My eyes peeled open slowly, squinting as they adjusted to the light in the room. I was no longer at the school, I was in my room, on my bed, and someone was hovering above me. Just by the golden colour in her hair I could tell it was Malia.
"Hey," She whispered, smiling a little now that I'm awake. She sat cross legged on the bed, with my head in her lap as she inspected me. I tried to sit up but she placed a hand on my chest, "Rest." She ordered. I let out a deep sigh, and closed my eyes again, nuzzling my head into the crook of her knee. I could hear her laugh, and then she pressed a kiss to my forehead, so I opened my eyes and stared into hers. We stayed like that for a moment, just smiling at each other, until Scott knocked on the door.
Malia's head shot up, "he's awake," she told him, urging him in to the room. I tried to sit up again, and once again she placed a firm hand on my shoulder, holding me down. Scott came up and stood near the edge of the bed, looking down at me.
"That was quite a hit you took, you okay?" He kneeled down beside me, patting me on my free shoulder.
"Well, if someone let me up I would know," I joked, looking up at the overprotective coyote as she released her grasp on me. "Thank you, honey." I mocked, and she grinned in response. I sat up slowly, with a spare two pairs of arms giving me support. I winced in pain as I finally sat upright, my back still aching from the fall I'd taken. "Hey, would you look at that!" I announced sarcastically, both of them looked at me intrigued. I looked back at Malia, over emphasising, "I'll live!"
"Alright, I'm gonna go and call Stiles, I'll speak to you in the morning," Scott quickly dismissed himself, obviously not wanting to be a third wheel. Returning my attention to Malia, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, placing a hand on her thigh.
"Thank you," I whispered, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face.
"For what?" She blushed a little bit at the contact, struggling to hold back a giggle.
"For being you," I finished, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips. She nearly jumped backwards in surprise, but laughed afterwards.
I got up and walked over to my desk, sitting in the seat as I shook the mouse, waking my computer up. The screen lit up, and shot straight to the screen that I was on before, the screen that I'm constantly looking at.
Malia appeared over my shoulder, "What's this?" She asked innocently, raising an eyebrow at the many pictures of children on the screen.
"It's my little sister's school's website," I informed her, "She was supposed to be in some big play for them soon, so I just wanted to keep checking for updates." Malia stayed silent, urging me to go on. "See, she'd come home every day with new stories about how they'd been practicing. She'd come up and tell me about it since mom was always too busy."
"What about your dad?" Malia asked curiously, I looked down at the floor at her question. I could feel a hint of rage building inside of me as I prepared to answer, "He just didn't care, he didn't care about anything. Ever." She rubbed my shoulder, and brought me back to reality. It was at that point that I remembered Scott's words earlier today, 'she's your anchor'. Maybe she was.
"Anyway, she made me promise that I would go, since my parents probably wouldn't." I rested my head back in my chair, letting out a sigh, "It just hurts to think that she doesn't have anyone looking out for her anymore."
We sat in silent for a few moments, until Malia finally broke the silence, "When is it?"
I looked up at her, surprised, "What?"
"When's her show?"
I looked back at the screen, scrolling down until I found the required information, "The first showing is in two days, why?"
"Let's go!" She said, already excited at the prospect.
"Mal, we can't just leave, people need us now!"
"Oh come on, Derek's back to normal now! And besides, this seems really important to you, which means it's important to me!" She leant in closer and brushed her lips against the side of my neck, sending a rush of adrenaline though my beaten body, forcing me to bite down on my bottom lip to hold back a moan of pleasure. "You know you want to," She teased.
"Fine! Fine!" I shouted, squirming away from her touch. "We're going to Chicago!"
Only a short one, I know! There will be more soon as the pair travel to Chicago to go and see Tyler's sister's play, but we all know that it's not gonna go that smoothly now, don't we?
See you next time!
~Abi