This one's a little bit longer, you guys. Hope you like it :)
Still That Girl by Britt Nicole: Stiles and Malia
When Stiles Stilinski walked into his room one Sunday afternoon, the last thing he expected to see was his girlfriend crying hysterically on his bed.
He would probably feel like a jerk if he ever actually said it out loud, but Stiles always thought that girls were the most beautiful when they cried. The first girl he noticed it with was Lydia Martin. He didn't know how to explain it, but something about seeing her cry made her feel more real to him. She always wore a lot of makeup and made sure that she was absolutely flawless when she was around other people, but seeing that makeup run down her face along with her tears, seeing that wall that she had put up for the rest of the world come crumbling down, made him see her for the natural beauty she was, inside and out.
This time, however, it was a different girl. This time it was Malia Hale. Malia didn't try to make herself look perfect for everyone, but she did put up walls the same way Lydia did. When Stiles approached her, she finally recognized his presence. When those big, blue eyes peered up at him, his heart almost beat out of its chest and broke into pieces simultaneously. He wasn't used to seeing her like this. Not his Malia. His Malia was always so strong and brave and determined. This Malia was just a shadow of her former self.
Stiles sat down on the bed and Malia immediately dove into his arms. He tried to make her calm down by running his hand through her hair, but it just made her cry harder. "Malia, baby, what's wrong?" he finally asked her. Malia tried to answer, but her sobs had yet to slow, so all that came out where pained attempts at speech.
After a couple more minutes of the two just sitting there, Malia crying and Stiles attempting to comfort her in whatever way he knew how, Stiles noticed that Malia was clenching one of her fists. He slowly moved one of his hands to her fist, rested it on top, and waited for her to have some sort of reaction. Her crying had finally begun to slow, and now she was just numb. He didn't get any reaction from her, so he slowly pried her fingers open, one by one, and retrieved the object inside.
When he opened the piece of paper, he discovered it was a drawing. No doubt it was drawn by little hands. The drawing was of two people standing in front of a house. The two people appeared to be girls, as they had triangles for dresses and long lines at the top of their heads for hair. He smiled at the picture, even though he didn't really know what it was he was looking at.
Suddenly, Malia uttered her first words since Stiles had found her in his room a half an hour ago. "Turn it over."
Stiles did as he was told. When he turned the piece of paper over, he found a barely legible sentence written on the back:
I love my sissy.
As he read the words, he noticed Malia's grip on his waist tighten even more. Now he was starting to understand. Stiles put the paper down on his bed and looked down at his girlfriend. Her eyes met his and his heart almost broke all over again. "Malia, I'm so sorry."
She looked at him for another couple of seconds and then removed her arms from his chest only to fling them around his neck. "Today's her birthday," she whispered in explanation. Stiles kept one arm wrapped around the small of her back while the other was drawing small circles near her shoulder blades when he heard something that made his heart freeze:
"How could I do that?"
It took him a minute, but he eventually responded, "It wasn't your fault, Li."
At this, she loosened her hold on his neck enough to stare him in the face. "Yes it was, Stiles. I killed her. I killed my little sister," she told him, broken.
"You were nine years old. You were turning. You had no idea what you were doing. You had no control," he explained calmly.
Malia shifted her position to where she was now sitting sideways on Stiles' lap with her arms back around his waist and her head resting on his chest. He gladly welcomed her by circling his arms around her waist once more. "I just wish I could go back. Back to being innocent and young and carefree. Back with my family."
"Well, you have one of those three things." Stiles told her in an attempt to lighten the mood. "You're still young! No teenager is carefree whether they are a were-coyote or not, and you're definitely not innocent," he said in a seductive voice and winked at her.
"Shut up!" Malia said as she playfully smacked Stiles on the chest.
"Sorry, I just knew that would get a smile out of you. And it worked too, didn't it?"
"Yes, it worked, you jerk," she replied, laughing and hitting him again. "But seriously though. I was a different person back then, Stiles. I was so full of life. I had promise. I won first place at the science fair! Now look at me. I can barely understand the periodic table! Why did my whole life have to turn upside down?"
"Malia, I honestly don't know the answer to that. But what I do know is that you are a strong, beautiful, vibrant, independent force to be reckoned with; and you wouldn't be who you are today without the things you've had to go through in life. I know you feel like you've changed a lot since you were younger, but you're still that girl, Malia. At least you can be if you choose to be. You think Malia Tate had promise? Well I think that Malia Hale is going to change the world."
Again, Malia stared at Stiles for what seemed like forever before she slowly leaned in and kissed his lips. "You are the best, you know that?"
"Well, yeah, I try," he responded, goofy grin plastered on his face.
"I love you so much, Stiles," Malia said before she threw her arms around his neck to hug him once again.
When she finally pulled away, he brought her lips back to his and whispered, "I love you too." After they were kissing for a while, Malia changed her position again so that she was straddling Stiles' lap. "What are you doing?" he questioned.
"What was I thinking? Why would I ever want to go back to being innocent?" she questioned as she gently pushed Stiles onto his back.
As she brought her lips back down to his, he said huskily, "I don't know, but I like it better this way."
Just before she attacked his lips with her own, she responded, "Me too."
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