A/N: I am working on another story, and have decided to do a few one-shots while I finally get back to the other story, Foot Note. Just a new series one-shot of Stalia—and Malia learning the basic life-skills that she missed! Here we go!

"You're crazy" he sputtered out

In front of him, stood Malia—holding the keys to his Jeep. Stlies never thought he would see such a terrifying sight. He can see the sidewalks being newly vacant, as she rams over curbs and leaves every being in sight running for dear life, screaming 'Bloody Murder'.

"Come on! I have to learn sometime, don't I?" she begged, pushing her from lip out for an added effect.

He couldn't speak; all he did was stand in silence trying to comprehend just how horrifying the next hour will be.

"Please…?" she asked again, more firmly. She walked over to her, pushing her body against his with a gentle gesture—kissing the nape of his neck.

"Fine—Fine….but in a vacant parking lot." He said, squirming against her too-close-to-be-under-control body. He muttered profanities gently, a sigh swallowing his attempt at a sentence.

She shot her fists in the air, with a victorious grin she pressed her lips to his and muttered towards his husky breath

"Thank you…"

"Okay…So…explain this to me…" she said with such a carefree attitude that made Stiles cringe.

"The left is the Break, which is used for slowing down and stopping," he started, looking at Malia wishing slightly she would be more serious about this.

"And the right is the gas, for speeding up."

She nodded, mouthing it back to herself. She repeated 'I got this' to herself—Stiles looked absolutely terrified. She didn't have a single clue why, because they were in a vacant parking lot with nobody else in it. What could go wrong?

"Okay…now…Put it into Drive. Just push you foot on the break, and slide this…" he pointed to the shaft, and continued "down to D. D is drive, R is reverse and N is neutral. And for now, don't worry about all the other clicks and buttons" he assured, as he did look at least a bit nervous with every switch and button near the steering wheel. She slid the shaft into drive, and pressed down on the Gas a little harder than Stiles would've liked. He pushed his hand against the glove department, and planted his feet into the floor as she sped through the parking lot and flew over parking bumps sending the Jeep into a small flight.

"Malia—Slow down!" he managed to stutter.

She furrowed her brows, and took her foot off the gas and coasted the Jeep to a stop, leaving Stiles breathless and holding onto his chest like she just drag-raced through down town.

"Why? I was only going like thirty…"

"In a 5 mile parking lot" he spat out

She lowered her head; she never meant to make him mad. She just wanted to share something he liked—so they'd have something else to talk about. Death Pools and assassins seemed like a downer subject…

He saw her expression change, and quickly wrapped an arm around her and cooed her softly

"Hey, hey…I'm sorry—I over-reacted. But you aren't that bad of a driver…" he said, slightly smirking.
"Really?" she perked up, a way-to-big smile engulfing her face.

"Really," he stated, feeling the need to further "in fact, I think after a little bit, you'll be a real champ at this. Just need some practice" he said, nodding his head.

She grinned, and quickly slipped him a passionate kiss before slamming her foot back on the pedal, propelling the Jeep forward, leaving Stiles wide-eyed and suffering what he feared might be a heart attack.

A/N: Short, I know. But, I am just getting my permit for driving myself so I didn't want to go into details about everything and bore you X3

So, this was a small-driving bit. Maybe I'll do a 'Cooking with Malia' next. And you have any other little drabbles that you are waiting for just drop a suggestion in, and I'll do it! And tomorrow, I'll work on my other story. Anyways, Review, Follow and Favorite, and have a fun day! Bye!