'So I have four suspects' Stiles says to Scott while you three lie on Scott’s bed, something you do alot lately. 'Are you seriously?' you ask. Since you tell them you like someone they keep trying to guess who the mysterious guy is. 'Four? You have four suspects?' Scott asks surprise. 'Right here folks, right here' you say while they keep ignoring you. 'Yes. Derek, Parrish, you or me. But I don't really think It's one of us, so there's only two suspects now' 'What about Peter?' you ask joking with them. 'Peter? You like Peter?' Scott asks confuse. 'The same Peter we know?' Stiles asks even more confused 'Maybe' you say playing with your hair 'Seriously?' they both ask 'Obviously … NO. How could someone like Peter?' you start laughing like crazy 'I almost believe that' Scott says and releases all his breath relieved 'I really hate you now for making me believe that' Stiles says a little angry 'You don't hate me, you love me because I'm awesome' you say and the three of you laugh.
AN- So I sort of changed what happens in this because I quite literally just read an imagine with the same exact plot you requested, but I do hope you like this one!
I let out a loud and overdramatic sigh as I threw my book bag down behind the front desk, removing my sunglasses and shoes.
“Hello, Aurora. I take it your day was less than pleasant?” My grandmother, whose bookstore I had helped run since I was young, called out to me as she finished stocking the shelf nearest to me with books.
I merely groaned in response, earning myself a chuckle as she pulled her thick chestnut curls into a ponytail.
“I have to run a few errands, and I promised Melissa that I would drop her off dinner tonight at the hospital. Would you mind running the shop for me for a few hours? Scott will be dropping by shortly as well.”
I nodded at my grandmother, giving her a tight hug before she waltzed out the doors of the old bookshop that I loved so much.
The store had been my place of comfort since before I could even remember, its faint smell of books and freesia becoming my own. I loved it with all my heart, and worked here nearly everyday after school.
Many people will tell you that they love the quiet peacefulness of bookshops, but I will tell you differently. The shop was always bustling with people, the chatter and laughter and noise never failing to bring a smile to my face. It was a loud and lovely place, filled with color and sound.
It was home.
The light tinkling of the bells that I had picked out one winter evening with my grandmother indicated the arrival of a customer, and I swung my legs over the front desk to go and greet them, not bothering to put my shoes on.
A deep laugh echoed off the bookshelves, and I giggled.
“Scott McCall!” I launched myself into his large arms, the both of us laughing as we embraced each other.
He set me down gently, patting my head with a grin as he was much taller than myself.
“What brings you here today?” I asked, twirling my shamrock ring- a nervous twitch I had inherited from my grandmother.
Scott motioned to me, the semblance of a smirk on his face as I blushed.
“Hi, I’m Liam Dunbar.” I stuttered out, and the beautiful girl grinned at me.
“Everyone knows that. Lacrosse superstar freshman, and you sit behind me in Geometry. Aurora Asher, Scott’s cousin.” She stuck out her tanned hand for me to shake, which I did nervously.
“Everyone knows that. Complete genius, and Lydia Martin’s best friend.” I joked back, reluctantly letting go of her hand.
“Liam, Aurora already knows that your my new Beta. She knows everything about the supernatural actually, probably even more than me.” Scott laughed out, and Aurora winked at the two of us.
“And don’t you forget it! What brings you two here today?”
“We’re in need of some references relating to the shift. Dunbar here’s got an IED, and I want to see how his shifts will continue to affect him without having an anchor.” Scott explained, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
Aurora surveyed the two of us carefully, one hand placed firmly on her right hip. She nodded, turning around abruptly and Scott tugging me along to follow.
“I think I have exactly what you two need.”
We followed her down the winding aisles of bookshelves, the overwhelming scent of flowers and used books a refreshing change from the bitter smell of sweat and desperation that filled the high school hallways.
I watched her as she padded across the dark wood floors, her bare feet not ever making a sound.She was very careful to watch her step, constantly on the look out for stray books or a flat surface to trip on.
“We haven’t gotten a chance to talk lately. What’s been up with you?” Scott asked, a twinge of sadness in his tone.
“And whose fault is that?” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but her tone was light. “I’ve been fine. That Garrett kid won’t leave me alone, though. It’s a tad unnerving. Showed up at gran’s house yesterday with freesia and violets. How the hell does he even know where I live?”
“Oh, do calm down. I’m a big girl now Scott, tie my own shoes and everything. I can handle him. You have bigger problems to worry about, it seems.” She teased, and Scott frowned.
“Don’t forget that I was the one who taught you how to tie them, little A. I always have time for you.”
Aurora came to a halt, turning to face Scott with a smile.
“I know.” She kissed his cheek gently.
“Now! I believe this will help.” She pulled a thick, leather bound book of the shelf triumphantly, and blew the dust of of it with a grin.
She coughed loudly, and Scott and I laughed.
“Damn, I always forget not to do that.”
Scott’s phone dinged, and he dug through his pockets to look for it.
“Shit, Lyd’s got some new info on the deadpool and Stiles wants me there pronto. Can you watch Liam? He can’t control himself yet, and I don’t want him getting hurt.”
I nodded, ignoring Liam’s protests.
“Thanks Sleeping Beauty, I owe you one.” He kissed my cheek and gave me a quick hug, before turning to leave.
I turned to Liam, still clutching the worn black book.
“Would you care to read this together? I did more research on shifting than I care to admit, so I can help you if necessary.”
“Really? You’d help me?”
“Of course I would. You’re part of the pack now, Liam.” I smiled warmly at him, rolling my eyes good-naturedly at his confused expression.
“You know, I think you should wait to read this one with Scott. I think we have other things to discuss.”
I grabbed the taller boy’s hand, pulling him down aisles and towards a small clearing in the center of the store filled with plush couches and tables.
I turned the coffee maker on, and the gestured over to my usual table.
“I’ll be right over.”
I filled two cups with coffee, grabbing a plate full of muffins and cookies before heading over to the table Liam was rated at, taking the seat across from him.
“So, Liam. You’ve heard of a pack of wolves before I assume?” He nodded as I took a sip from my coffee mug, an eager expression on his face.
“Well, a group of werwolves is also called a pack. Except the pack in question can also contain other members, such as banshees or humans. Anyone can become a part of it. Scott has already introduced you to the other members of the pack. The only reason I was not there the night of the full moon is because I had… a prior engagement, so to speak. I only just returned from my trip two nights ago.”
I paused to take another sip of my coffee, and Liam quirked an eyebrow.
“What are you?”
I laughed, raising an eyebrow in return.
“I’m sorry, that sounded rude.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, it’s not rude at all. Only natural for you to be curious. I find it rather amusing to make people guess, but I feel as if you’ve had enough games these past few weeks. I’m an omni-linguist, someone with the ability to understand any form of language. It’s nothing particularly exciting. I regret to inform you that I do not sprout fur or lose my mind on full moons… just words. It has come in handy at times, but unfortunately my lack of powers in the physical department has often left me side-lined in battles. I work behind the scenes… Stiles likes to call me a shadow.” I finished with a small smile, Liam hanging off my every word.
“And you, Liam Dunbar. I’ve met plenty of werewolves in my time, but there’s something different about you. You see, words are what connect people, so I suppose it’s only natural that I’ve developed a certain… fascination for people. They are puzzles, multi-layered and confusing. Much like have I have a knack for languages, I also have a knack for finding what makes people tick.” I raised my coffee cup to my lips, my golden irises trained on his entrancing blue ones. “But I can’t get a read on you.”
“I don’t think anyone can.” I sighed, swirling my coffee.
“Oh, none of that. When we pity ourselves, all we see is ourselves. When we have problems, all we see are our problems. We don’t see the good things in our lives. You have so much to be happy for. Do not allow the sadnesses in your life to detract from that.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, as I thought on her words. I think that was one of the best things about Aurora. She didn’t pressure you to talk, or do anything, really.
She didn’t pressure you to be more than what you were, or different. I had only spoken to her on a few occasions beforehand, but I had never felt as if I had to pretend to be someone else. She saw right through all those facades, and instead of tearing them down and leaving you exposed, she merely joined you under your little canopy. It was refreshing to find someone who didn’t hide their insecurities, but wouldn’t pressure you to do the same.
I looked up from my coffee to observe her.
She had dark blonde hair, braided with flowers as it often was. Even in the middle of winter, you would still find Aurora Asher with at least one flower in her hair. Her metallic gold eyes, reminding me of a lighthouse beacon, would not surprise me if they glowed in the dark. They were the fascination of many boys at Beacon Hills and Devenford Prep. Not that she knew that, as she was painfully oblivious to people’s affections towards her. She had the willowy build of a ballerina, but don’t let that fool you. She was one of the clumsiest people you’ll ever meet, her knees covered in purple bruises and elbows always blossoming hues of green and blue.
Her personality was a completely different story, a strange mix of poetic pessimism and outstanding optimism, a realist at times with the aspects of a dreamer coloring her tone. She wasn’t a paradox per say, merely a combination of odd traits that reminded me of a book I had read in seventh grade- Alice and Wonderland, was it?
She had once told our English class that there are two types of beauty. The one that smacks you across the face and is plastered on Magazine covers. And there is the type that grows on you. The one you don’t expect. The one that poets and authors write about. The eternal kind.
Aurora was mixture of both, a flower that bloomed a bit to prematurely yet grew around you like a vine and ensnared you, becoming the most beautiful and dangerous one of all in time.
My eyes trailed to her hand strewn across the leather book on the table, her neon blue nail polish chipped away. I contemplated my next move for a moment, steeling my nerves and building up my courage.
I reached across the table, and took her hand in my own.
She peered up at me, her eyes burning into mine- but it was a nice burn. Like the warm crackle of a campfire or the sun in late spring.
A small smile grew on her face, and she looked as if she wanted to speak, but she waited for me to initiate the conversation.
“Hm?” She hummed, her smile widening just enough to display her dimples.
“Can I ask you something? I mean, I know we’ve barely talked at all, and we only just- well, I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while now, but I get it if you- you know, maybe I’ll just-”
She rolled her eyes playfully, standing up.
“Dance with me?” She interrupted, effectively cutting off my ramblings which I was immensely grateful for.
“What?” I asked, in a state of confusion.
“Dance with me.” She repeated, pulling me up as she clicked a song on from her phone, which was connected to the sound system of the bookstore. (soundcloud link here)
Fix You by Boyce Avenue played as I placed my free hand on her back, her other hand going up to rest on my chest.
“Liam, what were you going to ask me?” She questioned, the corners of her mouth turned up in a sly grin.
I mulled over the pros and cons of telling her how I felt, fearing rejection deeply. Ultimately, I figured the pros outweighed the cons, and swallowed harshly.
“Would you want to go out with me sometime?” I asked, confidently looking her in the eyes.
She was quiet for a heartbeat.
“I’d love to.”
It took me a second to process her answer, but as soon as I did, I was ecstatic.
“Really?” I grinned, putting both hands on her waist as she slid he hands up to the back of my neck.
“Yes, really!” She grinned back, giggling as I picked her up and spun her around.
I put her down slowly, leaning down as I did so. Our faces were centimeters away from each other, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Can I… can I kiss you?” I muttered, my eyes still on hers.
Her lips met mine in a soft kiss, and I heard a curse from behind us that couldn’t make me pull away from the beautiful girl.
“Shit man, Scott’s going to kill you.” Derek announced loudly, making Aurora smile into the kiss.
You liked Scott, liked liked, and it was hard trying to move from the girl friend to girlfriend. As you’d learned awhile back, something always got in the way, Allison was the first thing, he’d been in love with her and then after she broke up with him he spent all his time trying to get her back.
It drove you wild, if she didn’t want him anymore why couldn’t he get over that? So you made up your mind, you were going to move on, things obviously weren’t gonna go the way you wanted them to with Scott so you really had no choice. Well, you told yourself you were going to move on, and you had been doing such a good job of it too, until Ethan slashed your car tires.
The boys were staying late for some type of practice and you were staying late for detention, apparently Ms. Blake didn’t appreciate your sarcastic remarks unlike the rest of the class. You’d heard all about Isaac and Scott taking apart Ethan and Aiden’s rides. You didn’t think the twin alphas would take it out on you.
That’s why when you walked out into the parking lot after detention you were surprised to find your tires slashed. You groaned and cursed worse than a sailor. You walked back into the school and marched straight into the boys locker room where you found both of the twins along with Scott, Isaac and Danny.
“What the hell is your problem?!” you shoved Aiden into the wall of lockers. He smirked for a split second before putting on a confused expression for show. “(y/n) back up.” Danny said trying to pull you away, you easily shrugged him off.
“What are you talking about?” Aiden asked still acting confused. “Oh, don’t try that you stupid asshole. My car, my tires, you slashed them! Let’s get one things straight: I’m not apart of your stupid game, you don’t mess with my car, you don’t mess with me and I let you live.” You growled out the boys were looking on in awe until Scott pulled you off of him.
“(y/n), what’s wrong, what happened?” He asked making you focus on him. “This stupid fucker slashed my tires! This is your fault just as much as it is his!” You shouted prying his hands off of your shoulders.
“My fault?” He asked confused. “Yes, your fault, you’re playing ‘who’s got bigger balls’ with him and my car gets damaged in the process. Leave me out of your game, I don’t want anything to do with you or your pack.” You said shoving him off of you and stormed out of the boys locker room passing a very confused Finstock.
You were trying to phone a tow truck. It was no use calling your parents, they were out of town, Stiles was probably at the Sheriffs station with his dad, Derek wasn’t your biggest fan so the tow truck was your best bet. “You have reached Beacon Hills towing, sorry we’re not at the office right now but if-” You growled and shut off the phone ‘24hr. service my ass.’ you thought bitterly.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked walking up to you. “Nothing.” you shot back abruptly, still angry. “Come on (y/n), you can’t lie to me. Look I’m sorry about your car, I don’t know what else you want me to say.” Scott grabbed your arms and made you look him in the eye. Now that your anger was dissipating you were able to focus on his touch and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your pulse race a bit.
“Whatever, I’m over it.” You said letting out a long sigh. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home, then I’ll call Stiles and tell him to tell his dad to send over a tow truck to send it to your address.” Scott said pulling you towards his bike.
You weren’t gonna lie, Scott having a motorcycle was kind of a turn on. You smiled and he handed you a helmet. “Come on (y/n), don’t make me beg.” you rolled your eyes and accepted the helmet.
He took the log way to your house, both of you enjoying the breeze and the scenery, and you did enjoy having your arms around Scott.
You pulled up to your house sooner than you would have liked. “I’ll call Stiles when I get home.” Scott said. “Alright, thanks for the ride McCall.” You said handing him his spare helmet, he smiled at the nickname.
“Do you wanna go for a ride? Just for fun, we could go anywhere you want, I’ll even buy you dinner if your hungry.” Scott said nervously. You smiled. “Right now?” You asked. “Yeah.” You saw him take a deep breath. “Alright, yeah, I’d like that.” You said taking the helmet back from him. You saw him grin before climbing back on his motorcycle. Yeah, you weren’t over Scott McCall.