Strong Woman
Malia considered herself a strong person. She knew she was attractive, and maybe she didn't understand everything in her math textbook yet, but she wasn't stupid and she could lift up nearly two tons so there wasn't anything that really pointed to her being not strong. But recently she's learned that there are some things that no matter how strong you are, will get to you.
Like her father being a psychopath and him attempting to murder her friends, which she has recently finally managed to get over. Like her mother being a psychopath and her attempting to murder Malia for power, which she was still kind of sore over, physically and mentally. They really a match made in hell. And most of all, her first ever break up.
She loves Stiles and she was almost certain he still loves her. That's why she had been confused about the whole ordeal. She got the gist of why he had broken up but she didn't really understand. Stiles hadn't explicitly mentioned why when they had broken up. He hadn't even actually said that they were breaking up but it seemed obvious the moment he closed her car door.
She had been lost for a little bit, afterwards. She spent days thinking about it, about what she had done wrong. And not seeing him had been painful. Stiles had been a constant in her life for most of her human life. She even had slept in his bed more often than she had her own. She also missed the sex.
So she did what she had seen the girls in those really bad romance movies that Stiles had made them watch do. She decides to consult her female friends about it.
Lydia says they split because Stiles is dramatic and overthinks things. Kira says it's because Malia had been to callous with his feelings. She still doesn't really get it. They tell her to got talk to him.
She ignores their advice for a few days and mulls around for a few days but eventually gives up and finally decides that they're right and she needs to face him because as fun as feeling like crap about something she doesn't understand is, she really does need some answers.
She makes her way into his house, going in through the window like she did a hundred times before. It's familiar but it doesn't feel right and it makes her chest constrict. It hurts that he won't be waiting for her the way he used to. That he probably won't be glad to see her.
Stiles is sleeping when she comes in, curled up on one side of that oh so familiar bed. He looks smaller than usual. She immediately wants to leave.
She talks herself from running out of there as fast as she can, rationalizing that she would feel better after talking to him and that it was now or never. She quickly makes her presence known before she loses her nerve by pulling his pillow from under him.
He jumps up and looks around completely bewildered before his eyes land on Malia. His entire body relaxes and his face spreads into a familiar sleepy smile that makes her heart stop. He looks like something she knows she can't have anymore. He smells like home and his entire being is a reminder of everything she likes about being human.
Consciousness quickly floods back into him, taking the smile with it.
His eyes narrow with confusion and worry, his mind going over the thousands of things that could have gone wrong in the few hours he had slept. "What's wrong Malia? Did something happen?"
She winces and regrets her decision to stay. She regrets it a lot.
"I- ugh, never mind. I really shouldn't have come." Her voice breaks and it really feels like she's stuck in one of Stiles's bad movies.
She doesn't move, though, instead she takes a deep breath and speaks.
I actually hate the way I made Malia in some parts because it just doesn't seem like her but hey, she's using bad romance movies as a guidebook so why not. Um, thanks for reading.