i'm not fearless;

Stiles grinned weakly, attempting to not look as if he was forcing himself to stay calm. He’d met an actual girl who was willing to be shown around her new town by him, and wasn’t being sarcastic or mean. “I’d.. I’d be honoured,” he paused, “Okay, that came out a lot worse than expected.” The boy brought his hands up to his head and buried his face within them. “I get off work at five today, so I could show you around then, if that’s not too late.”

Allison thought the whole babbling of Stiles was absolutely adorable, and she couldn’t help but keep a permanent smile on her face because of it. “At five?” She asked, thinking of over a bit to make sure she didn’t have any plans at that time, or simply, that she didn’t have to be anywhere then. “Five sounds great, where do you work? Should I meet you there?”

“Oh, thank God,” the boy replied, letting out a sigh of relief. “My dad would probably never talk to me if he found out I was talking to a criminal.” Stiles made an uneasy grin whilst scratching the back of his neck, hoping that Allison didn’t think he was lame or stupid. “So, uhm, have you had a look around Beacon Hills yet? I could show you, if the answer to that is negative.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, then” Allison said, trying to resist a loud laugh. “Not really.” Allison answered truthfully, giving a small shrug. “I’ve been to major places, but not everywhere. I’d love it if you could show me, really.” 

Stiles returned the grin awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s me. Good ol’ Stiles,” the boy stated, seeming a little perky. “Recently? Wait, please tell me you’re not one of those people that he’s arrested before, are you?”

Allison made a face at the question before replying, “No, I don’t think so.” She said, slowly, “I think he talked to my parents when we moved. I only talked to him for a few seconds, though.” 

“Well, It’s lovely to meet you Allison. I’m Stiles, Stiles Stilinski. My dad’s the sheriff, so that’s probably where you’ve heard the name from.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Stiles.” Allison said with a large grin. “Stilinski? Yeah, I think i’ve heard it before. You’re... Sheriff Stilinski’s son? I think i’ve met him once recently” 

“A sophomore? Really? You look much older than that… Sorry, I uhm, I didn’t catch your name.”

"I actually get that a lot, actually." Allison commented with a small shrug. "Allison, Allison Argent. I don't think I caught what yours was?" 

“I would have, yes,” the boy smirked. “I’m at Beacon Hills too. Sophomore year. I’m guessing you’re a junior?”

"Well, i'm certainly glad for that." Allison commented, her face turning into a grin. "No, actually, i'm a sophomore too." She then corrected. 

“Ah, so that explains it,” Stiles grinned. “I’d have remembered a pretty face like your own if I saw it, trust me on that one.” He turned around properly to face her. “Are you at Beacon Hills or Devenford Prep then?”

“North East of here, along the rows of shops. You’ll get there eventually,” the boy started, but abruptly stopped himself before going off into a sarcastic rant. “Hey, I’ve never seen you around before, are you a tourist or something?”

Allison nodded along with him talking, looking down the street and back at him as he stopped abruptly. "I've just moved here. Still getting used to it all." Allison said with a small laugh. 

“The beach?” Stiles turned around and smiled at the girl beside him. “It’s like, 5 miles from here, I think.”

"Five miles?" Allison asked, scrunching up her eyebrows ever so slightly. "Which way?"