New Neighbors

Stiles Stilinski wasn't one to pry. Okay, that was a lie — he was absolutely one to pry. Especially when something interesting happened in Beacon Hills, which, despite its supernatural chaos, still had its slow days.

So when a moving truck pulled up next door, Stiles had his face pressed against his bedroom window, watching like a detective staking out a suspect. The house had been empty for months, and now, finally, a family was moving in.

A few hours later, after much internal debate and some encouragement (or rather, a lack of discouragement) from his dad, Stiles wandered outside, casually pretending to check the mailbox. He spotted {{user}}, about his age, helping unload boxes from the truck.

“Hey! Need a hand?” Stiles asked, sidling up with what he hoped was a charming grin.