Rough Day [Stiles]

To say that this day was a shitty day was an understatement and the sore throat, stinging eyes, stuffed up, running nose, and throbbing headache were just reiterating that to Ayame. Still, it didn’t stop the crying or the sobbing. It just made it worse because she got frustrated that she was crying all over the place and acting all…weak. She just wasn’t about that life anymore. Still, here she was letting her emotions take control of her. She had been doing so well today but what Coach said made her lose her mind. Little did she know, someone followed her out of the classroom and was out looking for her. She never imagined that anyone would go looking for her. She wasn’t anything important after all. She had been going to school at Beacon Hills High for two years now. She knew almost the entire school, but none of them knew her. She paid attention, she kept people’s faces, voices (if she heard them), and names in the back of her mind so when someone spoke to her, a voice that she found familiar, she nearly had a heart attack.

Ayame jumped about a foot into the air and looked up when she heard Stiles’ voice. She looked up at him, swallowing hard with wide eyes. She sniffled a bit out of habit as she looked up at him. She felt awkward and seriously nervous as she looked up at him. She hiccupped a little before she realized what he had said. She looked down at his hand to see her backpack resting in it. She swallowed thickly once more before she looked up at him, her eyes returning to their normal sizes. She gently ran her hand through her wet hair and sniffled once more before he set her bag down next to her. ”Th-thank you,” she said with another small hiccup. She wiped at her eyes, even though it didn’t matter. The rain washed away most of her tears. She then wiped her nose and felt even more disgusting than she had previously. Still, the rain would wash it away, she was sure. She tucked some of her wet, dark hair behind her ear before she looked up at him. She felt her eyes water again before she looked down.

After a moment, Ayame swallowed hard once again and looked up at him, her eyes bright red and puffy. ”It…It’s not Coach’s fault… What he said wasn’t…that bad…” She took a deep breath. She took a few shaky, deep breaths. ”He…he doesn’t know…about…what happened,” she stated. She still wasn’t sure if she should talk about it. She still wasn’t sure if she should mention anything about her parents’ death. She just felt so awkward about it. She just wanted make friends who really liked her and not friends who were sympathetic towards her because she was an orphan, an orphan who had lost her parents to a psycho. Little did she know there were stranger things that could happen. She was rather ignorant of all of the supernatural things that happened in the town. She just figured there were strange killers here too, but she had never felt…threatened by anything… It was strange since that was how she felt the last time she thought about her parents and their death when she was in Spokane, but here? Ayame felt strangely safe. She didn’t know why, but she did. She wasn’t sure if it was the closeness of the town or what but it was how she felt. She felt safe…strangely comfortable to even sleep with her window open.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 605
Notes; Woo! Awkward Stiles is the best.

Ayame had never met someone quite like Stiles Stilinski. He was such a nice guy that she didn’t think it was possible for him to be an actual person. Then again, this was one of the only instances where she had seen him be a nice guy, well, personally. She had heard plenty of stories, of course, but never actually had an encounter with him. Still, she knew who he was. Then again, who didn’t know the great Stiles Stilinski? He was one of the most well-known people at the school both for his lack of prowess on the lacrosse field and for his hysterical pranks when it came time for Coach Finstock’s birthday. Ayame could always hear him cursing from down the hallway, then again, so could everyone. Still, it got a giggle out of her almost every time, unless it was something that she deemed far too extreme but that only happened once so it was all good. Of course, ever since Ayame had first laid eyes on Stiles, she could tell from that puppy dog face that he was extra sweet and that he was a nice guy.

Stiles told Ayame that there was no need for her to thank him. She continued looking at him, his eyes finally meeting hers after he avoided them. Behind his chocolate eyes she could see that he was showing her sympathy and understanding. He smiled a little at him before he told her that she didn’t have to explain. She felt that she did and gently looked down at her now soaking wet pants. She sighed a bit. She felt that she needed to defend the Coach. He hadn’t meant to upset her and he would no doubt approach her later and apologize or ask her what was going on. Ayame didn’t usually run out of Economics crying when he insulted her. She usually rolled with it or sassed him back because it was first nature for her, but she tended to only do so if she felt it was a good idea. Unlike Stiles, she could control what word vomit spewed from her mouth, well, for the most part.

Then Ayame felt something blocking out the rain. She paused a bit before she looked up to see that Stiles had taken his hoodie off and placed it over her shoulders, the hood wrapping around her head. She smiled a bit and looked over at him. ”Thanks,” she murmured before she snuggled into the fabric for warmth. Should she say anything? She supposed she should. It would make her feel quite a bit better, she was sure. She looked down at the ground, the rain bouncing off of the leaves. ”Today is the anniversary of my parents’ murder,” she whispered, but even over the rain, she could be heard. ”They, um, they were killed by this…random guy who had lost money on my dad’s fight. He came to my house wanting the money he lost from my dad but my mom showed up and he panicked and shot them both…” She trailed off a bit before she sighed, resting her chin on her knees. This was something she never talked about, not even to the therapist that she had to see once a month after she got to Beacon Hills.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 555
Notes; Aww, Stiles is so sweet.

It had been a long time since anyone in Beacon Hills had approached her like this. It had been a long time since anyone went out of their way to talk to her. Hell, the town had welcomed her with open arms and then no one dared speak to her after. She had her little cousin and her aunt around her but she needed a bit more. She needed friends, she needed people to be around her and enjoy being around her. Hell, even with Lydia Martin being her locker neighbor, the two weren’t friends so no one really approached Ayame. Sure, she had made a few friends, some people whom she hung out with from time to time or did homework in the library with but she digressed. It was the way that things had been for quite some time and she didn’t blame anyone for it. The town was close knit and she had just sort of showed up and inserted herself into their world. She didn’t blame them for not befriending her, although that had been quite a few years ago.

Ayame was pulled from her thoughts when she felt something warm and wet on her hand. She looked down and noticed that Stiles’ hand was holding hers against the grass, keeping her grounded to something. Whether it was him or the grass, she wouldn’t know. She gazed over at him a moment as the eerie silence surrounded the two of them. He kept looking ahead and didn’t look at her. So, she turned her attention back towards the grass in front of her feet. Then, Stiles spoke, telling her how his mother had passed away. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed his back, silently comforting him in her own way as he kept speaking, telling her how it wasn’t easy to lose what she thought was the only stable thing in her life and he wasn’t going to say that it got easy because sometimes he felt like he was reliving the horror all over again. She looked over at him as he told her that he was going to tell her something else instead.

Stiles’ chocolate brown eyes with amber speckles gazed into her own as he told her not to keep it all bottled up inside and how it was going to eat her alive if she didn’t express her emotions in a healthy way. His hand moved away from hers and Ayame continued to gaze over at Stiles as he wrapped his arms around his legs and told her to trust him on that. She sniffled a bit before she reached over, gently wrapping one of her arms around his shoulders, giving him a comforting squeeze before letting him go. ”I’m sorry about your mom,” she told him quietly. The rain had lightened up to where it was misting around them. She swallowed hard. ”But…at least you still have your dad, right? He’s the Sheriff?” She asked him, trying to see if she could change the topic of conversation to something else. ”He’s really nice. I, um, I met him when I first moved in with my aunt and cousin.” She swallowed, her throat sore and her headache was still pounding behind her eyes, but she was trying to change the topic anyway.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 554
Notes; Awwww! Is okay. It was going to be one of those threads when the topic was chosen, haha.

Stiles told Ayame how his father was great. He was smiling but not looking at her. He was staring at the school. She turned and looked at it as well, dreading the fact that she would eventually have to go back in there. She didn’t want to. That place wasn’t exactly warm and welcoming to people who were strange. Then again, neither was the world in general. They always looked at people who were different like they were freaks, like they weren’t good enough to be among those that were deemed normal. The mere thought upset her in ways she couldn’t imagine. Then again, maybe that’s because that was how she felt personally. She felt that after this, people would treat her like that even more so. It was something she would eventually have to deal with, but for now, she enjoyed the sound of the rain gently tapping against the probably soaking wet hood of Stiles’ hoodie, which kept her hair…well…dryer than if it was in the rain.

Ayame looked over at Stiles again as he told her that having his father didn’t stop him from missing his mother any less. He said that it must be the same for her with her aunt and cousin. Ayame nodded her head. ”Yeah. No one ever replaces your parents, and you never forget what they taught you while they were around,” she mumbled, a gentle sigh escaping her lips as she thought about the fact that she had to go to the gym after school so that she could teach a kick boxing lesson. She was going to look probably just as bad as she felt, but she digressed. People paid for those lessons and she was paid to teach them so she would need to at least pretend for that hour long session that she was happy to be there and that nothing was wrong in her life. It wasn’t how she wanted things to be, but you couldn’t exactly show other people how broken you were, not when they all looked forward to your class.

A surprised look formed on Ayame’s face as Stiles asked her if she wanted to go in to the school since class would be starting soon or just hang out there a little more. She hadn’t expected Stiles to want to stay out here with her, or imply that he was going to anyway. This was the first time since her arrival that someone had taken an interest in her. Okay, well, the second. Lydia had convinced her to go shopping with her, but that was about it. Still, she couldn’t help but smile over at Stiles. It was a bit of a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. ”I think I’m going to stay out here for a little bit. It may be wet, but I think it’s better than having to face everyone right now,” she told him honestly before she looked over at him. ”But, um, you don’t have to stay out here if you don’t want to. You can head back inside. I’m sure it’s dryer in there anyway,” she said with a light laugh.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 523
Notes; Weeee! Aya and Stiles are friends! You have no idea how much I look forward to Stiles posts XD

Ayame couldn’t help but smile over at Stiles as he told her that he wasn’t missing anything important. She chuckled in response along with him before he told her that as long as she didn’t mind putting up with him. Apparently if she didn’t want him around, he would go back to class. Ayame frowned a bit and shook her head. ”No, I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you. You’re…sort of the first person I’ve met that I could consider a friend in my years here,” she confessed, a small awkward smile on her lips. If there was one thing Ayame was good at it, it was being awkward. Mostly around boys when she liked them, as in had a crush on them. Her guy friends? The longer she was around them, the more comfortable she got. The more like herself she became, and the more odd people found her.

Pushing those thoughts away, Ayame looked back over at Stiles, noting that he was lying down on the wet grass now like he didn’t have a care in the world. She grinned at him before he asked more than stated if he could give her a ride home. She blinked a few times, stunned at his question before she smiled at him and nodded her head. ”Yeah, so long as you don’t mind,” she told him honestly. She didn’t want him to feel like he needed to do anything since they were having a bonding experience while it was misting on the lacrosse field, a place where she had witnessed him play a few times as a result of him being better than Greenberg, then again, anyone was better than Greenberg. Still, it had been exciting when he finally played since he had been benched for most of his freshman year (or so someone told her). She thought it was exciting that he got to do what he wanted to and he wasn’t half bad.

Then Stiles did something that sealed the deal and made their friendship a friendship, even if he didn’t want one. Ayame’s eyes lit up as she looked at him, moving closer so that her head was leaning over his, her hair dangling down around her, her head blocking the misting rain as it fell from hitting Stiles’ face. ”Did you say curly fries?” She asked, grinning from ear to ear. Curly fries were one of Ayame’s favorite guilty pleasures. She was supposed to stay in shape being a boxer and the teacher of a class, but man did she love her curly fries. Still, she had yet to find a good place that had them. Stiles’ statement of the best curly fries in all of California had her peaked. She then wrinkled her nose. ”It’s not from the Burger Shack is it? Cause their curly fries are really not that great,” she told him, clearly a fan of the delicious curled, seasoned potato food.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 494
Notes; Uh oh. Insta-friendship. Go, Stiles, go! Also, it makes me feel fluffy knowing you look forward to Aya posts XD

Ayame smiled over at Stiles as he suggested that they would be able to work on being great friends. To be honest, she was quite pleased with his answer. After all, who wouldn’t want a new friend? Especially one that was Stiles Stilinski. He wasn’t the most popular guy in school, but Ayame preferred them that way. Popularity meant the possibility of being fake. It’s what came with the territory. It was how they got popular in the first place. They rely on things at face value instead of digging deeper, meeting people, actually being friends with them, and liking them. She knew that sometimes after trying to like people and be “friends” with everyone, they forgot people or grew rude towards those who weren’t seen as good as them. Lydia Martin had been like that but she had toned it down recently.

Stiles exclaimed that it was no problem at all before saying that if she ever needed a ride home to let him know and he would take her. Ayame smiled brightly. ”Really? You’re so sweet, Stiles,” she stated with a smile, her tone somewhat teasing although she meant it. She had yet to make any real friends at Beacon Hills so his gesture was quite appreciated. The girl didn’t have a car. Her aunt barely had enough money to keep the place afloat. It was why Ayame worked after school and babysat for free so that her aunt could pay for bills and whatnot. Ayame always tried to pay some of the bills so her aunt could have them off of her mind. The girl paid for her own phone bill and thankfully her young cousin didn’t have one yet to pay for. She was very frugal and tended to try and keep her cousin that way as well.

The young Asian immediately felt guilty when Stiles opened his eyes and jumped when she peered over him. Still, it didn’t seem to bother her as she leaned over him, protecting him from the rain almost. He answered yes to her question of the curly fries before he acted insulted at her question. Ayame giggled a bit before she moved away, making sure to remove herself from his bubble as he went on his rant about Burger Shack’s curly fries. ”I know, right? My aunt does not understand,” she stated, scoffing slightly before she looked back down at him, remaining out of his bubble. ”So then where are these legendary curly fries you were speaking of?” She asked him curiously, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of the salty snack.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 437
Notes; CURLY FRIIIIEEESSS AND FRIENDSHIIIIPPP. ...that sounds like the best thread name ever. I demand it be their next thread name (after this one, clearly).