stiles stilinski had childhood trauma and signs of delusions and schizophrenia were seen in the boy. but as he got older everyone thought it went away.
a Japanese trickster spirit took over stiles for an amount of time, and killed stiles' best frie...
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the girls eyes fluttered open, asshe felt the heat of the sun on her face.
harper sat up, and took in her surroundings, then realised that stiles wasn't with her. a small sense of panic set in and she hoped that it was stiles she would be facing. "stiles?" her voice was scratchy and groggy.
a small thumping sounded from outside stiles' door, and the boy stuck his head through the space where the door was cracked open "hi" he stepped inside the room and sat down cross legged on his bed, facing harper "sorry i didn't want to wake you" harper yawned and rubbed her eyes "what time is it?" stiles pulls out his phone from his back pocket "uh 6:43" "how are you so cheery for it being 6am" harper dramatically throws herself backwards.
"i woke up at 4. i have trouble sleeping" he chuckles. harper sits back up and narrows her eyes at him "stiles how much sleep have you gotten?" "8 hours in the last three days" "stiles!" harper smacks him on the arm. "if i have to personally drug you every night just to make sure you go to sleep, don't think i won't stilinski"
stiles playfully rolls his eyes and harper smiles and looks down, playing with her fingers. "can you drop me to my moms to get ready, then you can drop me at school?"
stiles nods and harper stands up, gathering her stuff she previously put at the end of stiles' bet the night before "shit i'm still in your shirt" harper tugged the ends of the material stiles shrugged and grabbed the keys to his jeep "keep it"
something inside of harper went all warm and fuzzy then her cheeks went a slight rosy colour. she looked down to conceal her smile.
they went down the stairs and harper said a goodbye to the sherrif, who was happily munching on toast and drinking coffee.
once again, the duo were sitting in the front seats of roscoe, with the windows slightly cracked open and music playing quietly in the background
it was like a scene in a coming of age movie, two people, one a confident young girl who barley had crushes or liked people, the other, a young boy who is riddled with adhd and anxiety. both equally head over heals for each other but both too stubborn to admit it.
the jeep halted and harper jumped out. "see you later okay?" "see you later" stiles watched as harper sped-walked to her door, almost tripping over a few times and he found himself smiling at the thought of her, again.
"mom im home" harper yelled as she entered the house. "how was it?" harper stopped in her tracks and faced her mom "the sleepover? you had a sleepover with the girls right?" "oh, no it wasn't a sleepover. i just stayed at someone's" harper goes to walk up her stairs, but her mom speaks again
