Stiles was laying on his bed with his guitar on his stomach, playing the strings lazily between his fingers. He starred at the ceiling, while mouthing quietly the lyrics of the song he was playing at the moment. It was around 6 pm and the only reason he was at home instead of band practice, was that his dad wanted him there to announce "some really good news". Stiles didn't quiet know what to think. He had a few ideas what his dad might wanted talk to him about, but in the end it was just guessing, so he tried his very best to be patient, even though that wasn't something he was good at. At the moment his dad was with his girlfriend Melissa, he had said she needed help with something, but Noah - his dad - promised to be home at 6. Melissa was a nice woman, curly brown hair and always had a friendly smile on her lips. Stiles kinda liked her, though he didn't really know her, because he mostly avoided her and that for two years straight now. Sure, she was cool and all, but Stiles wasn't interested in someone who replaced his mother in his father's heart. He wasn't selfish. He was happy his dad found someone he could love again. Noah had had a hard time recovering from his wife's death, just as Stiles himself. And he really didn't want his father to be alone for the rest of his life. So Stiles thought, Melissa was a pretty good choice, a second chance to build a new life. But that didn't mean, Melissa had to be his second chance as well. Because Stiles didn't want a new life, he wanted his old one back, even though he knew he couldn't get it. He was better. He had been through some dark times, but he found his way back - slowly but surely. His grieve wasn't as bad anymore, which allowed him to look forward again. But the thought of leaving his mother completely behind hurt Stiles so much, he didn't even want to imagine doing it.

At 6:30, Stiles heard cars pulling up the driveway. He pushed his guitar off of his body and stood up to look out of the window. His dad parked the police car beside Stiles blue Jeep and behind him parked a second car, which Stiles quickly discovered as Melissa's. At first he thought she might sleep over, it wouldn't be the first time and Stiles was okay with that, too. But it was the guy who parked his green bike behind his Jeep that confused him. With a deep frown on his forehead, he turned around and made his way out of the room. Normally, he would have just locked himself in his room and turned some music on, but he was curious about what he just saw. Stiles pulled the arms of his plaid shirt up, while trailing down the stairs. Just as he put one of his feet on the floor, he saw his dad coming in the house with a big box in his hand. Melissa following him with a second one in her own arms. Stiles froze on his place. One foot still on the last step of the stairs, his hand gripping the end of the railing tightly as he starred at the two adults. His dad looked a little worried, but managed to put a small smile on his face. Melissa looked guilty as fuck. Stiles eyed them warily until a third person with another box went through the front door and into his house. The boy looked at him in curiosity and smiled shyly.

They all put the boxes down, while Stiles still stood where he was before, ready to run, because this, this fucking scene he saw in front of him, couldn't be any good.

"Stiles, come here son, I need to tell you something." His father's calm voice broke the thick uncomfortable silence in the room. Stiles muttered something like 'clearly' under his breath, but reminded silent otherwise. He forced himself to walk normal and casually over to the others, he tried his best not to show how freaked out he really was. His dad had always been good at reading him though, so it didn't surprise him, when Noah laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You remember Melissa telling you about her son?" The Sheriff asked. Stiles suppressed a scoff, because yeah, he could fucking remember. It was over a year ago, Stiles had been sitting on the couch in only his boxers and an old shirt, playing a shooter game and swearing loudly at Isaac over his headset, when his dad and Melissa had walked through the door, coming home from a late night date. He hadn't even seen them, until they both came up to the side of the sofa he'd been sprawled across. Stiles hadn't cared about how he looked, it was his home after all and he could wear whatever he wanted, especially when he had been alone the whole time. His dad however had shot him a dangerous look, so Stiles had politely apologized, before quitting the game, with every intention to just go up to his room and hide himself. Melissa had had other plans though. She had sat herself beside Stiles and laughed his apology off. And then she had told him about her own son and how he always laid the same way on the couch Stiles had been, telling him his name and what hobbies he had and that he played some kind of sports. She even had shown Stiles pictures of the other boy, but he hadn't really looked at them. He hadn't been the slightest bit interested and he still wasn't. When he didn't say anything, his father continued. "Well, this is him." He pointed to the boy by Melissa's side. Don't you say, Stiles thought sarcastically. Seemingly his face had been giving away his thoughts, because Noah's eyes were flashing a warning look in his son's direction. Stiles on the other hand just rolled his eyes. Scott interrupted their silent conversation by taking a few steps forward, so he stood right in front of Stiles. They were having the same height, but Stiles felt smaller than ever.

"Hi, I'm Scott." The tanned boy said and extended his hand toward him. Scott had dark hair and loyal brown puppy dog eyes, which where trained on Stiles at the moment. He smiled lightly, causing his uneven jaw to stand out more than usual. Stiles swallowed hard. He felt his father's eyes on him, hell he felt everyone's eyes at him, so he straightened himself up and shook the other teenager's hand.

"Stiles." He replied shortly.

"It's nice to finally meet you." And that was the truth. He didn't want to be just polite, he was honestly excited to finally meet Noah's son. Their parents were dating for over two years now and he really wanted to know the boy he heard stories about. Stiles wore casual clothes, just like Scott himself. He even was the same height. His brown messy hair was styled up, but looked like a hand had run through it too often, so now a few loose strands hung over his forehead. His eyes were a strange brownish or golden color. The dark moles on his face standing in a sharp contrast to his pale skin. Noah had told Scott a few things about his son, nothing too personal, but he did say he closed himself up as soon as someone tried to get to know him better. And Scott could totally see this happen at the moment. Stiles didn't respond to Scott, instead took a few steps back and then turned to his father.

"What's all this?" Stiles asked, while pointing at the boxes. The Sheriff sighed deeply, knowing that the following conversation wouldn't be easy.

"Let's go to the living room and sit down."

"Dad, don't try to buy time here. Just tell me already." Stiles got impatient. These boxes could only mean so much.

"You're right." Noah took a deep breath. He gave the front door a little nudge with his foot, so it would fall shut, just in case Stiles tried to run off, which wouldn't be the first time. He settled one of his arms around Melissa's shoulder, giving her and himself some comfort. The Sheriff had told Melissa a lot about his son, he knew she would understand everything that could happen in the next moments. Nevertheless, he hoped Stiles reaction wouldn't be too harsh. Only one way to find out. "We certainly didn't want it to happen so unexpected, though Melissa and I have talked about it for a while now. I wish I could have prepared you for it, but the circumstances have changed and that's why I didn't have the chance to tell you about this sooner."

Stiles slowly shook his head at his father's words. He knew exactly which words would come out next. He wasn't ready. He didn't want that. He couldn't. Stiles tried his best not to panic, he concentrated on his breathing - slowly in and out. His eyes, though, wandered quickly around the room, looking for an escape. But he knew he couldn't run away, not from that. His dad raised a hand toward him as if he could calm him down with just the gesture, before continuing.

"I know this isn't easy for you, but Melissa and Scott will move in with us."

There it was. His dad had said it out loud. Stiles felt like throwing up. Why did he have to do this to him? He fucking knew how Stiles felt about all of this and his dad couldn't think of anything better than to let those people move in with them? The Sheriff knew exactly what whirled around his son's head, he could see the betrayal in his eyes, but Stiles couldn't expect of him to never go a step further with Melissa. And that's what he wanted to explain to him, as careful as he could.

"How can you do this?" Stiles asked with a broken voice and Noah did his best to not give in and call the whole thing off. But he refused to let Stiles win this round, it was time for them to move on and he certaintly wanted to do it with Stiles together.

"As I said, Melissa and I have been talking about this before, but we wanted to take things slow, so you and Scott could adjust to the idea. But Melissa had to sign her house over to her exhusband sooner than expected, so we're just going with it. I'm sorry everything happens so fast, Stiles, but they will move in with us." Noah stood to his words. As soon as Melissa had told him about her husband wanting the house, his decision had been made. It wasn't as bad as it sounded. Melissa and Rafael ended their marriage on good terms and when she found out he was looking for a house to move in with his new girlfriend, she had called him and said, if he could wait a few months longer, she would give him the house over, because she planned on moving out as well. He'd accepted gratefully and assured time wouldn't be a problem. That was until Rafael had called her three days ago, saying things changed and he needed to move out of his apartment withing the next week. He promised he would understand, if Melissa couldn't just give him the house on short terms, but after a long talk with Noah, she made her deciscion and started to pack her stuff. And now she and her son were here. In their new home.

"That's great, dad, but can you remember what we have been talking about? Can you remember how I told you, I was okay with you and Melissa beeing together, but that I wanted to be left alone in return? Maybe it's easy for you, but I can't just replace mom with another woman." Stiles hated this, he hated fighting with his dad, especially when it was about his mother. But he had always been one to say what he thinks and he wouldn't hold back now just because there were other people in the room as well.

"Stop right there!" Noah got a little louder, he didn't yell, that was something he rarely did. "I'm not replacing your mother and you know that. I miss her just as much, but at some point we need to stop run in circles. We need to move on."

"I can't-" Stiles started, but his dad stopped him with a hand gesture. He loosened himself off his girlfriend, before walking over to his son. He placed both of his hands on Stiles shoulders, while looking him in the eyes.

"I'm not talking about forgetting her, okay? We never will. But I'm talking about living our life like she would want us to." The Sheriff's voice was softer now. He could understand everything Stiles was feeling, because he had felt the same. He was so lucky he had found Melissa, she really helped him get through his grieve and though Stiles had a lot of people who helped him as well, it took him longer to get over his mother's death and that was something Noah would never judge him for.

Melissa cleared her throat quietly, before walking a few steps forward in their direction. As always, she had a reassuring and friendly smile on her lips. Stiles heart clenched as he glanced over to her. She looked at him like a caring mother and he wished he could hate it.

"I won't ever be a replacement for your mother, Stiles. Sure, when we live together I will be cooking for you sometimes, maybe even make your laundry or clean your room if you're too busy with school and everything other. But let me tell you, I will do that, because I want to be a part of your life, just like your dad wants to take care of my son as well. And he could never replace Scott's real dad, but that's okay, because that's not what we want. I don't want to be a replacement, I want to be Melissa, your dad's girlfriend, because I love him very much and I wish we could build a life together. We all." Stiles listened to everything Melissa had to say. He liked her, he really did. She was nice and friendly and always helpful. Maybe that was in her natur, because she was a nurse. Even now, in an awful situation like that, she found the right words. Stiles knew all of what she had been saying already. But it was important for him to hear it from her. She really did love his father and his dad loved her just as much, that was something Stiles knew as well. He would never ruin that for his dad, not when he had a chance to live with such a kind woman as Melissa.

"Okay. Under one condition." Stiles said quietly. He could see his father holding his breath and he toyed with the idea to let him struggle a bit longer, but he abandoned it as quickly as it came to his mind. "No one's removing the pictures of mom in the living room or the paintings she made herself."

Noah let out a relieved sigh. Sometimes it was really hard to deal with Stiles and he had been afraid his son would come up with some strange conditions, but in the end he only demanded things, the Sheriff didn't even want to change in the first place. "I wouldn't have done that either way. So we're good now?"

Stiles nodded and swallowed down a 'for now'. He was pretty sure this wouldn't be the last argument they would have, but for now he accepted Melissa's words, even though he didn't like this new adjustment one bit.

"Can I make a condition as well?" Melissa asked bravely. Stiles shrugged, not sure what she could have in mind. She continued. "One day a week, I want us all to do something together, even if it's just for a few hours. I know you don't like bonding, but this will only work if we get to know each other better."

No, no he really didn't like bonding. The thought alone went shivers down his back, but he couldn't help but agree with her. He wanted this to work as well, for his dad's sake and that would only happen, if he knew the people who were living in his house now. God, he didn't want to do this.

"Yeah, okay, but that dosen't mean I have to like it."

Melissa tried her best not to smile, but failed miserably. She raised her hand to her mouth to hide her big girn, but it wasn't like Stiles hadn't seen it before. He rolled his eyes but couldn't help smile as well, just a little tiny smile, the corners of his mouth barely raising, but it was enough for Melissa to let her hand drop again and show her happiness. The Sheriff on the other hand was still nervous, because there was another thing Stiles wouldn't like. He straightened the wrinkles in his shirt, while thinking about the best way he could annonce the bad news. When he didn't find one, he decided to just let the bomb drop.

"There's another thing.. It's going to take me a few days until I'm sorted through all the stuff in our spare room, so you need to share yours with Scott for a while." Stiles blinked at his father, before switching his gaze to Scott, who still stood silently in the same place he had been before. He asked himself, if his father wanted to test his temper, because one more surprise and Stiles was sure he would explode. He pressed his lips hard together in a thin line to stop any words that might want to escape. Letting out a huff, that sounded more like a growl than anything other, he nodded again. He could do this, he could still go through all this. For his dad. For his dad's happiness. Stiles replied those words silently like a mantra in his head.

"Great." His dad smiled and clapped his hands loudly together, which caused Scott to twitch in surprise. The tension in the room was so thick, but the Sheriff smirked right through it. He had expected a lot more trouble, but his son was way more understanding than he had thought. "You help Scott bring his stuff in your room and show im around, yeah?"

Stiles threw his head in his neck and let out a loud laugh, the barking sound echoing through the house. If someone managed to laugh sarcastically, then it was Stiles. He clapped his dad twice on the shoulder, before walking to the stairs, taking two steps a time, while his father called his name after him. He could hear the Sheriff grumbling and apologizing to Scott, it sent cruel satisfaction through Stiles body.

Scott said he would help carry the rest of their boxes inside the house, which all went by silently. Noah and his mother said something to each other every now and then, but otherwise it was pretty quiet, but that was okay with Scott, because he had a lot to think about. He tried his best to keep himself together for his mother's sake, but in truth he felt like freaking out every second now. It didn't really matter to him that they moved, even though he missed his old house already. However, his dad had promised to keep Scott's room the way it is, so when he wanted to visit him, he could still sleep in his old room, which was Scott was really grateful for. He didn't care either that he needed to go to another school, because of their moving. His mom had made sure, he really felt comfortable about changing school, telling him they wouldn't move, if he wanted to graduate at his old school. But the truth was, Scott was more than happy to leave his school behind, the new one couldn't be worse, so he was actually looking forward to it. The only thing he felt uneasy about, was his new stepbrother. He had never met Stiles, because the other boy didn't want to get to know him. Melissa explained to him, that Stiles had some kind of trust issues and binding problems, which didn't make it any easier to live with him under the same roof. The Sheriff said he should always keep trying to talk to his son and he shouldn't take it too personal, if Stiles leashed out on him. Scott promised, both his mother and Noah, he would try his best.

When every box stood in the hallway and living room, Scott took one with his name on it and slowly made his way to the stairs. The Sheriff did the same, but took two boxes in his arms and then walked behind Scott. On top of the stairs, Noah lead him to Stiles room, hoping his son was still cooperative. The door was ajar, so he nudged it open with his shoulder, revealing Stiles who sat at his desk. Seemingly, he had only been waiting for them. Noah searched for a free place to put the boxes and when he didn't find one, he went over to Stiles. He put the boxes in his son's lap, who huffed in respond. The Sheriff rolled the chair Stiles was sitting on backwards until he had enough room to place the boxes under the desk.

"I need my desk, dad."

"Well, it's a good thing the boxes are under your desk then." Stiles rolled his eyes at his father's answer, but didn't say anything other. He watched as his dad put away Scott's stuff. Stiles had almost been freaking out about the thought alone that Melissa and Scott were moving in with them, but actually seeing it was something completely different. He could only hope, he would get his room back for himself in a few days like his dad had promised.

"Would you take the mattress of the guest bed and put it beside your bed?" Noah asked his son. He knew Stiles didn't like this change here, but that wasn't a excuse for beeing rude. Stiles could, and the Sheriff would make sure he actually would, help Scott with everything out. When his son didn't move, Noah sighed loudly. He pushed the last box under the desk, before straighteing himself. "Listen, we all know you don't like the change, but this is new for Scott, too. He moved out of his childhood house, changed school and now needs to share a room with a guy, who acts like he wouldn't care about him one bit. Get yourself together, you're not alone in this."

Stiles glanced at his dad with a dark glint in his eyes, but only because he knew he was right. He thought of something witty to say, though for once absolutely nothing came to his mind. He pushed himself off the chair, causing it roll further backwards, and slendered through the door to get to the spare room, which would be Scott's in a few days. The first look in the room brought Stiles to sigh. It was pure chaos and he couldn't really imagine his dad getting through all this stuff in only two or three days. They had stashed everything possible in this room, it would take a long time to sort this all out. Stiles climbed clumsly over the things in there, knocked first his knee and then his ellbow on something hard and sharp. He swore grumpily, before fighting the mattress off the bed. It was an absolut struggle to get it off and out of the room with the little space to move in, but after a few more swears and strumbling, he managed to push it out of the room. Growling, he lifted the mattress up, carrying it in front of his body, so he needed to walk sideways to see where he was going. When he finally reached his room again, he let out a loud "fuck!", before letting mattress fall to the floor. He was actually sweating, because of all the struggling he did before. Scott looked like he wanted to say something, maybe offer his help, but decided to stay silent instead, which was a good thing, because Stiles was always very irritable whenever he struggled with something. He pushed the mattress angrily across the floor and beside his bed. His father looked amused with a smug grin on his face. It wasn't always easy with Stiles, but most of the time, he knew how to handle him. Stiles choose to ignore his dad, his pride way to touchy to handle any cockiness at the moment. He went out of his room a second time and into his father's instead. Walking over to the wardrobe, he took a bedspread and the spare pillow and blanket, the ones Isaac always had used whenever he'd ran away from his abusive dad and had asked to crash over. Now he was living with the Argents, Chris had adpoted him after Isaac's father had beat him up so badly he landed in the hospital. Stiles could remember that Allison and Isaac fought a lot at the beginning, but now there were so close to each other, they refered to each other as brother and sister. It was an other situation than the one he had with Scott now though, so he shook off his thoughts and wandered back to his room. He let all the stuff he had in his arms fall onto the mattress, because, let's face it, Scott was old enough to make his bed along. He fell back down on his own bed and hid his face with his arm. The Sheriff smug smile changed into a proud one. He could clearly see that his son was still grumpy and unhappy about the situation, but at least he did as he was told now and helped Scott. He went over to him and placed a hand on his upper arm, squeezing it with fondness, before walking out of the room, letting the boys by themselves.

Scott stood uselessly in the room, at least he felt that way. He didn't dare to move or say anything as long as Stiles was swearing and grumbling with a deep frown on his forehead. It was only when the heat started to raise in his head, that he realized, he had held his breath the whole time, too. Scott shook his head in an atempt to get himself together. This was his life now and he would try to make the best out of it. He was way to optimistic to let himself feel down. When Noah left, he made his way over to his mattress. He pulled the bed sheet over it, before arranging the pillow at the top and folding the blankets at the bottom. After that he dared to have a look at the room. It wasn't really speacial, a typical teenager room, mostly colored in light blue. A desk in the corner of the room, stashed with paperwork and school books. Scott let his gaze wander further to the shelve, which stood on the wall beside the door. It was filled with uncontable amounts of books and two chessboards and that was something, why Scott always thought bedrooms were something very intimate, because they could say so much about you. Like, the room looked clean and all, but it wasn't tidy. Everything seemed to be on it's place, but in a mild chaos like the mass of papers on his desk. Maybe Stiles wouldn't talk to him, but Scott would definitely get to know him better through his room. He saw a pair of drum sticks in the same shelf the books were in, as well as CD's and lots of Vinyl. And then there was the guitar, which laid beide Stiles on the bed, so Scott reasoned he was a heavy fan of music, especially rock and alternative from what he could see on the CD's and the posters on the walls. He remembered Noah telling him something about Stiles making music himself.

Scott observed the room further until his eyes landed on some pictures on the wall above the desk. He walked over there to get a better look at them. Every picture was secured to the wall with tape stripes, askew and without any real order, at least non Scott could see. There were almost ever the same persons on the photos; a pretty girl with red hair and full lips, one with brown hair and always a beautiful smile on her face, an asian looking girl with black hair, a guy with dirty blonde curly hair with a sheepish girn on his face, and then Stiles himself. Scott assumed these were the people Stiles hung out most. The first photo that got Scott's attention was one with the redhead in it. It was a close up selfie from her and Stiles, both head on head, smiling brightly in the camera.

The second picture his eyes fell on, was one he almost wasn't able to look away. The girl with the brown hair had her arms slung around Stiles neck, he had his arm around her shoulders and both were smiling for the camera. They looked really close and if he had enough courage, he would have asked Stiles about the girl. Because she was definitely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He briefly wondered, if he would see her around some time in school or maybe even here at home.

He forced himself to look on another photo, before he would start to drool all over the other one. On this one was the girl with the red hair again, she stood beside Stiles, her arm around his back, his around her shoulder. And beside Stiles was Noah in his sheriff uniform, both had their arms around each others back as well. Scott liked this one, because it looked like a moment, they had been truly happy.

His gaze wandered quickly over the other photos, they all looked pretty much the same. Stiles and his friends always had their arms around each and were smiling into the camera. Most of the pictures had the redhead in it, but there were quiet a lot of the others, too. Scott saw at least seven photos of all five of them together, but there were a few within, where just Stiles, the asian girl and the other guy could be seen on together. On one of them the girl stood behind a keyboard, the guy with the blonde curls beside her with drum sticks in his hand and on the girl's other side was Stiles, a guitar strapped around his body. Maybe they made music together or were in a band. That would explain the amount of photos with just the three of them. Scott took a few steps to his left to look at the cork board, which was on the wall next to the taped photos. There were lots of notes on it and a few polaroid pictures pinned on, but not as much as on the wall. Two of the photos confirmed the assumption he already had, while he'd looked at the taped pictures. Both of them with the red haired girl and Stiles again. The first one had them both looking and smiling at each other. She wore a dress and Stiles was in a white button down. In the corner, written with a black marker, stood 'Spring Ball '16'. The other showed them in each others arms again, smiling in the camera. They wore both casual clothes and looked really comfortable around each other. This photo had a writing as well, labeled as 'L+S first date', which was the confirmation Scott needed to be absolutely sure that this was Stiles' girlfriend. He had assumed it already, when he had seen the other pictures, because they almost ever stood side by side on the photos or she was kissing him on the cheek. But he thought maybe there were just really good friends, because Stiles seemed close to the others too. Now, though, he was sure they dated.

"What are you doing?" Stiles suddenly asked from behind him, still on his bed, but now in a sitting position. Scott turned around with a surprised look on his face. He wasn't expecting to hear Stiles' voice so soon again. He scratched the back of his head, before pointing over his shoulder to the photos.

"I err.. I was just looking at the pictures." Scott explained truthfully. Stiles couldn't blame him for looking around the room. Everyone would have done that and it wasn't like the photos had been hid somewhere and neither was he looking through Stiles stuff. He just observed all the obvious things. When Stiles didn't reply, Scott decided to ask something in return. "The girl with the red hair, she's your girlfriend, right?"

Stiles looked at him suspiciously, eyeing him from the bottom to the top as if he would be looking for something Scott could hide from him. But it wasn't Scott's intention to hide something, it was the complete opposite. He wanted to get to know Stiles better and in return, he would tell him everything Stiles wanted to know about him. The only problem was, that the other teenager seemed not the slightest bit interested in anything Scott had to offer. He wouldn't back down so easily though, he had promised he would try his best with Stiles, even if it earned him weary looks and frowns.

After a long pause, Stiles finally answered with a short and simple "yeah", but it was enough for Scott to continue their conversation.

"What's her name?"

And again Stiles stayed silent. He didn't knew what Scott's intentions were. Probably, he just wanteed to get to know him better, but Stiles wasn't interested. Okay, maybe that wasn't true. Stiles was actually curious about the other boy, but he just couldn't allow himself to get vulnerable. The reason he hated getting to know people, was that he was afraid he would like them. To normal people it may sound ridiculous, to him it was constant fair he could lose those people. That's why he got jealous, whenever he was at a party with Lydia and another guy flirted with her. That's why he had cried himself to sleep, the night his dad told him he started to see Melissa, full of fair he would lose his father to the woman. That's why he shut himself off from Melissa and Scott, because he'd already lost one mother and he could never bare to get through that again, because he had lost Heather, the girl he'd always seen as a sister. It was enough for Stiles, he already needed to worry about his four closest friends and his father. He hadn't any desire to add more people on the 'when I lose you I'm going to lose my mind as well – list'.

"Lisa, Lilly, Luna, Lara, Louise." Scott suddenly started. Stiles looked at him as if he was the crazy one now. What the hell was wrong with him? "Layla, Lissy, Lena."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Well, you don't want to tell me your girlfriends name, but I know, thanks to the polaroid over there, that her name starts with a L. So, give me a sign, if I get the right one, yeah?" Scott answered casually. This guy really didn't back off easily. Stiles would have been impressed, because that was totally something he would do too, but simultaniously he was pissed off Scott pulled a move like that on him.

Scott took a deep breath and started again. "Larissa, Lila, Lili-"

"Lydia! Okay, her name is Lydia. Can you shut the fuck up now?" Stiles barked at him angrily and Scott smiled smugly. If Stiles didn't want to share anything with him, Scott simply had to find other ways to get him to talk to him. And annoying him to death seemed like a pretty good idea, and a successful one, too. His thoughts wandered back to the pretty brunette girl from the photos. Scott bit his lip, weightening his chances of really getting an answer out of Stiles, if he asked for her name as well. After a moment, he decided to ask. What did he have lose after all?

"And her name?" He pointed at the picture of her and Stiles with their arms slung around each other. Stiles lifted his head to get a look at the picture Scott was pointing at. When he saw, who the other was refearing to, he raised his eyebrows at Scott, who in return was only shrugging his shoulders, because why should he start explain himself, when Stiles only aknowledged him halfheartly all the time. "I can start guessing names again, if you want."

Stiles shot him a dangerous look, before standing up from the bed and going over to where Scott was standing beside the desk. Their equal height allowing Stiles to look right into Scott's brown orbs, starring a warning in his face with a pissed off expression on his own.

"What game are you trying to play here?" Stiles asked with a calm voice, which didn't match his angry observant look. Scott swallowed thickly and shook his head with little confusion. He really didn't want to get punched on his first day living with Stiles.

"I'm not playing anything. I just wanted to know her name, but it's cool, you don't have to tell me."

"Her name is Allison and she's my best friend, so you better stay the fuck away from her."

"Stiles, hey, I don't.. I don't want to take away your friends, okay? I just want to get to know you better." Stiles blinked at the other boy's respond. Was he really that easy to read? Stood his fear of losing people so clearly on his face, that everyone, who looked a little closer could figure it out? Now it was his turn to swallow the lump in his throat down.

"I don't know anyone here, so I thought it would be nice to have at least you by my side. Considering we're now stepbrothers or whatever." Scott shrugged at the end of his sentence. He waited a few seconds for an answer and when he didn't get one, he bent down to grab one of his boxes. There were still some of them at their old house, they didn't get them all packed up in only the two cars today, so they would take the rest tomorrow. If the Sheriff could persuade Stiles to help them, they even had one car more to pack all of their stuff in and maybe they would get all of it in one go with the extra space.

Scott had made sure to get the boxes with his jeans, shirts and sleeping clothes, so he would have something to wear. He searched through the one box he'd opened until he found his pyjama pants and toothbrush, while Stiles was still standing in front of him, watching him in curiosity. When Scott asked where the bathroom was, Stiles answered for a change right away, before going over his bed again and grabbing his guitar. He slumped down on the bedsheets and sighed out loud. Scott went into the bathroom, finding it on first try with Stiles' instructions. He changed into his more comfortable clothes, before looking at himself through the mirror. He looked a bit tired, but that was understandable. The day had been stressful and exhausting, he couldn't wait to fall into his selfmade bed and relax for the rest of the evening. Scott brushed his teeth and washed his face, then collected his clothes from the floor and walking into Stiles' room again. The other teenager still laid on his bed with the guitar placed over his chest, but this time though, he was pulling the strings, sending soft sounds through the otherwise silent room.

Scott went to place his clothes on his boxes, when Stiles unexpected voice startled him once again. "I made room in my closet.", was all he said. He didn't even look at him while doing so. Scott couldn't hide his surprise and let out a bewildered sounding noise. Slowly, he made his way over to Stiles' closet, glancing at him from the corner of his eye, as if he expected the other to jump him any moment. But he didn't. So Scott opened the closet and found indeed a free spot where he could put his clothes. A small smile was forming on his lips, while he folded his jeans and shirt and then put them away. He turned around again to look at Stiles, who was still laying on his back and looking at the ceiling.

"Thanks."

He didn't know what else to say and he had a feeling, if he said anything more, it would only annoy Stiles again, so he kept it simple. As expected he got only a grunt as a respond, well it was actually more than Scott had expected. Happy with the turn of events, he went over to his mattress and let himself fall onto it with a content sigh. His head hit the pillow, so that he was now looking at the ceiling as well. He laid like that for a few minutes, before he took his phone and went through twitter and after that started to play a game he had on his phone, while Stiles was still lazily playing unknown songs on his guitar. Neither of them said anything for the rest of the evening.

When their parents decided to check in on them, after hours full of silence, which was uncharacteristically for Stiles and had made Noah suspicious, they were both in the same position as before. Melissa and Noah were quiet surprised to find their sons peacefully on their beds, though the sight of them made the couple happy. It would take time for them to grow into a family, but the Sheriff would make sure this would work out like they wanted.

AN: I posted the story on ao3 as well, but there you can insert photos in your stories. I put the pictures Scott is looking at in there, so if you want to see them just go to ao3, my name is 'angelina612' just like here and the story name is the same as well :)