p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;"Scott POVbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /When I look into the basement, Liam and Hayden are sleeping, holding hands. I sigh. This day has been way too much to handle. First Hayden, then Stiles, then Liam, this pack is falling apart, I'm falling apart, and I have no idea how to save it. I feel a hand on my shoulder, I look to Lydia smiling at Liam and Hayden. What would we do without Lydia? She is practically the glue that holds us together, I should be the glue, but she's does a much better job at I than me. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"You need to talk to Styles." She whispers, trying not to wake them. I sigh. I know she's right, but what would I say to him? I shouldn't have said the things I did, he is my best friend, I should have let him explain. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"What do you think I should say?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Say you're sorry, that you didn't mean it, unless you did, then don't."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I didn't mean it." I turn around to look at her. Does she think I meant it? Or was it just some advice? As I am lost in my thoughts, Stiles and Malia come in, holding each other by the waist. Lydia looks away. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"We're going to take off, it's been a big night." Stiles says before he and Malia turns to leave. Lydia looks at I me, I know that I have to say something, it's now or never. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Hey Stiles, wait," He turns to face me and breaks apart from Malia. "Can I talk to you?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Really, now Scott?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Please, it's important."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Okay," he faces Malia, "I'll see you at my house soon okay" then they kiss goodbye and Malia leaves. We step outside so Lydia can stay with Liam and Hayden. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Before I even think, I just let words fall out of my mouth. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Remember that time that we were at the weird motel and me, Isaac and Boyd were acting weird and doing things to harm ourselves?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I vaguely recall one of the most terrifying nights if my life, yes."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"And remember when I was soaking in gasoline, and about to drop the flame, but you stopped me? You said that you needed me, that I was your brother. Well Stiles, I need you, you're my best friend, you're my brother. I want to hear the story from you, not Theo, from you."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /He then processed to tell me the story. He cries, I cry, but I don't care. I finally understand. I don't know why Theo lied to me, maybe to get closer to me, but that doesn't matter right now, what matters is that he's ok, and that's we're okay./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;"Stiles POVbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I am so ready to go home. I am so emotionally drained from this day, I feel I just need to sleep for 5 days straight to recuperate. As I drive into my driveway, I see Malia, waiting outside in the cold. I run to her. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Hey are you alright? it's freezing out here, we should go inside, get you some-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I think we need to breakup" this took me by surprise, even though I should have probably seen it coming after she almost witnessed me and Lydia kiss, it still took me off guard. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Why?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"You're still in love with her, Stiles and you know it. You always have been. I smell it on you every time she walks into a room, and those feelings will never go away." She moves closer to me, "I love you Stiles, but you will never love me like you love her-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"but I do! I love you Malia. Please believe when I say that." br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I want to, but I've known ever since I met you that you love her. I should her let you go before, but I thought maybe those feelings would go away, but after tonight I know they will never truly go. I want to be with you, but you need to be with her, you two are meant for each other."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Malia.."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Stiles, I'm sorry but this I the right thing to do."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Please tell me we can still be friends." I stoke a piece of hair out of her eyes. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Of course." We exchange weak smiles, then give hug goodbye. As I am watching her drive out of my driveway, I can't help but feel sad about the end to our relationship. I go inside and lay on my bed. So many thoughts are running through my mind that it just automatically drifts away into a very deep sleep./p