Okay, hey guys this my first ever fanfiction so I'm learning. I really love Teen Wolf and thought it was about time I wrote a fanfic, as I love reading other people's. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.


Slowly, Stiles pulled on his T- Shirt. "What happens to your shoulder?"

Startled, he turned around swiftly. "Woah! Malia what the hell are you doing here? It's midnight!" He exclaimed. She stared back at him wide eyed, stifled a sigh and replied. "We need to talk." She said bluntly. Stiles answered with a reluctant okay and sat down on his bed. She slumped next to him. They sat in silence for a few seconds, staring into nothingness.

"I've been thinking," she began, "You and me? It's not what it used to be. You've been... sort distant. I don't what it is but you smell... of. And let's not ignore the fact that you don't want us time any more. I'm trying but you don't to want spend time with me romantically." She paused and looked over Stiles he sat with his head bowed as if accepting what was about to happen. Malia continued, "I just think I'm chasing something that's not coming back. So, Stiles. Oh god. This is difficult. Okay...So Stiles, I'm ending it with you."

"What? Malia? No!" Stiles turned to her holding of her hands, looking deep into her eyes searching for something. She pulled away, stood up, grabbed her bag and headed towards his bedroom window. "Malia, wait!" Stiles lurched forward and grabbed hold of her arm. They stood facing each other. Silence. Malia fought back the tears, she never imagined it being so difficult.

"Malia please. I can explai-"

"No! Stiles! Please just... let me go! We have no real chemistry anymore. I can't just feel it, I can smell it. So please Stiles, listen to me! We have to finish this!"

"Malia!" He shouted but she had already gone.


"Wait a minute. So she just sorta broke up with you? Just like that?" Scott questioned.

"Just. Like. That." He replied slowly, then took another swig from the bottle, "Dude, I know we've been distant and shit. Me and you I mean. Not me and and uhhh Malia. But I've had my reasons, man. You wouldn't break with me, would you? Bro? Would you?" Stiles slurred.

"Stiles, you're my brother. I know that whatever is bothering you, you will tell me in your own time." Scott answered his slightly intoxicated friend.

"Thanks man! That means a lot!" Stiles said a little too emotionally.

After Scott had discovered what had happened, he had taken Stiles to their old spot in the woods to do the well known ritual of bromance that is getting you're best friend drunk after a breakup. As Stiles did for Scott when he and Alison were taking a break, all those years ago. Of course, Scott himself knew he couldn't get drunk but he had to be there for Stiles and this is what he needed. Besides someone had to drive them home!

"You know what Scott. When I think about it. I uhhhh you know...wasn't that shocked. I was sad yes but I could...feel us becoming more ...less like people who dated...you know?" Scott was shocked that Stiles managed to form a sentence that vaguely made sense.

"Yeah-the whole pack could sense it! Me, Liam even Theo, we knew that something wasn't there between you two." Scott said a little too eagerly.

"You know what? I love you Scott! I really do!" Stiles whispered

"I think we need to get you home. Come on Stiles, up you get."

Scott helped Stiles up and into his rental car (Stiles' jeep seemed beyond repair so the rental was his father's 'gift' to him.) and drove him home as Stiles whispered the odd thing in is alcohol induced slumber.


So that was the first chapter. I apologise for the lack of stydia interaction I'll make up for it in future chapters. I do promise some really cute stydia moments very soon so keep an eye out. This chapter was sort of laying the foundation for the story. Hope you liked it all the same