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Sheriff Stilinski walked into his son's room to find him spooning the blonde British boy, with the Asian lying on the ground. He had to do a double take, his son and this boy were... what? He released the door handle and the door closed behind him. As soon as the door closed, all three boys shot up and looked around, as if they were expecting a fight. He held up his hands. "Woah calm down" he said "it's just me."

Thomas realized where he was and sank back into the bed. "Sorry" he said "we're still kind of jumpy I guess." A moment later, he had another realization. His dad was staring at him and Newt, Thomas felt his face heat up. "Um.. dad can I talk to you for a second?" he asked as he got out of the bed and stepped towards him.

His dad nodded and he followed his dad out of the room. Thomas closed the door behind him and glanced at his dad, trying to read his expression. "Here's the thing... about Newt... I was going to tell you, but I hadn't had the chance yet so..." he rambled.

"You have a girlfriend" his dad said "Malia's your girlfriend."

"I know" Thomas said "but I don't remember that and it's not fair to her but... I really like Newt. He understands everything I've been through. I'm going to end it with this girl as soon as I can."

His dad's eyes softened and he pulled Thomas into a hug. "I'm just glad you're home" he said.

"Thanks dad" he said.

His dad pulled away from the hug. "Well you boys can take turns showering and then if you're up to it, I'll take you over to Scott's. Your friends really want to see you" he said.

"Uh- yea, good that" Thomas said "we'll be down in a little while."

"Thomas I look like a slinthead, don't you have any normal clothes?" Minho asked as he stared at the flannel shirt in disgust.

"Apparently not" Thomas said as he stared at his own outfit.

"I could swim in this" Newt said. He was smaller than the other two boys and it was all the more obvious in a loose flannel.

"Slim it, will ya?" Thomas asked. "We need to go." They walked down stairs and Thomas's dad gave him directions to Scott's house.

Twenty minutes later, Thomas, along with Newt and Minho, stood in a living room facing a bunch of people he couldn't remember. There was an awkward silence and a lot of staring before a redheaded girl stood up and ran over to him, pulling him into a hug. No, he thought. Not redhead, she's strawberry blonde. Where did that thought come from? Was he remembering stuff? All he knew was that he had a strong emotional connection with this girl.

He pulled away and looked at the girl. "Are you-" he glanced at Newt quickly before finishing. "Are you my girlfriend?"

The girl's cheeks turned pink. "No" she said "I'm Lydia, I'm-" she sighed and took a deep breath. "We're just friends I guess."

Thomas forced a smile and nodded. Silence filled the room again before Scott cleared his throat. "So uh- Might as well do introductions" Scott said. "This is Liam, Kira, and obviously Lydia" he continued "and uh- Stile's friends here are.."

"Minho" Minho said as he crossed his arms, his expression blank. He nodded towards Newt. "And this is Newt." Newt was also standing with his arms crossed, but his expression reflected much more anger.

Everyone stared at each other, and a weird tension filled the room. A moment later, a girl burst threw the front door. Thomas barely had time to turn to face her when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He didn't know how to react at first, he stood there frozen with his eyes wide.

After a second, he came to his senses and pushed the girl off of him. He instantly glanced at Newt, who was staring daggers at him. "Stiles, I missed you so much" the girl, presumably Malia, said. She put her hands on his cheeks and Thomas felt incredibly uncomfortable.

He put his hands on her arms and pulled her away. "Um- Malia?" he said.

Her eyes lit up. "You remember my name?" she asked "I knew you'd remember me!" She leaned in to kiss him again, but he stepped backwards.

"Actually he doesn't" Newt said, anger dripping from each word. Thomas escaped the girl's grip and stepped behind Newt and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Malia turned towards Newt. "And who exactly are you?" she asked.

Minho stepped between Malia and Newt and stuck out his hand. "I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he said and gave her a smirk. Thomas rolled his eyes, was he really hitting on a girl that was technically his girlfriend?

"I don't care" Malia said as she stepped around Minho. "Stiles, can we talk alone for a second?" she asked.

Newt let out a bitter laugh. "Tommy's not going anywhe-" Newt started, but Minho sighed and stopped him.

"Slim it Newt. Let Thomas talk to his shucking friends, this probably sucks for them" Minho said.

"Ya think?" Lydia said from behind them.

"Come on Malia" Thomas said, and he made eye contact with Newt as he said the next part. "We need to talk about something."

"I don't understand."

"I'm sorry" Thomas said. "I don't remember you and... We can't be together."

"Please" Malia said "just give us a try, I promise you, we were good together. We were happy." She placed a hand on his thigh. "I missed you so much while you were missing, I just- don't do this."

"I'm sorry" Thomas repeated. "I need to sort some stuff out."

"Stiles, please" she said, her eyes watery. "Stiles I-"

"Please stop calling me that" Thomas said.

"It's your name!" Malia said.

"Not any more!" he yelled. He didn't mean for it to come out so harsh, but it did. "I can't remember Stiles! I can't remember his shucking girlfriend or his friends or his family! But I do remember Thomas because I am Thomas! I'm sick of people telling me who I am supposed to be instead of asking who I am! I'm sick of this klunk, and I'm done!"

Thomas turned around and burst through the door into the living room, where everyone was staring at him. His anger was overflowing, and he couldn't stop it. "You guys heard that then?" he said. "Good that." Thomas walked over and grabbed Newt's hand and Minho's arm. He pulled them out of the house.

They were halfway to the car when Lydia came running out of the house. "Stiles! Wait!" she yelled.

For some reason he couldn't explain, he stopped. Thomas let go of Newt and Minho and turned around to face her. She gave him a sympathetic look. "Can we just talk for a sec?"

The anger leaked out of Thomas. He had no idea why, but he really wanted to talk to Lydia. He glanced at Newt. "Gimme a second" he said.

Thomas walked over to Lydia and they sat down on the front steps. There was an awkward moment of silence before Thomas spoke up. "I remembered something about you" he said and he glanced at her.

She smiled. "Really?"

"Kind of... It was a tiny detail, but it was something" Thomas said "when I saw you, I had the thought who's this redhead hugging me? but then another thought popped into my head, that you're not a redhead, you're strawberry blonde. I have no idea where it came from, but... It's something."

Lydia bit her lip as if trying to hide a smile. "You were always pretty persistent about that" she said. "So do you think you're getting your memory back?" she said, hopefully.

"Shuck if I know, this is a bunch of klunk..." he grumbled.

"What?" Lydia asked.

Thomas rolled his eyes and sighed. "Nothing" he said.

They were silent again for a while and Thomas looked over at Newt. He was standing next to Minho and they were whispering back and forth about something. Lydia followed his eyes and looked at Newt. "You like Newt, don't you?" she asked.

Thomas looked at her. "I- wha-" he took a deep breath. "Yea. We're together I guess. I haven't had the nerve to say anything to anyone, especially since I apparently had a girlfriend."

Lydia pursed her lips and stared at Newt. "You should tell Scott" she said "he's your best friend. Or... at least he was."

Thomas nodded. "I'll do it eventually" he said.

They were silent again for a moment, but it was oddly comforting. He didn't understand the connection he had with this girl, or what relationship Stiles had had with her. "Lydia?" he asked and she looked at him. "How did you know about me and Newt?"

She looked away from Thomas, and he saw her eyes get watery. "Because" she said. He could tell from her voice she was trying to stay calm. "You used to look at me the way you look at him." With that she stood up, dusted off her skirt, and walked back into the house.

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