The idea to do a one-shot with these three amazing girls came to me from a very sweet Guest Reviewer! I really wish she had an account so I could thank her for all the help! She suggested that I make a one-shot of Lydia, Kira, and Malia moving in together and create some hilarious moments with them! I thought I would turn this into a collection of cute little one-shots of the girls! Here's the first one-shot; hope you all enjoy! A BIG thank you to the Guest Reviewer - greetings from America to Germany! :)

Disclaimer: Malia and her lack of cooking skills do not belong to me. Neither does Lydia, or anyone else from Teen Wolf mentioned in this one-shot.

Malia's Cooking Lesson

Lydia came home from school to find a houseful of smoke - enough to where you couldn't see a thing - so, yeah, what's new. Her first instinct was to close her watering eyes, begin coughing, and try to find the problem.

"Malia?" Lydia asked as she walked blindly through the small house, tripping on a few things and cursing them, even though she knew it was most likely something she'd dropped and had forgotten to pick up. She knew that Malia had to be the only one home. Kira and Lydia were both at school all day. Kira stayed after to hang out with Scott - cue the loving-but-disgusted gags from Lydia. Malia ended up staying home because she was 'sick'. Lydia knew she wasn't - werecoyotes don't get sick; are you kidding? - but she decided to be a nice friend and let her stay home for just one day. She didn't think it would affect her attendance that much.

Lydia would be the first person to stop Malia from skipping school if she knew that her attendance would be affected.

"Lydia!" Malia cried. Lydia found herself in the kitchen, where Malia was trying to shield her face from all of the smoke, but failing miserably.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" Lydia asked harshly as she ran into the laundry room to get the fire extinguisher, silently thanking Stiles for forcing them to get it for extra safety precautions; despite the fact that they had said several times that it would not be needed. Never in a million years did Lydia think she would ever be wrong about that statement.

The smoke had been cleared in minutes, leaving a dazed and coughing Lydia and Malia.

"I'm sorry," Malia said, somewhat quietly, as if she were too ashamed to speak at a normal volume. Lydia's eyebrows shot up to her hairline and she began tapping her foot impatiently. She waited for Malia to start explaining.

"You've been so helpful - you know, with the house and school and everything - and I wanted to thank you. So," Malia dragged the word out, "I tried to cook you something."

Lydia suppressed a laugh. "What'd you try to cook, sweetheart?" 'Sweetheart' had become somewhat of a name Lydia used with Malia; it started out as a sarcastic thing - something Lydia used when she was annoyed with Malia or wanted to tease her - but both girls ended up finding out that they quite liked the nickname, so it just sort of stuck.

"Macaroni," grumbled Malia.

"How did you manage to mess up macaroni?" Lydia was laughing now, but softly. She didn't want Malia to think she was laughing at her, because she knew it would embarrass and humiliate Malia. Laughing during what seemed to be a serious situation was never helpful - this Lydia had discovered tons of time - at least with Malia.

"Well, the directions don't tell you not to turn up the stove up all the way," Malia half-whined matter-of-factly, acting as if it wasn't her fault at all, but the directions'.

Lydia smiled good-naturedly. "It was supposed to be common-sense, Mal. I guess they weren't expecting newcomers - and I mean 'newcomers' in a literal way - to be cooking."

Malia grumbled something unintelligible.

"Hey," Lydia said, wrapping one arm around Malia's shoulders and letting the other hang loose. She directed them to the couch, where Lydia sat Malia down. "It's not your fault. Thank you, okay? Thanks for trying to do something nice for me. Believe it or not, you've come a pretty long way."

Malia looked at her with surprise etched on her face. "Uh... I have?"

"Oh, yeah," Lydia laughed. "I distinctly remember you telling me once that the dress I was wearing would look 'so much better on you'."

The two girls laughed at the memory. Lydia remembered how Malia used to have no sense of personal space; she would always touch Lydia and feel her clothes to try to identify the fabric. Malia remembered how, after telling Lydia that - despite the fact that her outfit was very pretty - she would look better in the dress, Stiles quickly swooped in and corrected her, telling her why that was an insult and shouldn't have been said.

"I have come a long way. I mean I'm not trying to kill anyone anymore or leave you guys behind when we're in trouble."

"Lydia?" Malia added a couple moments later.

Lydia let out a 'hmm' in response.

"I'm glad that we're friends," Malia smiled. Lydia's eyes softened significantly and she gave her friend a hug.

"Same here, Malia."

Fini.

Yay - cutesy one-shot with my two favorite gals! Hope you all enjoyed! Keep in mind, I have no idea how to use a fire extinguisher - I don't know if it clears smoke or just stops fire, so, yeah, I was just guessing! But we can totally forget about that :) Review please, and I'll catch you all later!