''Maybe you should come back to my place and take a shower.'' Will suggested for the third time that week, and I rolled my eyes.

''Will I don't need a shower right now, plus I just took one three days ago.'' I reminded him. I did go to his house to take a shower and borrow some clothes.

''Okay first of all, Malia you're living in the woods. You always need a shower.'' He pointed out, grinning.

''Why do you hate the woods so much?''

''I don't. It's just…you can stay at my place.''

This was probably the millionth time he asked me to stay at his house in the past few weeks; he didn't fathom my ability to survive in the woods.

''Will for the love of god, I'm fine.'' I huffed, and he frowned but nodded nonetheless.

Neither of us said anything for a while, just sitting on a tree branch, lost in thought. I heard him cough loudly every now and then; and I remember what I told him about Scott. He said he was going to think about it, but it's been two weeks now and he still wasn't sure. I couldn't blame him, it is a big decision. The fact that I made him the offer, sometimes made me question myself, I didn't have a choice; I came into the world this way. If I wasn't like this…would I choose to be? I couldn't even think about it, because being a coyote was all I ever knew.

''So, I was thinking about uh….you know,'' he started suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence. ''What you said about the bite and…and everything that comes with it.'' He let out a jagged breath, looking ahead.

''I think I want it.'' He finally confessed.

''You can't think. You have to know Will.''

''I know I know…shit,'' he gripped his hair in frustration, looking at me annoyed. ''What about you? You never told me what happened to you?''

I never did. I basically told him; everything I learned from Scott and Derek. I didn't bring up any of my story and I wasn't about to. I didn't want to say that I had absolutely no control over it; that I was born like this, so at the age of nine I turned and caused a car accident that killed my family. My adoptive family.

''I didn't choose it.'' I could tell him that part.

''So you're like that Derek guy?''

Oh if only you knew.

I just nodded my head in confirmation, watching him as he swallowed, running his hand through his hair. ''Okay, give me a few more days.'' He pleaded, and I rolled my eyes.

''Whatever, Will.''

''You do know that you need to go back to them anyways, right?'' he asked, giving me a slight nudge in the arm.

''Yeah…'' I responded lamely. ''I really do.''

''Aha, because from what you told me, you and Stiles seem to be pretty close.'' He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows meaningfully.

Raising an eyebrow back. ''If you're implying sex, then yes we've had sex. A lot.'' I replied boldly.

He gaped at me in shock as he let out a surprised laugh. ''Oh god Malia.'' He choked punching me in the shoulder. ''Wow…Go Stiles.''

I shook my head, punching him, as his laughter settled down and we both went silent again, both of us in our own worlds staring into space and I finally made up my mind. This was it. I think I'm ready to go back.

...

A few days later and there I was, standing there, staring at Scott's door and I was starting to doubt myself.

I went over to Stiles first, but no one answered the door and I had no idea where he could be, so there I was, staring stupidly at a door. I can hear Scott and Kira laughing and talking, and I knew Stiles wasn't in there. I sighed, raising my hand and knocking firmly. Their laughter stopped as I heard footsteps coming to the door. The door finally opened, and Scott was standing there with what looked like flour on his shirt and face, staring at me with his mouth open in shock and honestly I was trying not to laugh.

''Malia.''

''Hi.'' I smiled weakly.

Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed, his eyes turning angry, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

''Hi? Seriously, that's what you're going with?''

''Would Hello be better?''

''You're unbelievable.'' he said shaking his head.

Alright, cutting to the chase ''Where's Stiles?''

''He's at Lydia s.''

''Oh.''

''I don't even know why I'm telling you, He's worried sick, going crazy and here you are just causally standing there.'' he said angrily. Scott never spoke to me like that, he was always nice to everyone, and I didn't like that he seemed to be angry now because of me. Scott taught me and mentored me when he didn't have to and he was always so patient. I blinked a few times, before meeting his eyes.

''Okay, you should be angry. I left without a word to anyone, and….and I should have said something at least. But I needed to be alone.'' That seemed to put him at ease for the moment, because he let out a long breath and stepped aside, gesturing for me to follow him; walking behind him, until we reached the kitchen. Kira looked even worse than Scott; she was covered from head to toe in that flour and the kitchen was a mess around her, which explained why she was on the floor scrubbing it.

''Look, who it is!''

Kira looked up at us, her eyes moving from Scott to me a few times, until she finally settled on me.

''Wow, Malia…uh…uhm…how are you?''

How am I? Was she being sarcastic?

''I'm good.'' I answered anyway, smiling widely at her, because that's what she chose to ask me, how are you? Simple as that.

''Kira, you don't have to do that.'' Scott said, as he walked over to where she sat and caught her by the arm, trying to get her to stand up.

''Scott no. Your mother can't find her kitchen like this.'' Scott chuckled lightly as he caught both her arms to help her up. ''Trust me mom saw worse things. I'll clean it later.'' He turned to look at me, eyeing me up and down surely noticing that not a part of me was clean.

''Plus, we have a situation.'' They were both openly staring at me and I didn't know what to say; so I just stared back.

''Okay, I texted Stiles, he's on his way.''

When the hell did he text Stiles!

''Alright. What were you guys doing?'' I asked quickly because they won't stop freaking staring. I watched smugly as Kira blushed and Scott fidgeted in his place, looking around the room.

''Nothing.'' They both said in unison, I nodded smirking. '' Okay maybe you guys should go change.'' I remarked still smirking at them. Scott glared at me, but before he could retort we heard the front door open and then slammed shut. We all turned to look who it is, but of course I knew before I even looked at him, after weeks of not seeing him; his scent was overwhelming. I took a moment to take him in wearing one of his plaid shirts and jeans; my eyes slowly traveled up to his face, he looked so tired, black circles under his eyes; but he wasn't looking at me. Much like Scott and Kira, he was eyeing me from head to toe the difference was that his eyes were intense with concern as if he was checking for injuries or making sure I'm real. Slowly his eyes met mine and there were so many emotions in them; I mostly picked up on his relief and anger. The silence was consuming and his stare was overwhelming and I was out of breath.

''Hi.'' I finally breathed, not standing the silence anymore, his head snapped back as if my voice shocked him, like he didn't expect me to actually say anything.

''HI!?'' He exclaimed loudly; I blinked taken aback by his tone.

''Told you that's not a good opener.'' Scott pointed out uselessly, I whipped my head around to glare at him, before looking back at Stiles. ''What the hell would be better?'' I asked angrily.

''Oh plenty. Plenty would be better than fucking Hi!'' Okay, so maybe I underestimated his anger. Taking a deep breath I took a step towards him; but he instantly took a step back. I honestly didn't know what made me feel like my heart was ripped out more; that he stepped away from me; or the complete disinterest and distaste on his face. Like nothing I could say will ever make this better. As always my hurt turned to anger.

''I am not sorry I left, Stiles.'' I said a part of me intentionally trying to hurt him, but Stiles was really good at hurting me, because all I got was his tightened jaw and a blank stare and nothing hurt me more than that.

''Why are you here then?'' He asked way too calmly. God no, just get back to angry.

''I need something from Scott.'' This time I got the reaction I wanted, raising his eyebrows and quickly looking away from me but I caught the hurt in his eyes as he too quietly said ''Oh.'' I'm a shitty person.

''Uhm, Me?'' Scott asked feebly from behind me, finally looking away from Stiles to look at Scott.

''Yeah, it's actually really...''

''Well I'm gonna go.'' Stiles announced loudly, cutting me off.

''What?'' I asked incredulously. ''Why?''

''I just wanted to make sure you're okay, nothing more.'' He said firmly, still looking anywhere but me.

''Stiles look, I'll answer anything you want; if you just stop be...''

''I don't want to know anything.'' Again with the interruption.

''Really?''

''Yeah frankly I don't care Malia. Cause apparently you're not sorry that you left.''

''Stiles that is not what-''

''And you're not even here, because you want to-''

''Stiles stop-''

''You're here because you need something.''

''That is so unfair You're not even listening to what I have to say. Clearly you really don't-''

''You're here because you need something from-''

''Stop fucking interrupting me!''

''SCOTT.'' he finally exploded.

The kitchen went silent after that. I didn't know what to say I mean; he wasn't going to listen anyway, he was now looking at the floor, I could clearly hear his heart beating and even though it was beating fast from anger; it was such a nice sound I wanted to hug him.

''Stiles.'' I tried again.

''I don't care.'' Still not looking at me, he looked up at Scott. ''I'll call you later.'' And with that he turned around and headed for the door, two seconds later we heard the door shut. How many times will he make my heart feel like this? I hate this.

''Should we go after him?''

''No trust me he wants to be alone right now.''

''He looked really upset though.''

''He'll be fine.''

I can faintly hear Scott and Kira's conversation still staring at the spot where Stiles was standing. I can't believe he just left.

''Malia.''

''What?'' I asked still staring at the same spot.

''Where were you?'' It was Kira who asked.

''The woods,'' I responded.

''That's impossible we looked everywhere in the woods.'' Scott countered.

''If I don't want you to find me, you won't,'' I started,'' And you can't follow me by scent, I know how to cover it.'' Scott raised his eyebrows slowly, seemingly impressed.

''How?''

''Well, obviously all the dirt will do the trick, it's just to divert the attention to a stronger smell,'' I though for sure, he knew that. Maybe he was just trying make conversation.

''Right.''

''Only an excellent tracker can find just a good hider.'' I continued smiling slightly at him.

''And all this time I though I was teaching you.'' He smirked back.

Again we all heard the front door open and close as Scott's mom made her way to kitchen, with all the time I spent with Scott teaching me I came to learn her scent. The first thing we heard was her gasp as she walked in the kitchen.

''Scott McCall, you are so grounded!''

''Oh god. I'm so sorry so so sorry.'' Kira started apologizing but Melissa just looked at the both of them for a second, like she was trying to make a decision. Finally she raised her hand as if to tell Kira it's no big deal and smiled at her warmly.

''Kira, sweetie don't apologize, Scott will clean it all up. Alone.'' She said smirking at Scott, I always liked her. Looking around the kitchen and sighing loudly, her eyes fell on me and another gasp was heard. ''Malia! You're okay!'' She smiled, eyes wide as she marched over to me and gave me a hug.

Quickly though she pulled away, wrinkling her nose. '' Malia, you are in desperate need for a shower.'' I laughed loudly nodding in agreement.

''That's what that is!'' Scott exclaimed in mock horror as he fanned his hand in front of his nose as Kira hit him playfully on the arm laughing along with us.

''Okay, you go take a shower and you can borrow some clothes from me,'' she said smiling softly at me. ''Oh and you're most definitely staying for dinner.''

She didn't even ask one question. Yep, I always liked her.

...

Taking that shower was heavenly, I could have stayed under that shower for the next two days; if Scott didn't knock on the door to tell me dinner was ready. I can hear Scott and Melissa talking in his room but I didn't really care about what they were saying, my mind once again focusing on Stiles. A part of me thought he would come back; I kept listening for the door, for Scott's phone. Anything from him really. I sighed picking up the towel and wrapping it around myself, finally getting out of the bathroom.

I was greeted by Melissa and Scott's shocked faces; Scott quickly turned around to leave, mumbling something about letting me change.

Melissa just smiled amused at the situation I guess; I never know what's the big deal is with humans.

''Here, I picked one of the best things I own. Promise,'' she laughed.

''You didn't have to, anything will do,''

''I just hope they fit, but I'm sure you will fill them out nicely.'' She said cheekily. I cracked a smile, taking the clothes from her.

''You know, I couldn't help but notice that Stiles is not here,'' She began softly, and I felt my heart jump at hearing his name, taking a quick breath in as I reached for the green shirt, Melissa turned slightly away, as I dropped my towel to the floor.

''Yeah, he's angry, I guess.'' I muttered, taking the jeans next to put them on.

''He should be.'' She retorted quickly. I looked up to meet her burning eyes.

''Stiles is like my second son, Malia,'' She started slowly walking towards me. ''He's been through hell, and...And we almost lost him.'' She continued her voice breaking over the words. I nodded, my breathing turning shallow as I whispered ''I know.''

''You know, Stiles and Scott went through a lot of things that crushed them to the ground but they always got right back up,'' she looked down smiling, though it was a sad smile. ''What they went through with Allison and...'' She stopped mid-sentence taking a deep breath and blinking rapidly fighting back tears, I slowly put my hand on her shoulder and gave it a soft rub. She looked up with such a broken smile, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

''Losing her broke them,'' she breathed out. '' It broke them and changed them and there is nothing I can do to make it better.''

I didn't know Allison and after she died, no one was exactly willing to talk about her. All I knew about her was what Stiles told me in Eichen house; and only from that I knew she was an amazing hunter and an even better friend. I didn't know her but I felt her loss because I felt theirs; the grief, anger and guilt. Guilt was always a familiar smell with Stiles.

'' It broke all of us; Allison was loved by everyone, I was actually really sad when she and Scott broke up,'' she chuckled lightly wiping at her eyes. ''I don't think Scott will ever be the same, but with Kira here, I think he's slowly getting better each day,'' she sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ''They both refuse to talk about it, especially with each other and I think it's affecting their relationship.'' I met her sad eyes and I knew she was saying things, she didn't tell anyone, that she was telling me all of this out of trust. But why? Why me of all people?

She sniffed, rubbing a hand over her face. ''I mean, I can tell because Scott and Stiles are so inseparable, sometimes I genuinely forget they're not brothers,'' she laughed suddenly clasping a hand over her mouth. ''They are the literal definition of Family doesn't have to be blood, you know?''

I felt a tug at my heart and smiled absentmindedly, staring at my feet. What that must be like, to have friends so close, they are family. I always noticed how close they are, not only them but the whole pack. They did seem like a family. Suddenly thinking about Peter, I cringed, what if I never have anything but him to be my family. What if I end up like him.

''Family is much more than blood.'' Melissa spoke softly as if reading my mind, I managed to give her a small smile.

''I think what I'm saying is that what happened changed Stiles in every aspect of his life, I can't even imagine the guilt he must live with, because he will always think that what's happened was his fault,'' she continued, meeting my eyes steadily. ''But, you came into his life in the most awful time and made it better.'' She whispered through a broken smile, her eyes shining with tears. ''And with all of what he has been through, I've never seen him more lost than when you left.''

Please stop.

''He was just so reassured by you and comfortable around you because you just understand him. But I guess you leaving was and is a constant fear of his; so when you did leave it was like living his fear.''

''I...'' I started my voice breaking,'' I didn't mean to leave...a lot has happened so, I left and I don't know..I just stayed away.'' I finished lamely.

''I'm not asking you to explain, I'm simply asking you to understand his anger and the fact that what you did hurt him deeply. So, don't return his anger with yours. Just reach out to him,'' She explained to me in such a warm, loving voice, a voice I felt like only a mother can speak with.

''Because he needs you.'' I felt tears filling my eyes, my lungs were burning and my heart wanted to burst out of my chest. I wanted to see him at that moment so much.

''How do you know...all this?'' I couldn't help but ask, fear seeping through me.

''I'm a mother. I observe.''

''Well, you're really good.''

''I know.'' She chuckled as she pulled me into a hug, I hugged her back tightly.

''Thank god, you smell much better.'' She pointed out, playfully sniffing my hair; I giggled into her shoulder.

''Uh sorry to interrupt the moment, but I need to talk to Malia.''

We both pulled apart to look at Scott, standing in the doorway with a small teasing grin on his face. Melissa sighed as she walked to the door. ''Alright kids, dinner in five.'' And she was out the door.

''So?'' I asked Scott as I took a seat on his bed, he walked over to sit next to me; raising his hands to show me his phone.

''So, I just got a text from Derek, he wants to talk to you.''

''What about?''

''Family stuff,'' He shrugged.

Family. That's right, you're a Hale. Time to get answers.

''Okay.''

''Really? I though I was gonna have to talk you into it.''

''Why? I like Derek.''

''Yeah, I know I just thought...never mind. Do you want me to go with you?'' He asked politely.

''No but thanks.'' It was silent for a while, both of us lost in thought.

Stiles. Reach out to him.

''Did Stiles call you?'' I asked him.

He suddenly looked at the floor, then the ceiling then the floor again. ''Uhm yeah, he's doing...homework.'' He finally turned to look at me. ''So, umm what did you want to ask me?'' The change of the subject was so abrupt, I did a double take, almost forgetting what he was talking about.''

''Right. Do you know William from our math class?'' I waited for him to nod his answer. ''He's dying of cancer.''

''Oh,'' He blinked in surprise. ''That's terrible.''

''Yeah exactly. So I was wondering if you could turn him?'' I asked him bluntly, and it was his turn to double take as he gaped at me; standing up quickly.

''What? Malia no.'' He snapped. I stood up too, raising my hands in question.

''Why the hell not?''

''Because I don't just walk around turning people.'' He snarled more than replied. I rolled my eyes at him ''You're being ridiculous, he's dying; you'll be helping him.''

''Malia, I can't go around turning people, just because they're dying of natural causes. That way I'll never stop,'' He sighed, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. ''Why do you even care? It's not like you.''

''He's a friend.'' I replied instantly.

''He is?'' He asked raising an eyebrow.

''Yeah, he was the only one who knew I was in the woods.''

Scott seemed outraged, shock all over his face. ''WHAT? Oh god Malia, you just keep making this worse for you. Stiles will flip out.'' he chided.

'' No, he won't I'll explain everything if he just gives me a chance to talk.'' I interjected wisely, hope in my voice; His face softened.

''He'll come around,''

''Yeah.'' was my only response.

''Malia.''

''Yeah.''

''I'm not turning your friend.''

''Scott. He wants to, I told him everything okay? I told him about the struggle, the hunters and the fucking full moon.'' I said tiredly.

''Malia, I'm not that kind of alpha.''

''Scott, just come with me and talk to him,'' he was about to open his mouth to protest but I interrupted quickly. ''Just talk with him.''

He let out a long breath, begrudgingly nodding his head.

...

Staring at someone's door for the second time was not fun, I liked Derek, but somehow now it was just different. I reached out and slowly opened the door to the loft and stepped in.

''Derek, I'm here.'' no answer, looking around, it seemed like no on was there.

''Derek.'' I called out again, and then I smelled it. An intruder, I couldn't recognize it.

What is that weird ass smell? I scanned the room again and there he was standing by the window, when he wasn't there a second ago. I should have been surprised but for some reason I wasn't.

''You don't seem surprised.'' Peter pointed out, grinning.

''Not much surprises me.'' I replied calmly, even though talking to him was making me nervous and I don't get nervous which was unsettling.

''I like that,'' he said still smiling at me. '' Derek really shouldn't leave his phone around with no password.''

''What is the point of this?'' I hissed. He sighed putting a hand on his chest in mock hurt.

''Can't I just want to see you?''

''No you can't. Now start talking before I beat the shit out of you.'' I snapped, stepping forward and crossing my arms defiantly.

''Ohhh, feisty. Just how I imagined.'' he laughed, stepping forward too. ''You know, Malia I have all the answers to your questions, but something tells me you don't want to know.''

''What questions?'' I asked dumbly even though he's right.

''Oh I don't know...Why are you a coyote? Who's your mother?''

My mother. I have a mother somewhere out there.

''I'll find out everything on my own. I always have.''

''That's the spirit, but why the trouble? I could just give them to you.'' he took another step towards me, his hands crossed behind his back which worried me because what if he had a weapon of some sort hiding there. ''Isn't it weird that you're a coyote and I'm a werewolf?''

''It's funny you say that; cause you smell like a pig.'' I replied snidely. He chuckled under his breath.

''You really are your father's daughter.''

''Shut the fuck up.'' I growled, my heart hammering after that sentence. No no no. I'm not like him; I'm not a killer...am I?

''Don't be dramatic Malia. I'm your father. Get over It.'' he said rolling his eyes at me.

''You're not my father; I don't care if we're related. You. Are. Not. My. Father.'' I turned around ready to leave that asshole behind.

''You know I listened in to that conversation with that nice kid in the woods.'' I jerked my head around to meet his icy blue eyes.

How did he find me? I couldn't speak; I just stared at him numbly

Does he just follow me around?,

''You don't need Scott to turn him.''

''What?''

''Malia, coyotes are special it's not easy to take their form. Coyote packs are different from wolf packs.'' he said, now standing right in front of me. ''Malia you can fully transform since you were nine. Do you know how impressive that is?''

''No, I don't. I was nine I had no control over it.'' I scoffed.

''You always have control; believe me when you realize that; only great things can happen.'' I blinked, turning my gaze to the table behind him.

''What are you saying?'' I asked. Hating myself for giving in to the conversation.

''I'm saying, bite that kid.''

I snorted. ''No way. I'm not taking that chance.''

''You're not taking a chance, you're finding out who you are.'' he said almost giddily.

''Yeah? Are you telling me you know who that is?'' I asked, again hating myself for it.

He smiled so widely at me, that I almost looked away from his gaze, but he held it steady.

''Yes, I do,'' he started. ''You're someone who doesn't need Scott McCall and his pack.'' he said every word so clearly, almost emphasizing each one of them.

''You are your own alpha.''

Releasing a breath I looked away from his gaze, turned around and headed for the door. I am not going to let him play me. That's exactly what Stiles warned me from. What he was saying was crazy and unrealistic anyways. I marched over to the door.

''I am not falling for your mind games.'' I hissed, not looking back.

''Just bite him.'' he whispered the words right before I rolled the door shut, knowing that I would hear them.

...

Stomping out of the loft angrily, there was nothing I wanted more than seeing Stiles. Going down the stairs, I contemplated going to his house; he would probably let me in. Making up my mind, I decided I was going to go and he will listen to me. When I finally made my way out of the building, what I saw was probably a gift from heaven. Because Stiles was walking towards me, it's like he knew I wanted to see him. His walk was weird though, he was swaying back and forth, as he made his way to me. I was suddenly filled with concern.

''Stiles, what are you doing here?'' he looked up at me, startled his eyes were glazed over and he was extra pale but; his cheeks were flushed.

''Maliaaaa yo...you're here and you're okay!'' he slurred happily and I resisted the urge to laugh. He was so drunk.

''Stiles Stilinski, are you drunk?'' I asked smirking teasingly.

''SHHHHHH! Don't...don't tell on meee. Be cool.'' He said barely keeping a straight face before he burst out laughing.

''Oh I'm cool,'' I laughed. ''I just don't think your father is.''

His laughter halted. ''Oh shit! My dad.''

''Yep, come on I'll take you home; and on the way you can tell me what are you doing here?''

''I came in a taxi.'' he said proudly raising his hand. I couldn't help but smile at him, he was so freaking cute.

''Well, that's great for you but; we will walk a little to sober you up.'' I said already walking down the street as he quickly but sloppily followed me.

''Nooo nooooo Malia, I'm so tired, please don't make me walk home.'' He pouted, and I sighed.

''Do you want me to carry you?''

He suddenly stopped walking; I looked at him raising my eyebrows in question. He had a splitting grin on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes.

''Best idea I've ever heard.'' he said raising both of his arms in the air. ''Carry meee homee.'' he sang loudly.

I laughed. ''That was sarcasm Stiles,'' I barely let the words out before he sprinted towards me, turning me around and climbing on my back, wrapping his legs around my waist and arms around my neck; I quickly caught him and held him close as I barked out a laugh. He really wasn't heavy at all and I was going to carry him when it came to it, because he was drunk and at some point I was going to carry him.

''Oh my! I can see the world from here, it's so beautiful!'' he exclaimed loudly making a couple of people passing by to look at us; I felt him let go of his hold around my neck and I hurriedly held him tighter, so he wouldn't fall. A minute later I knew why as he raised both of his middle fingers to the people watching.

''What ya looking at Motherfuckeeers?'' he asked, singing the last part and I just laughed with him again.

''I'M SO DRUNK!'' he suddenly shouted.

''Oh Stiles, you will regret this tomorrow.'' I teased.

''No, I won't. I'm with you, I never regret anything when I'm with you.'' that was spoken so honestly and with no hesitation like it was the world's most obvious fact and I felt like crying. But instead I tightened my arms around his thighs to hold him closer and in return I felt him tighten his entire hold on me resting his head on mine and sighing contentedly. Having him this close will always be overwhelming, never will I ever get used to that feeling I have whenever I'm near him. But right then when I knew he was actually mad at me and I haven't been near him in weeks, it honestly felt like a dream and I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to know the real reason he was at the loft or why he was drunk. I didn't want to know, because he was here and nothing else mattered. We were both silent for a while I actually thought he fell asleep on my back. Suddenly he started speaking as if reading my mind.

''I...I was there because when Scott to...y..told me you were going to..ss see Derek, ''he started drunkenly as he slurred over his words. ''I had this feelin in my gut, it was Peter there...and I...I was drinking and I panicked.'' he continued hiccuping between some of the words. ''So, I took a taxi.''

I couldn't believe he was drinking out of his mind and he still thought of me and that maybe I was in danger with Peter. Stop making me feel things, Stiles. I didn't know if I should tell him that he was right though and that it was Peter there; deciding not to, I nodded slowly to let him know I was listening.

''I missed you.'' he spoke quietly into my hair, and my heart sank and for a second I forgot to breathe in. I wanted so much to look at him.

''I missed you too.'' I said back just as quietly.

I felt him tense against me as he raised his head from its resting place against mine. ''Malia stop...put me down, I'm gonna throw up.''

I gently put him down and he ran to the nearest corner and I ran after him, wrapping my arm around him as he threw up on the sidewalk.

''Its okay...its okay,'' I kept repeating, holding him closer until slowly it came to an end, he threw himself back on me, and I hugged him tightly to me.

''Why are you drunk, Stiles?'' I finally asked him.

''Why did you leave, Malia?'' he retorted.

I let out a breath. ''I didn't want to, something happened and-''

''Your dad knows, he told us when we went to ask about you.'' he interrupted. ''He didn't look happy and...And he said he doesn't care and that you're not his.'' I swallowed tightening my hold on him as he stroked my arms.

''What happened? Why...why didn't you come to me?'' he asked, his voice wavering.

''I will tell you everything tomorrow, but now we need to get you home.'' I said as I started getting up, helping him as he stumbled and giggled lightly. I turned around my back to him. ''Hop on.''

''Nah, I think I can walk now.''

I looked down, frowning. ''Okay, let's go.'' I said as I started to walk, I barely took three steps before I felt him attacking me from behind, once again climbing on my back.

''GOTCHAAA.'' he yelled and once again that night I was laughing.

''Dumb-ass.''

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Walking into his house everything was black; the sheriff obviously went to sleep. Thank god for my supernatural eyesight cause otherwise; we'd be knocking into things left and right, I slowly and miraculously got a drunk, giggling Stiles to his room shutting the door after us. I guided him to his bed, taking of his plaid shirt and shoes off but before I could finish he was under the covers; turning his back to me and moving over to the other side of the bed. I didn't know if this was an invitation to stay, but I honestly didn't care; I got under the cover and scooted closer, wrapping my left arm around him. I felt him tense for a second before relaxing against me, catching my hand in his.

''You're staying?'' he asked breathlessly, voice deep and full of hope.

''Of course.''

''I'll...I'll see you in the morning?'' he asked as causally as he could, but I knew him too well, to know that he was doubting this. That he was scared of the answer.

''I'm not leaving Stiles.''

''Good,'' he let out a happy noise, tightening his fingers around mine. ''Oh thanks by the way.''

''For what?''

''The ride home.'' he whispered sleepily, and I smiled as I hugged him tighter to me.

''Anytime.''