Forever and Always (Sciles)

Scott POV

Stiles goes back to his place at about 11pm. I smile and wave as I watch Stiles drive off into the distance. Once he's out of sight, I sigh quietly to myself before I turn around and start walking back into the house again. I'm not sure how I feel about starting senior year on Monday. There's a lot riding on it. Tonight, Stiles asked me if I wanted to go down to Atlantia with him this weekend, just to have some time to relax with his old friends before we go back to school. Plus, he has responsibilities to attend to and things to learn down there. I would love to go, I usually do go with him when he has to travel to Atlantia for a while, but I can never be underwater for more than 24 hours without taking another potion, which kind of sucks. However, I regretfully turned down the offer to go this weekend because I want to make sure that I'm prepared for school. Besides, I'm really looking forward to senior scribe. Once I mentioned that to Stiles, he suddenly changed his mind about going to Atlantia and decided that he'll go next week instead, meaning that his dad will go alone, but I'm sure John will understand. I guess Stiles forgot about senior scribe, what with all the other things that he has going on. It seems like Stiles is excited about senior scribe too. I'm not sure what to expect. Isn't it technically vandalism? Who knows. It doesn't really matter, the teachers never really seem to care about it.

I start walking up to my room when my mom stops me in my tracks. I turn to face her. "What's up, Mom?" I ask her sleepily. "I'm just worried about you, Scott. You have been really jumpy and anxious lately. You might be able to hide it from your boyfriend and the pack, but you can't hide it from me. Besides, I'm sure that Stiles and the others will find out about your odd behaviour sooner or later. Surely this sudden weird behaviour isn't because of senior year?" Mom says with concern as she walks up the stairs to me. "Don't worry Mom, I'm fine. I'm a little nervous about senior year and I'm worried that I won't get the grades I need to get into college so I can study to become a vet. That's all it is. I promise that I'm okay." I reassure my mom with a smile. I don't want anyone to worry about me. What I'm seeing probably means nothing... Right? It's probably just some old memories resurfacing and haunting me. Maybe they are some of the lost memories? Maybe it's just because that I'm afraid that Samantha is still out there and wants to get back at Stiles and I. She wouldn't be that evil... Would she? I really don't know. A few months ago, I acted all confident in front of Stiles and assured him that Samantha will never bother us again, which I believed at the time. However, the more I think about it, the more strange it seems for Samantha just to give up so easily. It doesn't seem like her, especially with what she has already done to Stiles and my friends. Mom suddenly pulls me out of my anxious thoughts. "Okay sweetie, but please tell me if there is something wrong, okay?" She asks as she places a hand on my arm.

"Yeah, of course. Goodnight, Mom." I smile before I turn around and continue walking up the stairs.

"Goodnight, Scott!" Mom calls back as I make my way to the bathroom where I brush my teeth. Once my teeth are brushed, I walk into my bedroom and quickly start getting changed into pajama pants. I then throw off my t-shirt and toss it to the floor. I take a look around my room for a moment and sigh. I really do need to clean this up before school starts. I shake my head slightly as I walk over to my bedroom light switch and flick it off. The room suddenly goes dark. I stumble towards my bed and quickly climb onto it. I scoot under the covers and pull them up to my chest. I turn onto my side and close my eyes, knowing that I need some well deserved sleep.

*Dream*

Stiles and I are sitting on the bonnet of his jeep at night, overlooking Beacon Hills from the top of a hill in the woods. We stare up at the half full moon and the stars above us. I quickly see a shooting star dash across the sky. I nudge Stiles in the arm. "Quick! Make a wish!" I tell him. I look over to see Stiles scrunch up his eyes and concentrate. I can't help but smile at him. He looks really cute while doing that. After a few moments, Stiles opens his eyes again and turns to me. "What did you wish for?" I ask Stiles curiously.