Tee Shirt

Tee Shirt

A song by 'Birdy.'

For most people in the world, August the 21st was just a normal day: wake up, live another day and go back to sleep, the normal day-to-day routine, so people might breathe their last breath, or breathe their first. For most of the Earth's population, it was a just a typical Friday, for Malia Tate – it was very different.

She hadn't been able to sleep all night; she had sat on her bed, watching Stiles breath in and out, she had watched YouTube, she had done everything she could possibly do to fall asleep.

When the sun finally cracked through the window and Stiles's sat up in the bed, he was taken back, by the past out form of Malia in full coyote form. For months, he had told her to warn him, if she'd do it, because sometimes it took a long time for his mind to catch up with him and he'd forget she could do it. He was only confused for a few seconds, "Malia?" He looked at his phone to see how long he had before his scheduled time to get out of bed, he had another five minutes, but he needed to check if Malia as alright.

He stepped out of bed and walked over; he crouched down, linking his fingers with her fur, "Malia?" Her massive, glowing blue eyes opened and she reached forward, licking his face, "Ha ha, very funny," he stroked her, "have you checked your emails yet?" She slowly transformed back into her human form, Stiles closed his eyes as she wrapped herself in the duvet.

"Sorry...I couldn't sleep; all my worries go away when I'm in coyote form," Malia took hold of her phone, Stiles sat next to her as she scrolled through her phone trying to locate her emails; he watched as her face dropped and she cupped her mouth with her hand.

"Well..." Stiles held the 'll' sounds as she turned to face him, her hand fell down to reveal a massive smile from ear to ear, "You did it!" He boomed, she nodded her head and threw herself around him, making sure the duvet didn't slip down; he jumped up, "You are truly outstandingly amazing."

Scott burst in, "Did you do it?" He asked, Malia was too excited and jumped up, Scott turned on the spot as Stiles handed her her dressing gown. "So you can be Stiles's junior carer, right?"

"Yep," Malia answered, "Scott, you can turn around now," she said, her friend span back around, "I passed every single one of my exams with flying colours," she brought her boys into a three-way hug, "Now I can finally face time Lydia about bridesmaid plans."

"When are they getting married?" Stiles questioned.

"Christmas, they know it's quick, but after everything that has happened to them, they just want to spend this time together," Scott explained, "We also get to spend Christmas in Scotland, which is the best!"

"So did Lydia's Dad finally agree with the age gap?" Stiles asked, he watched as both their faces paled, "I've asked all this before, haven't I?"

"It's okay," Malia said stroking his arm, "Parrish is twenty-five and Lydia is twenty, Lydia's Mum finally got him to come around, now I need to go and phone my Dad and get dressed, do you two mind leaving?"

"Yes, of course," Scott said, he took Stiles's hand and dragged him out.

Stiles finally gave in and let Scott sit down to watch the Star Wars prequels, they waited for Malia to finish getting dressed; she jumped over the stairs bar then onto the sofa in-between the boys, she tucked her head into Stiles's shoulder as Scott put the film on, "This can't be that bad."

"Ha," Stiles laughed, he placed his arm around Malia.

Melissa walked through the front door, "Morning you three, did you get it Malia?"

"Yes!" She sang.

"Well done sweetheart," Melissa beamed, "There's a present for you in the kitchen."

"For me?" Malia asked.

"Yes, from Lydia." Melissa told her.

"Pause it!" Malia leapt off the sofa jogging towards the kitchen, she brought in a long zipped up bag, "I think it's my bridesmaid dress."

"Go and try it on!" Both Stiles and Scott ordered.

"I'm going, Melissa can you help?" The werecoyote questioned.

"Coming," both women ran up the stairs.

"Scott... I kissed her," Stiles told him after some time had passed.

"You what?!" Scott exclaimed, "When?"

"About two weeks ago...come to think about it, I don't remember," Stiles closed his eyes, "And she knows."

"About what?" Scott asked.

"About Switzerland," Stiles answered, "But she's okay with it."

"That must have took her a lot to say," Scott placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Come on, it's her day, let's smile for her," they both beamed at each other.

"She's ready!" Melissa sang down the stairs.

Scott and Stiles sat up right, ignoring what they had just spoken about; they heard Melissa rush down the stairs standing in front of them, her eyes fill of tears – Melissa has never be graced with a daughter, Malia and Lydia had been the closest she ever got, Allison too. She was so proud to see how far they has all come, "Ahhh Mum," Stiles and Scott spoke in unison, she looked up at the stairs as Malia made her way down.

Scott cast his head back, holding his breath straight away; he tapped Stiles's shoulder and his brother slowly turned her head around, Stiles's eyes widened and glistened in the beauty of someone he used to call his own; she was holding her dress up from her torso, so she didn't trip, "Don't laugh," she warned Scott, "I know you've never seen me in a dress before, Lydia also got my height wrong."

"Why would I laugh, Lia?" Scott said in all seriousness, he stood up to look at her, "You're beautiful."

"Shut up," Malia snapped, she looked around; seeing Melissa crying, Scott with the proudest smile ever and Stiles, still star struck by his definition of perfection stood in front of him, "Really?" Her voice sounded high and bemused.

"It just haven't taken a lot for Lydia to get you in a dress, at our junior and senior prom, you wore jumpsuits," Scott trailed off, he walked forward closing Stiles's open jaw, "You'll catch flies."

"Stiles?" Malia questioned, "What do you think?" She was holding back tears; her ex-lover stood up and trailed over, a slight wobble in his walk.

Malia was in a long maxi dress that stopped just before her feet; it was light orange and was strapless, it was plain, apart from a small red line down her right hand side, "Mal..." Stiles stepped forward, "You're gorgeous, like every day."

"You're such a hopeless romantic!" Scott shouted, but tears were filling his eyes, knowing that Malia and Stiles could never be a thing.

"Thank you," Malia threw herself around him, the boy froze, hovering his hands and then linked his fingers with her hair, "You're beautiful too," she whispered, he chuckled.

"Group hug!" Scott threw his arms around the both of them, his friends looked up at him, smiles across their cheeks, "I ruined the moment?"

"Nah, you made it better," Malia giggled.

Stiles stepped back, "Come on Mum," he motioned his hand forward and Melissa walked into the four-way hug, "We're not creasing the dress, are we?"

"It's fine," Malia backed up, patting her dress down, "I'll go and put it away," she walked upstairs, with Melissa trailing behind her.