.
-Oh true... What's her name?
-Destiny. Isn't it pretty?
-I guess, lover boy. And yeah plus she has to stay in my room until we find her her own room or something.
-Don't you have a guest room?
-Yup, I guess my mom just wants us to 'bond' or whatever so we don't kill each other. HAH! The irony..
-Omg, what she doesn't know.
-I know right, anyways, gotta go. Hang tomorrow? OH WAIT! I HAVE TO CLEAN FOR THAT CHICK!
-Her name is Destiny. And bye.
"Sheesh," I mumbled to myself and re-read the conversation over a few times. Seems he really likes her... But he won't admit it for some reason. Anyone would think it was because of Lydia but I know him too well, there's something else.
"Scott!" My mom called up to me from downstairs, "I'm going to the police department now to get your sister..."
"SHE'S NOT MY SISTER!" I screamed.
"Whatever, Scott. Are you coming or no?"
"No.."
"You know what!? Get your ass down here and into the car NOW!"
"Ugh, fine." I mumbled and texted Stiles, he didn't reply so I ran downstairs and out the door, jumped into my mom's car and we drove off.
"She's just in here with Stiles," the sheriff, Stiles' dad, said and led my mom and I into the back and through an open doorway to see my best friend holding my new 'sister' to his chest, stroking her hair slowly.
"STILES! WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!" I screamed and he stood up with her still in his arms.
"Oh! Uh, hey Scott..." He drifted off, I glanced down at the girl and he let go of her.
"Well... I think we should get going, it's late and there's still things at the house we have to plan." My mom said with a smile.
"Okay Destiny, time to go now..." The sheriff said awkwardly.
"No!" She clinged onto Stiles, "don't leave me... Please Stiles," Destiny sobbingly whispered into his ear.
He glanced at me then cupped her cheek in his hand, "it'll be okay. I'll see you tomorrow and then all week at school... I promise, Destiny, it's all going to be alright." He said softly back and lightly pushed her towards me, I could feel her pulse and how she was tempted to cry.
Destiny slowly walked towards me but turned back to Stiles, their palms slowly slid away from each other and I could feel the sadness steaming off of them both as the tips of their fingers left one another.
"Take care of her... please." Stiles whispered under his breath, he knew only I would be able to hear him, with my super werewolf senses and all. I gave him a sharp nod,
"Seeya tomorrow." I said to my best friend as my mom, me and this new "family member" walked out.
The car ride was awkward and mostly silent, except for the multiple times my mom failed to start up a conversation. "What grade are you in?" I asked abruptly in the silence.
"Um, I'm in grade ten." She coughed.
"Well don't you think that's kinda odd?"
"What do you mean?" She sounded confused.
"Well Stiles is so much older than you, don't you think that he'll like someone in OUR grade and age group?" I asked with a sting in my voice.
"Scott!" My mom screamed.
"I guess you're right, Scott. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to try," she shot back. I chuckled and turned in my seat to face her with my fist out, going to give her props but she flinched and squealed instead of hitting her knuckles against mine.
I raised an eyebrow at her, "props? That was a good come-back..."
"Oh. Right. Sorry," she said with an embarrassed blush and stuck out her closed fist, crashing it with mine. I smiled and turned back around. My mom glanced at me with a grin, I returned it and we all kept quiet, but it wasn't awkward this time.
"Psst, Scott? You still awake?" I heard a whisper.
"I am now." I didn't move but I felt Destiny sitting up.
"Why are we staying in the same room? Isn't that kinda illegal? And I saw the guest room across the hall..."
"I have no idea. Now go to sleep already," I guess that was kinda mean but whatever, she's in MY room on MY floor and in love with MY best friend... Am I just supposed to take it!? NO!
"Oh, sorry... Night..." She whispered and I heard her laying back down and turning over.
It was about three a.m. and I woke up to quiet sobbing, of course if my senses weren't five thousand times stronger I probably wouldn't have heard it, not have been woken up and it wouldn't be my problem. Well, it still isn't but I'm about to make it that way. "Destiny? You alright?" That was stupid, SHE'S CRYING! OF COURSE SHE'S NOT OKAY!
There were a few sniffles then she cleared her throat, "yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for waking you up."
"No it's fine... I don't blame you."
She turned over and looked up at me from her spot on the floor, I could see red tinted around her eyes which meant she's been crying for a while.
"Why do you hate me?" She asked.
"I don't.."
"Yes you do, admit it. You wish I wasn't here... You wish I didn't have a crush on Stiles and you really wish I didn't go to your school."
"Well..." I trailed off and scratched the back of my head. That was so true, but I didn't want to tell her that.
"I'm sorry, Scott. Honestly, if it was my choice I wouldn't want to be here either. Don't get me wrong, your mom is beautiful, super nice and you have a cool house but I was just fine on my own. But, yeah, I'm only fifteen so I can't be by myself... And I REALLY like Stiles, I have for a long time and is don't care if he's older..."
"Sorry about before, that was really mean and I-"
"Don't sweat it, I've had worse said to me."
"Like what?" I asked and I could tell that struck a feel inside her... A sad one.
"Whore, emo, dirty, hoe, ugly, hobo, slut, lesbian, loser, fat, gross, worthless, idiot, annoying and I think you get the point. One time I also got 'Destiny, you have a face only your mother could love. But wait! She's rotting in hell, isn't she?'"
"Whoa... People actually say that to you!?"
"Yup. I get that every day. 'Why can't you just be normal, Destiny? You're such a freak.' Just because I have blue hair and like bands most people don't know about. Because I take music and bands more seriously than life and school..." She started crying again, "sorry..." Destiny wiped away a few tears.
"Well I think that's horrible and if anyone's bothering you come tell me and I'll take care of it, okay?"
"Alright... Thanks Scott."
"No problem," I smiled, turned onto my back and thought for a minute. "Wait, can I ask you one more thing?"
"Sure."
"It's a little personal so you don't have to answer..."
She laughed, "just ask."
"Okay, well, I wanted to ask... What happened to your dad?" As soon as I said that her heart rate slowed and I could hear her breathing get choppy.
"He-he... He killed himself when my mom told him she was pregnant with me." She let out slowly.
"Well... My Dad and mom got divorced and I had to choose between them, I used to live with my dad but now I don't see him any more." I told her.
"I'm sorry,"
"It's alright, he's in the past now." I ended and fell back asleep.