New fanfic because I suck at finishing my old ones. If there is a fanfiction of mine that I have not finished but you would like me to please comment saying which one or DM me! Thank you and please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Captain Underpants! ;)

Stiles Stilinski had never been "okay." Even when his mother had still been around, something just wasn't right with the boy. When he wasn't shaking under the desks in the classroom, he was in the sandbox after lunch whispering to himself in quick murmurs. The other children avoided him entirely, as if he wasn't there at all. Their parents had told them to do so. They had all believed that the boy was safer alone, but they had no idea how much seclusion could damage a seven year old.

Things only went downhill for the boy once he had seen his own mother die. He no longer shook while under the desk, but screamed. He no longer whispered in the sandbox, but sat silently letting the miniscule black ants use his skin as a bridge. He never spoke and this only scared the other children farther from him. When the teacher attempted to ask him questions, he screamed. Eventually Mrs. Marsh gave up, along with the boy's own father who began to shy away from the seemingly useless "conversations." Sheriff Stilinski used alcohol as an excuse when his temper got the best of him.

Stiles had begun to have panic attacks on the regular and it freaked the other second graders out to the point of making some children leave the school. After a quite terrible attack, Stiles was hospitalized for over a month. Doctors had trouble figuring out what, in fact, was wrong with the boy.

When he came back, the kids stared and when he left only ten minutes later because of yet another panic attacked, the kids laughed. All except for the little red head in the far corner who knew exactly what a panic attack was and how scared Stiles must have felt. Of course the boy was too busy seizing to notice the cute pigtailed girl who felt an ache for the lonely boy.

Throughout the year, Stiles progressed. He no longer screamed nor hide under the table and this utterly confused yet made his father much much happier. At recess, the boy still went to the sandbox. It was a routine that couldn't seem to be broken no matter how hard Mrs. Marsh tried to remove the boy from the ant infested box.

Little Lydia Martin with the fiery hair played with her friends, but her eyes never left the sandbox boy. Although often times she wanted to, Lydia never approached the boy because her mother had told her not to. What good girl didn't listen to her own mother?

It was December when the new kid came to Beacon Hills Elementary. He was the second smallest boy, Stiles being the first. His name was Scott McCall and he was a little shy. The principal had warned him of Stiles before the boy had even entered the school and that only perked Scott's interest. The moment he entered the classroom, his eyes scanned for the boy his principal had mentioned only moments earlier. His eyes stopped on the boy in the back of the room who had his arms wrapped around his knees.

"Class, this is Scott McCall, our new student," Mrs Marsh introduced, smiling as she motioned for the boy to sit in the free seat next to the "hiding" boy. The teacher continued her speech about the Captain Underpants book as Scott situated himself in his new seat. He pulled out a few items from his bag and placed them neatly on his desk. His notebook was in the far left corner and his pen and pencil were next to each other.

It had been almost fifteen minutes into class before Scott had worked up the courage to say hello to the boy in the desk next to his own. Deeply caramel eyes revealed themselves from behind pale legs. Although no more words were exchanged, Scott swore he could hear the boy's heartbeat speed up.

By recess, Scott had already made quite a few friends, including the red head who called him cute. A lot of them pointed at Stiles, who sat in the sandbox, and asked Scott if he knew what was wrong with the boy. Scott had simply shrugged his shoulders before trotting over to the sand.

"Hey Stiles!" Scott said as he sat on the edge of the box. Stiles jumped, not expecting the new boy to already know his name.

"Whatcha doing?" Scott's eyes were trained on the little ants crawling on Stiles' striped shirt.

The small brunette didn't answer, but simply petted the sand with his fingers. He peeked at Scott a few times, surprised that he had yet to leave.

"Batman's one of my favorites too," Stiles jumped, his eyes were wide and his breathing got faster.

"How'd you...?" Stiles' voice whispered, but trailed off as he noticed he had subconsciously drawn the bat symbol in the sand. He looked back up at Scott with still wide eyes. Scott's mouth formed into a giant smile. He had gotten not just one word but two out of Stiles and that and that made him happier than anything.

"See you later, Batman!" Scott said, running to the teacher as the bell rang.

Stiles Stilinski had never been "okay," but for now Stiles Stilinski was quite alright.

This is not a oneshot! Five reviews for next chapter? Love you all and I hope you enjoyed this, I know I did.