Okay, please don't kill me! I know it's taking forever to post a new chapter but here it is. So sorry it this long! Please forgive me.
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"You ok?" Scott asked his best friend as he helped himself to food from Stiles' fridge.
"What? Yeah I'm fine... Why?"
"Well, it's not even been 3 weeks since you and Malia broke up? And you've also been staring into the distance for the past five minutes saying nothing."
"Oh right, yeah sorry Scott. I've just sorta been thinking." Stiles answered.
"About ... "
"I was thinking about the fact the you keep stealing from my fridge."
Scott could tell he was lying. Not only was Scott a werewolf with supernatural hearing but he was also Stiles oldest friend, he always knew when Stiles was lying.
"Oh really? Are you sure you weren't daydreaming about a certain 5'3 Strawberry blonde banshee?" Scott teased.
"Lydia? What? God no. Pfft. She doesn't even cross my mind." Stiles lied. She had crossed his mind at least 20 times before breakfast.
The doorbell rang. Which Stiles was thankful for as the conversation with Scott was getting a little bit awkward. He walked to the door and opened it.
"Malia!? And... Lydia? What the hell are you doing here?"
Lydia looked just as confused as Stiles. Malia pushed past him and Lydia, walked into the kitchen where Scott was sitting. Stiles and Lydia were left standing awkwardly in the hallway.
"Scott," Malia said in her 'on a mission' tone, "I need to talk to you, urgently.".
"So...," Lydia said, "how are you Mr Stilinski?"
"Good, great. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I mean Malia urgently wanted to talk to Scott but you don't seem to be here for the same reason."
"Malia dragged me here. Not sure why. She's kinda been acting strange lately."
"What d'you mean, strange?" He questioned.
" Well, she's been overly friendly. I mean sharing food and going shopping friendly. I like spending time with her but Malia hates shopping and she's always moaning about how long it takes me to decide what to buy or that he feet hurt from walking around the mall." Lydia decided to leave out the part where Malia constantly questioned her on feelings towards Stiles. For obvious reasons, she didn't think that was appropriate.
"Hmm interesting, she's sorta been overly friendly with me too! And considering we recently broke up by her choice, it is a little strange. It's sorta interesting dontcha think?" Stiles replied.
Lydia looked at him for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed, his whiskey coloured eyes focused. He was deducting. She could always tell when was trying to figure something out. It was a look she was used to on him. She found him incredibly attractive when he did it. Man, how she just wanted to grab him and.. GOD she had to stop doing that. Daydreaming about Stiles will get her into trouble one of these days.
"What's wrong Malia? It sounded sort of important. Is someone in trouble?" Asked Scott, with his concerned Alpha voice.
"No, Scott no one's in trouble it's just...tell me do you sense it too?" Malia was sure that e understood what she was saying.
"Sense what?"
"Don't play dumb with me, I know you know what I'm talking about," Malia saw the blank look on Scott's face. She sighed for a second but continued talking, "can't you sense the amazing chemistry between Stiles and Lydia. It's sorta like pheromones in the air something. I dunno what it really is but they just seem perfect for each other."
"They're pretty good together...I guess." Scott was shocked, Malia didn't sound the slightest bit jealous of Lydia and Stiles. Of course, Scott had noticed the chemistry between the two. He remembers talking to Kira about in Eichen house. He knew how good they were together, but he didn't think Malia would notice.
The alpha noticed that Malia had a strange look on her face. She was plotting something BIG.
"I have a plan," she said," and I need your help!"