Claudia

"Yeah, I'll be there. You don't have to worry. Yes, I promise that I won't be late. I've got to go. My cab will be coming up the road any moment now." I closed my phone, putting it back in my bag. "Where are those papers?" I muttered, shuffling through my bag. I could have sworn that I put them in here! I sighed in relief when I found them. I put them in the front pocket so I wouldn't have to search for them again. I stood, and looked down the street for the yellow vehicle. My eyes rested upon a boy across the street.

Our eyes locked. Even from this distance, I could tell that his eyes were watering. Being a mother, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I almost walked over to him, just to see what was wrong. I thought he would look away, but he didn't. I swear, I've seen this boy somewhere before. I found myself taking a step onto the curb. Maybe, if I find out this boy's name, I'll know where I've seen him before. Before I could take another step, I heard the horn of a car. I broke the stare with the boy across the street, and saw my yellow cab. I turned and got into the backseat of the cab. "Take me to this address," I told the driver, handing him a sheet of paper.

"You got it." he nodded as the car started forward. I couldn't help but look out the window, at the boy. He still hadn't moved, almost as if he was frozen. Relax Claudia, I told myself. What did you think? That it would be him? I wiped the tear that started to form from my eye. He died. Years ago. That boy couldn't possibly be him.

Stiles

She locked eyes with me and I didn't dare look away. Could it be? Is it really her? Is it really mom? She started to walk towards me, and my heart beat grew faster. She recognizes me. She knows. She knows that I'm here. I held my breath, waiting. But a yellow cab pulled up. She broke our stare, and got into the back of the yellow vehicle. I saw her look out the window at me. Still, I didn't look away. Our eyes were locked until the cab turned and disappeared around the corner.

"You're late too?" I jumped at the sound of someone else's voice. I turned around, Malia stood there. "Hey, are you alright?" she frowned.

"Yeah." I nodded, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. "I'm fine."

"Well, it's great to see that I'm not the only one that they're waiting for." she smiled. "Scott will be won't be as pissed off if the two of us show up together." We started walking down the street. I could make out everyone standing there. Scott, Kira, Isaac, Cora, Derek, Lydia, Aiden, Ethan and Danny.

"Now I see why you are late," Isaac grinned when we crossed the street and made our way over to them.

"Jealous?" Malia laughed, pulling me closer to her and kissing my cheek. I laughed when Isaac's face turned red. This is what I like. All of us together, having a great time.

"So, are we going to go bowling or just stand here like a bunch of idiots?" I asked them.

"I don't know," Cora started. "Standing out here like a bunch of idiots sounds a lot more fun than knocking over a bunch of pins with a ball,"

"Let's go," Scott grinned. He talked to the front desk while we all switched our shoes. Scott walked back over to us. "We'll have two teams playing against each other. Should we do it randomly, or actually choose our teams ourselves?"

"Let's choose ourselves," Isaac said. "Make it more if if we level out the teams."

"Okay, Derek. Choose someone for your team." Scott told him.

"Lydia." he smiled. I watched the strawberry-blonde walk over to where Derek stood. Lydia's an amazing bowler. If Scott doesn't choose someone equally as good, his team will lose for sure.

"Okay then, I choose Stiles."

"Seriously?" I muttered, walking over to him. "You just doomed us." He pretended not to hear.

"Okay then," Derek shrugged. "I choose Aiden." Aiden grinned, walking over to Lydia.

"Fine." Scott sighed. "I choose Malia."

"What is Scott doing?" Malia asked me. "No offense to you, but he's choosing the horrible players. Doesn't he know that I was a coyote for half of my life and have never gone bowling before?" she scoffed.

"Then I choose Isaac." Derek shrugged. The curly-haired blonde walked over to Derek and stood on the other side of him.

"Kira." Scott said. Kira smiled, walking over to our side.

"Danny." Derek finished. That leaves us with Ethan.

"Alright," Scott grinned. "We have our teams." He wrote our names down on a piece of paper and handed them to front desk. Malia came and sat down next to me.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked quietly. No matter how quiet she was, the werewolves would hear her. I wouldn't be surprised if one or two of them were listening in right now.

"Yeah," I lied. "I think I just need to talk to Scott," I sighed, standing. I looked over at Scott. He was smiling, and laughing with Kira. I can't do this. I can't tell him. He'll think I'm seeing things again. Think I'm hallucinating. For the first time since Allison's passing, he's happy. We all are. I can't ruin that. "Actually," I said slowly, sitting back down. "I don't. It's nothing."

"You guys ready to bowl?" the man at the front desk asked us.

"Hell yeah!" Aiden grinned. We followed the man to our lanes. I sat down next to Malia.

"Here we go." Malia muttered. I'll just try and forget about that woman earlier. That couldn't possibly have been my mom. My mom died. People can't come back from the dead, can they?

So, what do you think? You might see a little bit of Stalia, but the story will be primarily focused on Stiles and Claudia.