Stiles
Stiles rises up from the bed, his eyes scan his best friend, Scott Mccall's face, as he lays down on the bed, his hands in his hair, he seems frustrated and Stiles knows why, Scott's dad was back in town.
"Daddy issues?" Stiles teases his best friend lightly, as Scott sits up, nodding his head with a small groan.
"Worse?" Stiles asks, and Scott nods his head again, he runs his hands down his face again.
"Come on Scott, I know you're dead barely comes around, but you'd think it'd be a nice visit every time he does." Stiles muses, as he stares at his distressed best friend, in reality he feels bad for Scott, being the son of an the head of the F.B.I was hard, he was constantly watched, and of course there was more pressure on him to be perfect, Stiles hands Scott the controller of the game he was just enjoying before Scott came in.
Scott takes it with a small smile on his face.
"Thanks man." He says in a hoarse whisper, as he stares at the tv, and Stiles almost feels bad that he can't cheer his friend up, like he usually does.
"Anything else you want to vent out?" He asks, as he presses start on the controller, starting the game back up.
Scott grumbles low, as he starts playing, his movements are fast, and Stiles knows by this reaction his friend is very frustrated.
"Come on, Scotty." Stiles says, as he kills more minions in the game, his eyes glued to the screen.
"My dad wants me to date Malia Tate." He mumbles softly, and Stiles sightly leans in, to make sure he heard him right.
"Malia Tate?" Stiles says, his awe, as he pauses the game, turning to his best friend.
Scott nods confirming what he says is true.
"Malia Tate?, our best friend, the girl that practically grew up with us, the girl that's probably tougher then all of us?" He asks again, and Scott laughs lightly, as he nods his head again, reassuring his hyperactive best friend that that's indeed who he was talking about.
"Wow." Stiles says, his mouth open, as he runs his hands through his hair, he liked Malia, he did, but he always thought she wasn't girlfriend material, sure she was gorgeous, but he could never see Scott dating her, he couldn't handle her, tame the beast inside of her, Stiles wasn't sure anyone could, she was a free spirit, always changing as the wind goes.
"Yeah, he wants me to date her, says that I could learn things from her." Scott says in a bitter tone, and Stiles nods his head, not because it's true, but because Scott wasn't the dominant type, and Malia was, not that it was a bad thing.
"You know what, I'll do it." Stiles says in a serious tone, as he looks into his best friend's brown eyes, Scott's face goes from broody to shocked in a couple of seconds.
"What?" He asks, perplexed as he stares at Stiles, his eyebrows raised, as he watches his friend's brain work in over drive, probably formaulating a plan.
"Yeah, think about it, I fake date Malia, your dad gets off your back, because I don't think there's anyone else he wants to you to date, and Malia will be taken, and you won't have any more added pressure, besides, I'm sure Malia wouldn't mind, we're all friends here." He says quickly, as Scott still stares at his best friend in surprise.
"You'd do that for me?" Scott asks, in a shocked voice, as he slowly smiles, alerting Stiles that he's down with his idea.
"Of course, Scott, I don't mind, just to get Agent Mccall off your back." He says with a light smile, as he clamps Scott down on the shoulder, and Scott smiles wider.
"Thanks man." He says, but then his face goes back to it's worried expression, and Stiles glances at his best friend, wondering what his next thought is going to be.
"But, how are we going to convince Malia?" He asks, and Stiles stares to speak, but goes silent.
"I have no clue, but I'll worry about that, okay?" Stiles says, as he unpauses the game, and Scott shuts up, focusing on the game.
I'll take care of it, Stiles says in his head, as he plays the game with Scott.
Malia
Malia Tate sits her in room, going over her latest math assignment, a yellow highlighter in her mouth, she hates math, despises it actually, and she's growing more frustrated as time goes by.
Malia gets distracted and stares at her phone, sighing, when Stiles texted her with important news, she hadn't expected him to tell her he's coming over in five minutes. Shutting her math book, she hops off the bed, fixing her black sweats, she ties her hair up, and sits on her bed, fresh faced, waiting. Malia wasn't like most girls, she didn't like dressing up, but she'd do it, Lydia Martin, her best friend was the one who picked out her outfits for school, and she would just comply and wear them, she got many compliments, but it didn't make her feel good about herself. The reason why Malia didn't like being girly wasn't because she was always a tom boy at heart, it's because her mom died really young and she had no one to teach her the ways of a women, she only a dad and one brother, Luke, but he was away at college, so she spent lots of time with her father, he taught her how to hunt, how to fish, how to be tough, and Malia loves him for it, she's glad she's not like most girls, she wasn't even expecting to have a boyfriend at this point. But she muses anything could happen.
She hears a light knock on her bedroom door, and goes to it, swinging it open, Stiles Stilinski grins at her, his black hair sticking up in all directions, he's wearing his typical red plaid shirt and cargo shorts, he sits down on the wooden chair in her room, and Malia knows this is going to be a long visit, she studies his body language, he's nervous about something, but he's trying to hide it, the way his hands tap against his light brown cargo shorts, she remains standing, arms crossed.
"So, I was talking to Scott, and you're aware of his father, right?" He asks her, and she nods her head slowly, as she thinks about agent Mccall.
"Yeah?" She asks, as she sits on her bed, deciding to relax, before Stiles tells her this news.
"Well, Scott is having a hard time with him.. he kind of wants you.. and him.. to date." He says his voice lowers at the last sentence, and Malia's eyes go wide at the statement.
"What?" She asks, as she studies Stiles, her face is as shocked as Stiles when he found out about this, he chuckles softly.
"What's so funny?" She quips, as she plays with the end of her pony tail.
"Nothing, nothing, it's just.. to get Scott's dad off his back, I figure we could date, look, I know you never dated anybody, neither have I, but I'm willing to fake it to save my best friend, are you?" He asks in a serious tone, and she thinks this over a second, weighing the pros and cons, they were alike like that, each testing simple terms, thinking carefully.
"Yes." She finally says, and Stiles head snaps up, looking at her with a mild serious expression.
"Really?" He asks, looking at her, and she smiles lightly.
"Yes, I'll do it." She says, as she fixes her pony tail, she was willing to help Scott out, he'd always been a great friend to her, why shouldn't she return the favor.
"Alright, then, thank you, Malia." Stiles says with a wide grin, as he gets off the chair, she watches as his notices her closed math book, he turns to her again, before leaving.
"And as your new boyfriend, as a rule of being a good boyfriend, I'll come by after school and help you tutor?" He asks, and she stares at him surprised, as she automatically nods her head.
"Yes, please, I suck." She laughs lightly, feeling a small relief in her chest, as she stares at Stiles.
Fake-dating him couldn't be that bad.
"Are you going to walk me to school, tomorrow?" She asks, knowing that they had to go public, he nods his head.
"Yeah, meet me in the front of your house, I'll pick you up in my jeep." He says, and she agrees with a light nod, they slowly smile at each other, thinking that this was going to be a good idea, they couldn't be more wrong.
(this is my first Stalia fanfiction, please be nice, but review, sorry for the grammar erros if there is any, sorry if the characters are OOC too)