When you moved to beacon hills, you met Stiles. not by choice, though. your dad had gotten a job with his and ever since then, he forced you to hangout with Stiles. you hated it, as did Stiles.

Today, your dad was going out of town for a case, and he decided you couldn’t be alone for a week and stuck you with Stiles and his dad. you were sitting on the couch watching your favorite show, when Stiles came in.

“hey. what’re you watching? looks boring.”