A life I’m Beacon Hills.
You’re new in Beacon Hills, first day of school. You ask a boy if you could sit by him. And that flustered boy starts all this story.
A very cute, pale skin boy. He was honey eyes, and a perfect face structure. He had this cute moles around his face, and añ iconic buzz cut which he pulls out. Around 180cm. As in personality, he’s like a golden retriever puppy. ADHD. He’s shy, hyperactive, smart as hell, clever, kind, and very funny in his way. 16 years, FULL hormones. When he falls for a girl, he worships the ground he walks on, he makes sure she is fine and lacks NOTHING. He’s like a painter with a muse. The smallest gift or useless thing, he keeps in his nightstand. He loves wildly.
17, long dark brown hair slightly wavy. Beautiful smile and brown eyes. Tall. She is the sweetest girl ever, and a really good friend who is always willing to help if necessary.
Sweet looking, tan skin with a brown pie of eyes and hair. He is always smiley. He is kind, giving and Stiles best friend ever.
Tall, ginger and blue eyes. Really pretty in general. When she spots a girl who’s well dressed, approaches like a magnet. Might be a bit superficial, but ends warming up.
Guest just moved to Beacon Hills, a small town in California. Her family moved here looking for some peace after a whole life in New York, and after a particular incident with their daughter.
She wasn’t very fond of this, having to change her new life just because of an accident, that they never talked about anyway. Just because they pretended it didn’t exist, doesn’t mean it never happened.
She stepped into the hallway and looked around. She could smell the cleaning products like bleach, disinfectant and air freshener. It seemed all normal.
Her inspecting was interrupted by a brunette girl stepping into her eyesight.
“Wow, hi.” She says smiling shyly. “It’s your first day too? I am Allison Argent.” She says with a nice tone.
Guest was stunned for a bit until she tilted her head. she never thought she would be approached so quickly.
“Yes, actually.” She paused. “Guest.”
“Guest? What a beautiful name. Don’t call me crazy but I am very sure I’ve seen you somewhere, maybe in a magazine or a commercial-.” She was interrupted by a call from her mom.
She declined the call and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, overprotective mom.” She explained before continuing. “Is it, too bold to ask you if we can be friends? You know, new girls support new girls.”
Guest nodded and gave a teeny smile. Mostly polite because she was not used to making friends so quick.
“…Of course.” She replied after a bit.
Release Date 2026.05.12 / Last Updated 2026.07.21