Lennon sighed, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to keep warm in the cold northern California night. Going for a walk at dusk in a new town was the worst idea Lennon had ever had, ever. Now Lennon was freezing, lost, and slightly terrified. She thought moving from the city to a small town would be simple, but she guessed wrong. Breathing out, Lennon watched her breath evaporate before her, and spotted lights up ahead. Picking up her pace, she got closer, her only thoughts on finding a way back to her house.
As Lennon got closer to the lights, she realized she was walking into a cemetery, and the lights were coming from a large digging machine. A young man was operating it, and she stopped, watching him for a moment, debating on if she should ask him for directions. On one hand, he probably knew the town and could give her directions back home. On the other, he's working a giant machine and digging a grave, and could kill her and make it look like an accident. Sucking in a deep breath, Lennon walked over to him, keeping a wary gaze on the crane.
"Excuse me!" she tried raising my voice above the noise of the machine. "E-Excuse me!" he seemed to not hear her, and Lennon unfolded her arms, raising them in the air and waving them a bit. "Excuse me!" Still nothing. Sighing, she looked around, and noticed a few pebbles in some overturned dirt. Picking them up, she aimed one and threw, watching it tick against the glass. It took two more pebbles before the guy finally noticed, stopping the machine and taking out his earphones.
"I'm sorry, normally I don't resort to these tactics, but I've been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes." Lennon apologized. The young man just stared at her. "Um, I'm sort of new in town, and I wandered too far from the homestead, and I was wondering if you could give me some directions?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure." he nodded, leaning down from his seat in digger.
"My house is on Oak Burn Street and I have no idea where I am or what roads I took to get here." Lennon chuckled nervously. She looked up at the boy and he nodded, thinking.
"You're actually not that far. You've just gone around in a figure eight." he answered. "You're going to want to cut through that little path, and you'll come out onto Truman Road, then turn right, follow that for a few blocks, and you'll be on Oak Burn."
"Thanks so much." she smiled. "I'm Lennon." she saw the corner of his lips turn up into a small smile.
"I'm Isaac." he replied. They stood there for a few moments before he realized something. "It's going to be dark on the trail, so take this." he reached back behind him and brought out a flashlight, tossing it to her. Lennon clumsily caught it, almost losing her balance and falling into the wheels.
"Are you sure? Don't you need it?"
"Nah, these lights are pretty bright." He smiled, tapping the side of the door. He went on to speak again, but was cut off but a shout.
"Isaac!" a man's voice called. "What the hell are you doing? You're here to work, not sit on your ass!" Lennon peeked around the digger and saw an older man storming towards them. He moved behind the machine and stopped when he saw her. "Well what do we have here?"
"S-Sh-She. . ." Isaac stuttered. Lennon looked between the two of them, the tension was almost palpable.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm new in town, and I just asked him for directions. I was just about to go." She cut in. The older man's eyes raked over her, and Lennon crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry for holding him up."
"Oh it's okay." he smiled, and she couldn't tell if it was the cold or the smile that had a chill running down her spine. "Do you still need the directions? Isaac probably gave you the wrong ones."
"No, Isaac was very helpful." Lennon answered, a slight defensive tone in my voice. She turned and faced Isaac, giving him a smile. "Thank you for your help. Good night, Isaac." and with that, Lennon marched off in the direction Isaac had pointed earlier, turning the flashlight on as she walked out onto the path. The trees rustled in the wind, and she was elated to reach the sidewalk of Truman Road. Lennon turned right, like Isaac had instructed and walked along, the flashlight off and gripped tightly in her hand. Finally, she had made her way to Oak Burn, and squinted in the darkness, seeing the family's cars in the driveway.
"Hey, I'm back." Lennon called out as she entered the house, basking in the warmth of the heating vent near the door. "Got a little turned around, but I got some help." she set the flashlight on the table and moved past boxes, making her way towards the living room. She heard voices, and furrowed her brow, not recognizing the deep voice her step-father had replied to.
"Oh honey, you're back!" Lennon's mother chirped when she noticed her. "Sweetheart this is our neighbor, Sheriff Stilinski. Sheriff, this is our daughter, Lennon."
"Hello." the sheriff stood up, moving towards Lennon with his hand out. She met him halfway and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"You as well." she gave him a smile, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Well, I feel safer knowing there's a cop next door."
"Glad I could help already." he smiled.
"Lennon, why don't you go upstairs and meet his son? He's in with Jude." Kevin told her. Lennon nodded and turned, heading up the stairs as Mr. Stilinski sat back down on the couch, and went to the door her seven year old brother Jude had marked off as his.
'Great, another little kid to put up with.' Lennon thought to herself.
"Jude, open up." she said, rapping her knuckles on the door. She could hear voices on the television, and the sound of her brother moving to the door. "Hey punk." Lennon reached over and ruffled his hair, walking into his bedroom, and quirking her eyebrow. The sheriff's son was not a seven year old, like she had thought, but a teenage boy. Though with the way he regarded the cartoon on the television, she wouldn't have been surprised.
"Lennon, this is Stiles." Jude pointed to the teenage boy sitting on the messily made bed. "Hey Stiles, this is my sister." Stiles glanced up, then did a double take, standing up and running a hand over his short, fuzzy looking hair.
"Hey, how's it going?" Lennon asked, smirking. Stiles let out a row of unintelligible noises before getting a grip on himself.
"I'm-I'm good, how are you?"
"I'm great." she answered, holding back a laugh. She redirected her attention to her brother as he sat back down on the bed. "So what've you guys been up to?"
"Watching TV, hanging out." Jude said as Stiles plopped down on the bed again. Lennon stood standing by the dresser, straightening out his soccer trophies.
"I can see that." she mused. She moved and sat next to her brother, turning her focus on the television. The three of them sat there, watching the cartoon sponge run around and cause trouble in silence, only the occasional chuckles breaking it.
"Hey, I hate to interrupt," the three of them turned their heads to the door, where the sheriff stood. "Stiles, we've got to get home. We've got an early morning tomorrow."
"Yeah," Stiles stood up as his father moved to go back downstairs, and held out his fist, and Jude reached his out, bumping them together. "See ya dude."
"It was nice meeting you Lennon." Stiles smiled.
"You too." Stiles made it to the doorway before turning back around.
"Do you want a ride in the morning? To school?" he asked, looking directly at Lennon. She smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that, thanks." Stiles grinned and left, and Lennon stood up. "They seem nice." she said, glancing at Jude. He nodded.
"Stiles is cool. He was telling me about lacrosse." Jude informed her. "I wanna go to the game tomorrow night!"
"Ask mom and Kevin, maybe they'll take you." Lennon shrugged.
"You don't want to go?" she shook her head.
"Nah, I wanna get unpacked before I get too bogged down with school work." Lennon moved to the doorway. "You should start getting ready for bed. Mom's going to take you to school in the morning."
"'Kay, night Lennon."
"Night Jude." Lennon shut his door behind her and walked down the hall to her own bedroom. Flipping on the light switch, she moved to her bed and grabbed her shirt by the hem, lifting it over her head and tossing it into her wicker hamper. Turning, she glanced out the window, only to see Stiles, standing in his window, staring at her. The teens continued to stare at each other for a few seconds before Stiles ducked down and out of sight. Lennon covered her chest and walked over to the window, pulling the cord on the blinds and the sheer curtains together. Sighing, and giving herself a moment to let the embarrassment fade, and finished changing into her bed clothes.
Turning off her light, Lennon crawled into her brand new queen bed and pulled the quilt up to her chin hearing the wind howl outside her window. She yawned and rolled over onto her stomach, settling in for her first night in Beacon Hills.
so, my last Teen Wolf story wasn't what I wanted it to be so I deleted it. Then I got this idea and decided to run with it. So yeah.
tell me what you think!