Scott: You had just moved to Beacon Hills. Your parents had bought a cute two story that was pretty spacious. Currently you were struggling to bring boxes into your house and up to your room. They kept slipping out of your grasp and falling to the pavement.
You heard a footsteps heading in your direction so you looked up. In front of you was possibly the cutest boy you'd ever seen. "Hey. I was, uh, just noticing you were struggling a bit. Mind if I help you out?" He questioned. "Oh! I'm Scott, by the way. Scott McCall."
You smiled up at him, blushing slightly at his cute face. "Sure, that'd be great. Im (full name)."
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Stiles: It was the first day of kindergarten and you were incredibly nervous. Your parents had dropped you off only a few minutes ago and you kept looking around for a place to sit.
"Hello?" You heard a cute voice say from behind you. "Do you want help?" The voice asked sweetly.
You turned around and nodded. "Y-yeah... I have no friends yet and I dont know where to sit..." You pouted cutely.
The boy nodded and held his hand out. "Im Stiles and you can sit with me!" He eclaimed as you shook his hand lightly.
You nodded and grinned. "Im (y/n). Thank you!" You kissed his cheek and he blushed a bright red. "Stiles is a weird name.
"So is my actual name."
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Derek: You were skipping along with Stiles, your arms linked together. He was gonna give you and Scott a ride home.
Leaning against Stiles's shitty jeep there was a tall, buff man with a glare across his face. "Who's that, Stiles?" (Y/n) asked, conusion clear in her voice.
"Oh." Stiles turned to Scott. "Um, someone you shouldn't be meeting."
Scott shook his head. "No, whatever." Scott walked faster to begin talking to the man before you and Stiles arrived.
"Hi!" You exclaimed once you got to the jeep. "Im (y/n) McCall! And you are?"
The man stared at you for a while before your brother nudged him. "Oh, um, Im Derek Hale."
You smiled. "Nice to meet you!" You grinned sweetly.
Derek looked away and covered the lower half of his face before turning back to you. "Likewise."
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Isaac: You were walking through the mall, a milkshake in your hand. A boy had asked you on a date and you had to go buy a new outfit, no matter how bad you didnt want to go.
You felt a buzz from your back pocket and reached to grab your phone. It was a text from your mom, telling you to be home by eight. As you were replying to her, you bumped into someone.
"Oh, my God! I am so sorry!" A low and raspy voice shouted.
You had to crane your to see his face. He was cute and you swore you could cut your finger on his jawline. "No! Thats okay, dont worry about it!" You smiled sweetly. You glanced down to check out his biceps when you notice a very large and very painful looking bruise. "Are you okay? That looks very painful!" You exclaimed.
He pulled you to an area where there werent many people. "Shhh! Please." He pleaded. "Its nothing, miss. Dont worry about it."
(Y/n) frowned and looked back down. "Im gonna worry about it. What happened?"
The boy hesitated for a few seconds. "My uh... dad beats me." He mumbled, tears forming in his eyes.
(Y/n) hugged him tightly and shushed him. "Its okay... Im here. Its okay." You mumbled. You pulled away and wiped at his eyes. "Im (y/n)."
"Isaac."
"Nice to meet you, Isaac!"
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Alison: You were Lydia's cousin and you were moving in with her family. Your parents had recently passed and you had no other family left.
Once you got to Lydia's house, you gasped. It was a lot bigger than you remembered. The door opened and out cane Lydia in all her glory, along with a cute brunette. "(Y/n)!" Lydia shouted. "I havent seen you in ages!" She hugged you tightly, causing you to cringe.
"Yeah, hey." You said, ducking out of her embrace. "Nice to see you again." You turned to the brunette who stood there awkwardly. "And you are?"
"Um, Alison. Alison Argent." She said, shuffling her feet and twiddling her thumbs. "N-nice to meet you." She mumbled, a smile gracing her face.
"Yeah, nice to meet you, too." You said, noticing Lydia looking between the two of you, smirking.
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Lydia: You were out shopping. You had recently run out of a lipstick and rouge and needed to pick some up. You had a hard time choosing between ruby red or wine red when a pretty girl with strawberry blonde hair walked up.
"Thats not your color." She said, grabbing the lipstick tubes out of your hand and setting them down. "Try this one." She held up a light pink one, slightly darker than your actual lips.
"Um... thanks?" It came out more as a question as apposed to a statement. "Who are you exactly?"
"Lydia Martin." She said, turning to look you up and down. "And you?"
You reached a hand out for her to shake. "Im (full name)."
"Well, (y/n), today Im going to teach you how to shop."
