#scott oc

Elsa looks every bit like an older sister should, a cool exterior, a calm and resolute expression on her pretty tanned features. You can see how put together she is by the the rigidness of her spine and the preciseness of her makeup. She has her shit together...at first glance. But if you knew her like her younger sister Marley did, you would see the paleness in her knuckles from clenched fists, the way her eyes seem to stress over every word being spoken.

Meanwhile, Marley is an outright fucking mess. Her brown hair is greasy from lack of care, her skin is beginning to break out, and the frown on her face makes her look old. It's a look that scares Elsa, one that hasn't left her little sister's face since the accident. Its unsettling, since Marley used to be the sunshine of the Hadlow household. There's a pack of cigarettes in her right hand gripped tightly. She's seventeen and she shouldn't smoke them but during the four months spent packing up their old home and the amount of time it took to process the custody paperwork, the courts had left Elsa and Marley to fend for themselves. Elsa at nineteen had been old enough to be considered her guardian for the four months so legally it was okay, but in reality, the two had often starved day by day, jumping from paycheck to paycheck that Elsa's grocery store provided. It wasn't enough.

Cigarettes helped curb the hunger and the hurt. And Elsa couldn't say anything considering the weed, drinking, and partying on the weekends that she participated in absolve her pain.

Sitting there, thinking about when the last time she ate was, Marley's hand twitches a little violently. The second they get dropped off, she's smoking one. She's sure it will make an impression on their new godmother who'd they'd never even met but she can't be bothered to care. Marley's a ghost of her old self. Her mom was the only one who really got her, even more so than Elsa. If anyone objected to her smoking, she would look them dead in the eye and and calmly proceed to tell them to fuck off.

Elsa frowns beside her, shooting a sad look to the pack. Her own stomach growls so she says nothing about her little sister's habit. In a way, Elsa blames herself for their current issues. If she had worked harder and provided better than neither of them would have suffered as much. But there are only so many hours you can work in a day and grocery stores don't pay as much as she needed to feed, dress, and care for herself and Marley, while dealing with bills.

The neighborhood the taxi cab pulls into looks like a CW set.

"What do we even know about our godmother?" Marley questions, raising one thick eyebrow, the bags under her eyes looking more prominent under the sunlight streaming in the windows. She pulls out one single cigarette while she speaks, shoving the pack in her bra, and resting the one on her thigh for when they pulled over.

Her older sister tucked one of her own admirably thick blonde curls behind her ear, offering Marley a kind if not tired smile.

"She's mom's old college roommate" Elsa began, holding up a single painted blue nail "Sharon Garcia, thirty two years old, she has two dogs, and a son of her own who attends the college I'm going to be testing to get into. His name is Tony" she crinkled her sculpted nose, clasping her hands together and wringing them nervously.

"Great" Marley emotionlessly stated, more of a deadpan than anything.

Both girls spent the next five minutes quietly discussing back and forth about what they would be walking into, scared, nervous, to be in a new place entirely, relying on strangers. Marley was more peeved about the idea of having to hide her bra's and underwear and basically act like a civilized lady due to the inconvenient existence of Tony, the son. No more lounging around in a pair of underwear and a t-shirt all day, something she'd grown accustomed to.

Elsa very morosely confided in Marley that the idea of having some kind of new stepbrother made her stomach feel sick. It made her think of Axel. Their little brother who died in the accident. Elsa had been bouncing him on her knee when the truck rammed into their car, sending him face first into the windshield and cracking her own ribs.

She often had reoccurring nightmares reliving the moment in detail.

The cab eventually pulls up at a house as average as it was large. It wasn't bad but it wasn't upper class either. It was in-between. With brown dark wood walls and an overcast bungalo type of roof, a large garage taking up the front, a little cement trail winding around the side of it and into the grass to lead to the front door. Little ceramic frogs and various creatures were very neatly set up in front of the path.

"Oh my god" Marley squinted under the sun as she exited the car, pulling the cigarette to her lips eagerly "It's so...happy" she grimaced, pausing to light up while Elsa elegantly walked towards the trunk, beginning to unload their suitcases. She didn't say anything but it didn't bother Marley, who's eyes shot over to read her, coming back pleased to see an equally weak grimace on her face.

One inhale, two inhales, three inhales, then an exhale, and suddenly Marley feels a little less shit. With a light head, she ambles towards the trunk, still puffing on the cancer-stick, but going out of her way to blow it away from Elsa. She uses her free hand to lug her own bag out and begins helping lighten the load. The two sister's smile at each other for a second, working together a little peacefully for the first time in awhile. They'd been at each other's throats for some time after everything.

When the cab pulls away and the girls turn towards the house, ready to go knock and announce their presence, they freeze in the middle of the street. Sharon and Tony Garcia are already awaiting them on the beginning of the driveway. Well, shit, so much for first impressions Elsa chewed on her bottom lip, wiping off a layer of sweat, shooting the very lax brunette beside her dark looks. Damn cigarettes making them look like bad kids in front of their new guardian. She should have said something but Elsa was a pushover when it came to Marley.

And Marley...well, Marley doesn't flinch unfortunately.

The grease in her hair, the multitude of bags in her left arm, the cigarette being carried with her right hand from her mouth to her waist to puff on not wavering once, she certainly doesn't look seventeen anymore. She strides ahead of Elsa for once, towards the pair. Her startled blonde older sister blinked in shock, opening her mouth a little, before clamping it shut and following suit.

"It's really nice to meet you, Aunt Sharon" Marley announces at first, further surprising Elsa. Her face is still a little sullen and empty but it's clear she's making an effort. Even if she's literally smoke a cigarette while doing it "Sorry if I shouldn't call you that, that's what mom called you when she talked about you" the girl sheepishly took another puff, blowing it towards the street and avoiding the judgemental gaze of the beef-cake beside her godmother that could only be Tony.

They didn't know much about the Garcia family but Tessa Hadlow did occasionally indulge the family in little stories of the misadventures she and her old roommate used to get into you.

"That's true. She was always like 'Your Aunt Sharon and I did the same thing and you know what happened?' and then she'd teach us some valuable life lesson " Elsa chimed in with a small laugh, grinning a little at the memory

Sharon Garcia is very pale when standing next to her dark skinned son, her being clearly white, her son mexican. It wasn't hard to do the math. Both sister's could easily deduce that Tony got his genes and they got their last names from his father. Wherever he was, Elsa and Marley wont ask. They know what it's like to not have a parent, to have people wondering. Where's your dad? Where's your mom? You must have one! That always killed.

Sharon's hair is red and in a bun piled on top of her hair, freckles littered her cheeks, pretty green eyes that were copied perfectly onto Tony's face. She's wearing a pale pink blouse, a pair of black bootcut jeans, and a yellow apron.

Tony's dressed a little more like Marley. His shirt with some kind of band design Elsa didn't recognize on the front is one her little sister seemed to eye with cautious respect, and his pant's are light grey but baggy, ripped at the knee, socks pulled up pretty high for a guy, a bandanna around his neck. His dark brown hair is messy and curly, the ends of the front part bleached pale blonde.

"Are you skater?" Elsa wonders out loud, asking him openly, a fond smile on her face.

She doesn't just need to get along with them but she wants to. They may not be related but the Garcia's are the closest thing left to family they might have.

Besides, her first love and ex boyfriend, was a skater. He taught Marley and Elsa knew very well just what skate culture looked like. She could see the scrapes on his his arms and hands and knees, the dirt on his bandana.

Tony grins a bit wolfishly, scandalize "how'd you know?" he shocks them with a surprisingly thick new york accent. His dad the girls shared a look, silently conveying something resembling shock and appreciation. Maybe it won't be so bad here, Marley hopes for a second, smiling back at him and his mother, decidedly putting out her cigarette and dropping the butt of it into the opening of the pack in her bra.

Maybe an older brother figure will be good for Marley, Elsa noted, before blushing and realizing they were all staring at her waiting for her response, Sharon looking pleased with their interactions.

"It was the bleached tips" The blonde sister admitted.

Tony laughed and any tension in the air seemed to dissipate instantly. It used to be the same way with Marley, and Elsa couldn't help but frown a little at the thought. Maybe with the move she'll get to hear her little sister laugh like that again. See her really live again. This was already much better than their life in the run down apartment on the gloomy side of town that seemed to convey just how sad their life really was.

"Elsa and Marley Hadlow at your services" Elsa announces, wrapping her free arm around Marley's shoulders, pleading for Sharon to say something. She hadn't since they arrived and even though she looked rather happy, who knew what she was thinking?

"It's like seeing your parents again" is the first thing their godmother says, with a look full of meaning centered on them "Elsa you're so much like your dad, it's crazy. And Marley…" Sharon's almond shaped eyes turned up, her mouth opening and closing for a second as she decided on her words "your voice made me think your mother was here for a split second. You sound exactly like her."

Then she stepped forward and slapped one warm hand on Elsa's shoulder, her eyes a little watery.

"I've been baking all morning in anticipation of your guy's arrival. I didn't know what kind of foods you guys like though…" Sharon trailed off, looking nearly angelic with her red hair gleaming under the sunlight. Tony laughed again, a warm, boisterous chuckle that must carry over to the neighbors house.

"Wait 'till you guy's see it" He proclaimed, turning around and starting up the path towards the porch "she literally cooked every food in existence. Chinese, Mexican, Indian, Italian…."

Marley's eyes filled with red and she bit the inside of her cheek. Now her mouth tasted like nicotine and she would have to eat. Cigarettes curb her hunger but she wouldn't have even smoked one if she known they were moving in with Betty Sue Homemaker. Not that it was a bad thing, a nice family member cooking her food. All of her thoughts seem to come out a little mean like that though these days. And Tessa Hadlow had always been terrible at cooking. To meet someone so opposite of her...Marley felt a little bad, like she was cheating on her mother.

Her bodies want for nutrients outweighed her emotions seconds after she contemplated abstaining from the meal.

"You guys really didn't have to do that" Elsa meekly announced, not wanting to say no to the kind woman before them, also hungry, but still needing to proclaim her gratefulness "I am starving even so...thank you, Aunt Sharon" it sounded a lot weirder coming from her than Marley, but Elsa withheld her inner urge to wince.

The petite redhead grabbed a hold of Elsa's suitcase with monstrous strength, and began walking after where Tony had gone.

"Come on girls, Tony's just putting the dogs behind the gate, so you don't get trampled at the front door" Sharon explained, looking over her shoulder in an energetic way that made her bun shudder with movement "We'll show you your rooms and then I'll finish up cooking and we can eat up!"

So...happy Marley shivered, following after her, and tossing her makeup bag in the air for Elsa to catch since her hands were freed up, just ready to set all her crap down and relax for a second. Not a single world about the cigarettes was a win in her book, so a lot (but not all) of her dismay faded. The last one to enter the house, Elsa takes a shaky breath, trying not to feel like she's walking into a whole new life.

AN: So this is just the introduction, just introducing you to the girls and the Garcia's, setting up for the first chapter. The first chapter is going to include Marley racing Scott on her bicycle against his on the way to school and then make friends at school with him and stiles like "oh, you're my neighbor Sharon's goddaughter, the one my mom told me about" that kind of thing. Meanwhile, Elsa's going to go to her first day of college with Tony and experience something supernatural for the first time. She's then going to go driving around looking for a job possibly. Or at least that's what I have planned.