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Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scalison and Stalia

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Chapter Fifteen: You Make My Birthday a Happy One

They met in Allison's house to talk about what happened. Well, their alpha problem even if Stiles was dying to tell them that he and Malia kissed and not say a thing at all. He still felt different about it...weird. He didn't know what to do about it. So he decided to talk about something else.

'Besides...,' he stood up from Allison's desk chair, 'that's not the only thing which is coming close, right?' asked Stiles pointing at Allison and then at Scott at the same time.

Malia raised her hand, 'Your chemistry test.'

'Oh man, seriously?' asked Scott looking annoyed, 'Gosh, Harris will torture me.'

Stiles rolled his eyes, 'No, the other thing.'

Allison raised her brows, 'The formal?'

'No, I mean yes, but this has nothing to do with all those things, okay?' he asked and looked at each of his friends, 'It's Allie's birthday?'

Allison rolled her eyes before she made a farting noise and fell backwards on the bed, 'How about we don't do that this year?'

'What celebrate your birthday?' asked Scott, and she nodded, 'Yes. It's really annoying to be so much older than the rest of you.'

'So much older, my ass,' said Stiles pointing at her, 'You're like eleven months older that's not much. It's three hundred and three days.'

Allison made a face at him, 'You counted it?'

'My point is. It's your birthday and it's the first birthday Malia is here with us so can we please go on with our little traditions for her sake,' said Stiles sounding actually touching.

Allison turned to Malia who was lying on her bed with her head resting on her palms, 'I've like to see the rituals.'

The brunette let out an annoyed sigh before she turned to Stiles and accusingly pointed at him, 'I know this is your doing. It better not come bite me in the ass.'

'Please whenever did our plans...'

'EVERY YEAR, STILES!' shouted both Allison and Stiles.

'Well...,' said Stiles as he started to come up with an excuse only to realize he had none, 'This year will be different.'

Scott shook his head and lied down accidentally lying down on Malia's back. Neither of them minded though.

This year is already pretty different. He thought to himself as he looked at Allison. His mind drifted to everything they have been though. He was bitten. He made first line and got sort of popular. He was hunted by the alpha which wanted to hurt people close to him. They found Malia. He attacked Allison...

Yeah, a lot of things happened.

'Your heart's beating faster,' mumbled Malia under him.

He looked over at her and she had her perfectly shaped eyebrow raised at him. He smiled at her and sat up, 'Okay...so what are we planning this year?

Days passed and before they knew it was Friday. Nothing supernatural happened lately, but Scott couldn't help feeling it was just stupid silence before the storm. They went to school and were normal teens for a while. He was on his way to the classroom. He was a bit late since his mom asked him to drive her.

The coach waved at Scott from across the hall. He already had a feeling it would be bad based on how coach was nervous. He was really good in picking up people's emotions lately even people who weren't that close to him. Coach being nervous was not a good sign.

'Hi, coach.'

'Hey Scott. Look some of your teachers came to me to talk about your grades. You didn't do so well on a few tests.'

Scott sighed and nodded, 'Yeah, I know, coach. I'll study harder this weekend. I will make it better. I promise.'

Coach nodded, 'Okay, you know it's not just for me, Scott. I mean you can't be on the team if you're failing classes, but...apart from that...what I'm trying to say it's for you, Scott. It's for you too. You got to think about your future. If you're not a school person then you can be a sports person. Lacrosse can help you get a scholarship and good school, but you have to be on the team to make that, you understand?'

Scott nodded, 'I get it coach. I'll make it work.'

'Good, it's easy to focus on the moment when you are a teen, but don't forgot to think about the future a bit too, okay?'

Scott nodded, and the coach patted him on the shoulder before he walked away. Scott turned around only to find Jackson looking at him. The boy didn't say anything to mock him and just walked away which was sort of out of character for him. Scott frowned, but the boy just smirked at him and walked away.

He rolled his eyes and instead went to put his books into his locker thinking that coach was actually pretty good guy even if he was screaming and making them do suicide runs if he was pissed.

Scott went to his locker and started to put down books. He couldn't stop thinking about the failed couple of tests. He really needed to study during the weekend. Suddenly he sensed someone's pain close to him. Pain and sadness were the worst emotions. There was a distinguishing small to every emotion, but these two were just somehow the worst for Scott. Derek was sad a lot. Angry too, but mostly sad. So was Stiles sometimes and Malia when they thought about their parents. It made his heart ache for them. This time it was neither of them who was feeling sad or in pain. It was someone else.

He looked over at the boy who had the lockers two lockers away from his. He was tall. Taller than him and even than Stiles. He was leaning against his locker with his head almost inside it.

Scott closed his locker, 'Hey, Isaac?'

The boy looked over him like he just remembered where he was, 'Uh, yeah?'

'Are you okay?' he asked looking at Isaac worried. The boy shrugged his shoulder and nodded, 'Yeah, totally fine.'

Scott knew it was a lie, but he wasn't really sure what he could do about it.

'Okay.'

Isaac turned around to leave, but Scott continued, 'How's your chemistry?'

The boy slowly turned back to him with his brows raised while Scott tried to get over the embarrassment of what he just said.

'I mean how are your chemistry tests so far?'

The boy made a grimace, 'Not great, Harris is a pain in the ass.'

'More like a tyrant. I'm pretty sure he only became a teacher to torture us.'

'Yeah...maybe if you feel like studying me and Stiles and Allison will do it this weekend. So if you want to join...? Their grades are really great.'

Isaac eyed him suspiciously, 'Is this some sort of prank?'

'Trust me the pranks is on me that I have a genius and honour student as best friends and I'm close to failing chemistry and maybe math.'

Isaac smiled a bit, 'Okay, I believe you. You're not a douche like Jackson and the rest of the popular jocks.'

Scott made a face, 'I'm not a jock, and if I am then so are you. You're on the team too.'

Isaac rolled his eyes, 'Yeah, I sit on the same bench all game so definitely not a jock.'

Scott shook his head, 'Okay, well. Just think about it, the study seasons, okay?'

The boy pulled his bag over his shoulder and Scott noticed how he flinched for a bit but nodded quickly.

They parted, but it still made Scott feel good about himself even if he was worried about the boy. He thought about Isaac's feelings, pain and sadness. He knew he only lived with his dad, but his sadness was different than Stiles and Malia's. Something was wrong with him, and he couldn't help but want to help him. He felt almost obligated to try to get him to maybe talk about it? He realized that he never saw Isaac really hanging out with anyone in school. He never paid any attention to it, he was a loser too with only two friends, but some people were even lonelier. Some people were actually hurting. Maybe he could help a bit.

Scott frowned as he remembered Isaac calling him a jock.

It was an insult in his mind. Most of the jocks in his school were like Jackson so...

He should probably do something about it too.

'Hi,' called Allison as she caught up to him, 'You look intense. Something's wrong?' she asked curious.

Scott shook his head before he admitted, 'Do I seem like a jock to you?'

'Jock? You? No,' she laughed amused by the idea. 'You're like a cute puppy.'

'Okay, how about to other people?' he asked and Allison actually thought about it, 'Well, you're pretty popular now. You play the first line. You sort of hang out with Jackson and Lydia a few times. You got invited to her party personally and you sort of had a thing with...uh, Tracy so a little bit jockie? I mean not full jock but a bit of a jock?'

Scott cursed.

Allison sighed, 'Okay, calm down. You're not an asshole jock...just a jock.'

'I don't want to be a jock that's... Whenever I hear that word I think of Jackson. I never want to be put in the same box as Jackson.'

She linked her arm through his, 'Scott, you're nothing like that jackass. So you can be calm. You can be a jock but not a jackass, and you're not even a real jock. You're not that popular.'

Scott looked at her and chuckled, 'Thanks, Allison. You're a real pal.'

She nodded satisfied and they walked to their next class.

'Okay, I seriously cannot believe how many suicide thoughts and eating disorders Matthews had to deal with,' said Braeden as she and Derek were going through the files they stole from school in his motel room.

'I doubt we will find anything useful here. It could have been anyone who confided in him. A stranger in the bus, or in a bar.'

'Matthews didn't take buses and he was a recovered alcoholic of twelve years,' said the woman quickly before she smirked at him, 'So he didn't do bars either.'

Derek almost rolled his eyes at her, 'This is pointless.'

He put another file away and stood up walking to the window. His eyes hurt from all the reading, 'I'll be right back. Want something?'

'M and Ms.'

'Of course,' he mumbled to himself but actually smiled as he walked outside. His walk to the vending machine was slow. He liked that he could stretch his legs. It felt like they had been locked up in small motel room for ages. It seriously pushed the boundaries between the two as well. He thought about what Scott asked him before.

He tried to remember the week of the fire, but it was like someone wiped those days from existence in his mind. He remembered his uncle's birthday party from the week before the fire. He remembered how happy Cora was about a new doll. He remembered how he sneaked out earlier to be with Kate that day. She kissed him and fucked him against the bed in a motel room very similar to the one he was in now. He remembered how he got back home later than he should and how he tried to snuck back in only to be almost caught.

He stopped by the vending machine and pressed the button for the M and Ms after he threw in some coins.

He watched as the machine slowly started to move. He got caught a few times before so he knew he would be in trouble. He was so clumsy back then. He stepped on the wooden bar which was cracked making even more noise than before. Yet, they didn't catch him that night even if they were awake. He could hear them talking in their bedroom.

The machine was still making the noise. It was almost hypnotising him a bit. He could picture it. Him walking up the stairs to his room, his parents' door closed, yet he could hear their hushed voices.

Did you handle it?

Yes, for now. I spoke with her. She's just child. She doesn't know anything. I will come weekly for sessions. I will teach her as much as possible. Help her with fear and anger.

She's so young. How can she be already shifting?

She's different. Werecoyotes give away half of their powers to their children.

The memory ended with that as he got to his room and started to get dress for bed thinking about Kate and forgetting all about his parents' conversation.

He looked down and the snack the vending machine. They were talking about Malia. His parents knew about Malia.

He took the snack and returned to the room.

It wouldn't matter who you would ask. Scott McCall was not a fan of math. He just didn't have the brains for it. He knew it since he was a kid. He always had trouble getting the hang of it mostly just surviving thanks to Stiles and Allison's help. They usually had study sessions to help him out more than a bit.

As he was in his class looking at his last math exam, he knew for sure he needed another one, 'Damn.'

He turned around to shot Stiles a look as the boy made a grimace at his result.

'Thanks for the support, man.'

'Come on, we'll study a few nights and you will be...well better.'

Scott sighed before he felt Allison touch his arm, 'Come on, we'll figure this out, yes?'

The boy sighed and smiled at her and then at Stiles while the boy with the buzz cut grinned at them. Neither of them noticed someone in the classroom was looking at them. The person had been watching them for quite some time now.

'Anyway, I have an idea about your birthday.'

'Hush,' whispered Allison and Lydia slightly turned closer to her seat to hear better.

'Don't talk to so loud. You know I hate when people make a big deal out of it. Besides we can study on Friday after school.'

'Really study on Friday? Jeez.'

They walked out of the classroom after class. Lydia was walking behind them typing with someone on her phone.

'It's cool. We'll just meet tonight for a group study and you know get your grades up. No problem man,' said Stiles putting his hands on Scott's shoulders, 'So we got you covered.'

Lydia smirked at that and sent the message before she walked in front of them.

Suddenly everyone heard all around them phones going off with messages.

Scott blinked confused, 'Uh.'

He heard people talking and cheering about some party.

'Uh, what's going on?' asked Allison confused just as she and Stiles started to turn around.

'Happy Birthday, Allison,' said someone suddenly.

'Yeah, happy birthday,' said another guy. Suddenly Lydia started the sing the happy birthday song and everyone joined her singing to really confused and embarrassed Allison tried to hide behind Stiles. They all laughed at the end of the song.

'Can't wait for the party Allison.'

'What party?' she called and Lydia walked toward her, 'I'm hosting your birthday party of course. People need a party and your birthday sounds like a perfect opportunity.'

Allison started to argue with her about why she was not taking her birthday as some reason for partying.

Scott and Stiles shared a look watching the two girls argue.

Malia was walking around the neighbour. She promised she wouldn't, but she was just so bored in the house all day. It had been a week and she just had enough of looking at the walls. She went outside for a bit.

It was a nice sunny day. It good to be outside. Warm, and fresh.

'Oh, hi there, Malia, right?' asked someone, and she turned around it was the man with the baby boy from before.

'Hi, Peter, baby Eric's dad, right?' she asked and the man flashed her a charming smile, 'That's me. So I haven't seen you in a while? How have you've been?'

Derek returned to the room and threw Braeden her snack.

'Thank you.'

She opened it and took a few before she noticed the look on his face, 'You okay?'

Derek shook his head. He told her about what he remembered his parents talking.

'I have been talking to Scott, and it got me to think about that week...or better yet try to remember anything about that week. I cannot seem to get pass my uncle's party on Saturday. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and finally Wednesday, Thursday, Friday are all blank. Saturday and Chris Argent told me and Laura to leave town is the first day I actually remember,' he said and sat down on the bed.

Braeden moved some open files away, 'You're trying to remember if maybe you heard or saw something which would help?'

'If it really was a kid from my school which told Matthews about the fire, they might have somehow tipped themselves off,' he brushed his forehead with the back of his palm.

She watched him closely nodding, 'Yeah, it makes sense.'

He sighed, 'It's...I don't know. I just can't help it. I go over everything, but there is nothing there. Not just the memories, but Kate? I slept with her...I loved her and yet she managed to plot the murder of my family. She looked me in the eyes...she...,' he shook his head trying not to break down in front of her.

Braeden watched him struggling for a moment sensing how broken he was about still. She kneeled on the bed and moved closer to him. She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his back. Her face pressed against the back of his neck. He didn't move. He let her hold him.

'It's not your fault...It's not your fault that you didn't see it coming, Derek. You were a kid. She was the adult. She was the one who orchestrated it all. She was the one who did all those things. It's not on you, Derek. It's really not, and I know it's hard because sometimes that pain is all we have left, but you need to let go of it. You need to accept that you are not the guilty one. You are the victim too. One day you will be able to let it go...just keep yourself open to that,' she mumbled against him. He brought his hand up and took her hand in his letting her hold him for a little bit. It was nice to be held for a while and to hear those things. He knew deep down that if someday he would be able to forgive himself, she would be a part of the reason why.

'She's hosting my birthday party, can you believe it?' asked Allison as she smashed her lunch at the table, 'She even had to nerve to tell me that she will have it even if I don't show up like what the actually fu-'

'Hey, hey, hey, come one, Allison. We'll figure it out, okay?' asked Stiles and the girl groaned, 'This will be the worst birthday ever. Worse than getting puke by you after-'

'Aaaa,' cut her off Stiles, 'You promised not to talk about that, remember? You swore secrecy. And yeah, this is a pretty dick move, but think about it. It might be fun, and it will totally be a different experience to have an actual birthday party with party people.'

Allison rolled her eyes and started violently attacking her food scaring both boys, 'That's such BS. I never wanted a party. I like the birthdays with just the three of us and our parents and now Malia. This...?' she asked pointed at the cafeteria full of the people who would come to the party, 'Is not what I want.'

She sighed, 'Why is she doing this?'

Scott looked over at Stiles, 'Guess, no study group tonight.'

'Okay, no problem. We have Saturday and Sunday to make it up,' assured him Stiles.

'Cool, so what are we wearing to this party?' asked Scott teasing.

Allison almost threw a fork at him.

Braeden stopped Derek suddenly as they were walking to the hospital room, 'You're sure about this?'

'Yes, I need to get it out. Just once admit it to someone who was there,' he told her. She looked into his eyes and saw the sadness and determination so she nodded and went to sit on the bench.

He didn't knock on the door, he just walked in. It was night so the person he came to see was already in the bed. He walked to it and sat down on the chair which was near. Peter had been in a non-responsive state for nearly six years now. His face was still so badly burnt.

'Hi, uncle Peter,' he mumbled. He realized how stupid he sounded and shook his head coughing a bit, 'I haven't been here for a while. I'm sorry about that. Something has been happening lately. Someone is getting revenge on what happened that day. Someone is finding and killing of people responsible. It's not a completely bad thing, but there is also a few teens involved, and they're just kids and that's not right. If someone...if someone should be to blame...it's me.'

He looked at the sleeping body on the bed, 'I messed up, Peter. I messed up big...I...I was a kid and I thought I was in love...she was just using me. Playing me like she always did everyone. I was seeing Kate Argent...and she used to find information about us. About when were in the house...security...stuff like that.'

If it was possible, it was like Derek's heart as breaking all over again just talking about it, 'Then she used all those things got some guys and burnt the house down. She killed everyone, Peter. She just...killed everyone. Just like,' he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I...I think about it every day...if I could. I would take it back. I would take it all back. I would find a way to take it all back...I would-I would freaking kill her before she would have the chance to do something. I swear I would. I would save you all...'

'What I'm trying to say...is I'm sorry, Peter. It was my fault, and I understand if you will never forgive me. No one should forgive me...ever. I don't deserve it...but I swear I will do something. I will...do something to make it right. With the kids...with the two people left responsible for it. Yeah, I will do something...I promise.'

The four teens walked into Lydia's house full of people dancing, talking and drinking. It was a bit of a mess with how everyone was dancing and partying. They looked like they were having fun. It looked like everyone was having fun but the four newcomers.

Malia frowned at how loud was the music. With her werecoyote senses it almost hurt her ears.

'Hey, it's the birthday girl!' shouted someone and Allison rolled her eyes annoyed. She was tempted to turn around and leave the party all together, but Lydia suddenly appeared and took her and Malia away before anyone could say something.

Scott shook his head, 'She's up to something.'

Stiles shrugged his shoulders, 'Maybe she wants to be friends with Allison and Malia?'

'I'm not buying it,' said Scott looking around the room until his eyes landed on Jackson.

'I just feel like this is a setup.'

Stiles frowned, 'Like Lydia would do something to Allison?'

Scott nodded, but Stiles shook his head, 'No, way. She's...she wouldn't.'

They shared a look and both rushed to find them. Setup or not it definitely didn't feel right for the all three to be together.

'Hey, enjoying the party?' asked Lydia as she led them into one of the room on upstairs.

Allison crossed her arms guarded, 'We just got here.'

'It's okay to be fashionably late,' replied Lydia before she eyed their outsides, 'Hm, you could have picked something nicer for your birthday party. You know.'

Allison frowned at her.

'No thanks, we're good.'

Lydia raised her brows but nodded, 'Okay, suit yourself. Drink?'

They shook their head.

'Okay, well, now Malia, I would like to talk to you. Allison?' she looked at the girl, 'You too actually.'

Both girls shared a look as the strawberry blonde smiled and nodded to herself, 'Okay, great. Let's get right to it.'

'Yo, McCall,' called one of the lacrosse player, 'Come over here, man.'

He turned around to Stiles who pointed at the stairs and left.

Scott followed his teammate, Marcus to the rest of the team, 'Take a beer.'

He shook his head, 'No thanks, I'm driving tonight.'

'Boo,' said Marcus and another teammate, 'So what's up?'

Both girls walked up the room really confused, 'That was weird.'

'Yeah, for sure,' agreed Malia before she looked around, 'I need to pee.'

'Third door on the right,' Allison nodded to the door and Malia quickly rushed over there. Allison watched her for a moment before she looked around. There were so many people. People from school, but they didn't matter. They were just people from school. They weren't friends. They were people who often gossiped and thought the worst of her. These weren't people she wanted to spend her birthday with. She really hoped it was worth it for Stiles. She seriously didn't want to be there with those people, and by the looks of it they didn't care if it was her birthday. They just wanted something to party for. She didn't understand Lydia. She didn't understand her one bit. She would have been happier if she ignored or hated her like before. This was just too confusing for Allison, and she didn't like it. She sensed a backstabbing trick. She just didn't know what kind.

'Hey, birthday girl,' she heard and rolled her eyes again as she looked over at Matt who smiled at her, 'Sorry. It's kind of funny.'

'That's great. I'm amusing people around me.'

He shrugged his shoulders, 'So how's it going? I haven't really seen you around lately.'

Allison made a grimace. Ups and downs with a murdering alpha on the loose and sort of feeling strange unfamiliar feelings for your best friend?

'Oh you know the usual.'

'Hey do you want to talk for a bit?'

'Uh, sure.'

Derek and Braeden walked out of the hospital. She looked over at him worried, 'How do you feel? Better? Do you feel okay?'

Derek looked over at her. She usually didn't ask him that. She didn't show what she felt or that she was worried about people. She didn't let people close, neither did he. But they let each other close enough. Maybe it was enough.

'No,' he said and put his hand into her hair.

It didn't surprise her when he leaned down and kiss her. It was a long overdue kiss. She was kissed many times in her life. She was troubled. She often kissed a stranger or two on a lonely night. Yet, this kiss was different. This one kiss was the kind that erased all those previous kisses. This kiss was the kind which made her feel like she was never kissed before. It wasn't that Derek was that good of a kisser, okay, sure he was good but he wasn't the best kisser in the world. It was because it was him, and she cared for him more than she allowed her heart to admit to her head. He kissed her slowly, like he was taking his time. Like he knew they had all the time in the world. It was slow and observing. It was a kiss which people saw coming from a mile ago, and when it finally did it was everything it should have been. Everything, every first kiss with someone you care for should have been. It was like an invisible hand reached into her soul and touched her in places she never thought she had opened for the outside world. It was the same for him as well. It was like his world always had one piece missing and he always tried to fill it with anger, grief or guilt, but it always stayed empty, but the moment... oh God, the moment his lips touched her it was like his whole universe snapped back to focus.

His fingers softly stroke her hair while she let her hands go to his back to pull him closer while they stayed in liplock outside of his uncle's hospital.

She let out a shaky breath when he broke the kiss and stepped away from her, 'But having you here is close enough.'

'Huh?' she asked still a bit confused from the kiss before she remembered the question, 'Yeah, right.'

He chuckled looking all smug as he walked to the car. She swallowed hard before she ran after him. He took the door handle when she caught up to him and spun him around pulling him to her for another kiss. This one didn't have to be an earth shattering perfect first kiss. It was not the first one. She let her hand gripped the back of his head as she kissed him consuming him with the kiss and making sure she completely threw him off guard.

When she stepped away she brushed her lips smirking at how he was pressed completely against the side of the car with his hands spread a bit as he didn't even have time to process what happen. She nodded to herself, 'Don't play that game with me, Derek Hale. You'll lose.'

She skipped to the other side of the car while Derek's hold of himself returned to him. He looked at the woman in his car before he smirked at himself and got inside. This would be a long night.

Malia walked out of the bathroom. The music was still too loud and there was still too many people. She didn't like crowds. She felt weird surrounded by people who were not Allison, Scott and Stiles. She noticed how people sometimes looked at her when she did something weird like opened a box of cereals right in the store because she couldn't decide what flavour she liked and she forgot that she couldn't do that. Or how people eyed her oddly when she said something weird out loud about how something tasted like raw meat or how she completely carelessly she just walked around. She often didn't do anything with her hair looking like a cave woman.

'Hey, want a beer?' asked someone by her side. She turned toward the boy only to realize it was Jackson. She remembered him from kindergarten and first grade. She remembered him being mean to kids from time to time. Laughing at them even if he was the one who was the biggest scary cat. She remembered seeing him always telling on them when they were doing something fun. He used to be so annoying as a kid.

She turned around. He was still annoying.

'Okay, you're driving or something?' he asked and there was just something about Jackson which made it impossible for people to ignore him.

She sighed, 'No. I don't have license.'

'Why not? You're fifteen?' asked Jackson confused.

Malia sighed before she crossed her arms, 'No, I just don't have one yet.'

'Have you driven before?' asked Jackson crossing his arms mimicking her position. She raised her brows. He smirked at her, 'Well, want to try it?'

'Driving? With you?' asked Malia disbelieved, 'No, thanks.'

She walked passed him down the hallway and to the stairs. She looked around for anyone familiar until she found Stiles. She was relieved and waved at him, but then she noticed Lydia walked up to him and she quickly lowered her arm. Stiles looked surprised but then he smiled in a way Malia knew meant he was really happy.

She stood still, she didn't want him to notice her for some reason. She watched as Lydia flipped her perfect hair and smiled at something he said. Malia didn't know why, but she just felt like time froze. Like everyone disappeared and Stiles and Lydia were the only two people there. Talking and laughing. She couldn't hear what they were saying because of the music even with her were-hearing.

She felt something she couldn't explain happen inside her. Something weird and unfamiliar. She felt like someone ripped something inside her like a paper. Something happened inside her and she didn't know what to do about it. She was so focused on the two she failed to notice Jackson leaning against her shoulder like a snake, 'You sure you don't want to go for a ride?'

Malia didn't know why but she nodded and let herself by led by Jackson outside.

Stiles smiled at Lydia, 'So what where you and my girls talking about?'

'Oh, your girls?'

'Duh, we're best friends.'

'Okay, well, I asked them to help me with the Winter Formal preparations.'

Stiles blinked, 'Our Winter Formal? Why? Malia doesn't even go to our school.'

'But you're obviously taking her, right?' asked Lydia putting her hands on her waist, 'So she can help?'

Stiles crossed his arms looking at her suspicious, 'Don't you like a have an army of minions for that? Kim and the rest of the gang?'

Something flashed across Lydia's face, but she quickly brushed her face and smiled, 'Well, a pair of extra hands never hurts.'

Stiles made a grimace, 'Is this a power play? It totally feels like a power play.'

'And what if it is? It's good to let the little people know who's in charge.'

Stiles shook his head, 'Okay, but I doubt they will agree.'

'They already did. I'm hard to say no to.'

'Of course you are...uh listen I've been meaning to ask you about how are you...after Tracy?' he asked carefully making sure no one heard them.

Lydia's face suddenly changed completely. For a brief moment she let Stiles see how sad she really was before she brushed it off, 'I still miss her...but it's okay now. I...I had nightmares afterwards, but the past couple of days had been okay, so I think I'm fine.'

Stiles nodded, 'Yeah.'

Lydia nodded as well, 'So how are you? Malia is around again.'

Stiles blinked, 'Uh, yeah, we're all friends. She's cool.'

Lydia hummed before she looked around, 'Are you drinking?' she asked.

'Yeah, Scott's driving so yeah.' They figured Scott could drive since he couldn't get drunk anyway.

Lydia smirked at him. Gosh, she was so pretty tonight in a nice blue dress. She looked really great and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was like the centre of the room, the world, the universe. He wondered if this was how people looked at people they loved. If this was the reason some people could tell someone was in love with someone. Because they looked at that person the way he did now, feeling the way he did now. He started at her and he couldn't look away.

She looked down and took his hand, 'Come on, let's get you that beer.'

Stiles swallowed hard and let her lead him through the crowd.

Jackson never let Lydia drive his car. He was too afraid. Not that she was bad at driving, but he was worried she would get pissed and do something to it. It was too much pressure for him at times with her.

The reason why he now let Malia a total stranger behind drive his car when she didn't even know how to drive was because he was quite boozed, and he liked the idea of messing with Scott's friends.

He instructed the girl what to do and so far they carefully started the car and got to the end of the street super slowly with Jackson holding the wheel with one hand helping Malia. It was almost ridiculous, but it was actually a bit fun with how determinate she looked and serious. He almost wasn't afraid about his car.

'Seriously you can speed up a bit?'

'No, I want this to be the safest ride possible,' she said, 'If we crash you could die.'

Jackson shook his head as they stopped at the end of the street and he stopped the engine.

She chuckled, 'That was fun.'

Jackson nodded, 'Yeah, it kind of was even when we were going like as fast as a turtle does it was fun.'

She shoved him a bit, 'It wasn't that slow,' she made a grimace, 'You smell like beer.'

'That's cause I had beer, princess.'

She frowned at the nickname. She didn't like them. The only one she wanted to have is M and he was not allowed to ask her that.

'What's up with you anyway?' she couldn't help but ask.

He turned toward her.

'You just always...' she tried to find the right words not to sound weird. She was a girl in front of him, not a werecoyote, 'seem like your jealous, and I can't help but wonder why.'

'Jealous me? Of what? Who?' he asked mocking.

'Scott,' said Malia calmly. She wasn't faced or scared by his anger, 'Why him?'

Jackson shook his head putting on an ugly grimace, 'I have no idea what are you talking about, okay? I'm not jealous because I have it all, and even if I was it would definitely not be about Scott McCall.'

'Lie,' she said before she could stop herself, 'You're lying.'

'I'm not! Get out of my head!' he snapped at her. She felt herself growing upset as well. She took a deep breath. He was human she was a werecoyote she couldn't hurt him. He was fragile.

While she was calming herself down so was he so he took a deep breath and asked, 'Why would I be lying?'

'You tell me,' said replied.

Jackson shook his head, 'Why would I be jealous of Scott? Why? Why would I be jealous of a kid who came into the kindergarten and got everyone to like him? Or a guy who instantly turned into a lacrosse god over night? I trained for years and...'

He looked away, 'Whatever.'

Malia watched him for a moment, 'It's weird some people are just better in things, right?'

He looked at her, 'Like some people are really great in things, and then someone always comes along and is better.'

'It's not that,' he frowned, 'I get that...the previous lacrosse captain was good...I'm better. It's the fact that Scott sucked one night and then got like totally great overnight,' said Jackson and shook his head, 'It's not right. You work hard and you're good. School, girls, sport all that...McCall he got it just like that,' he snapped his fingers.

Malia listened to the angry boy. He was most likely telling her this cause he was a bit drunk, but she understood him a bit. He had a point. Scott got bitten, and he got an unfair advantage none of the other boys on the team had. She never realized how unfair it actually was. He had reflexes and moves. None of the boys could compete. That also go him popularity. It was a bit unfair, but it didn't feel like that before. He was her friend and he worked hard. Stiles told her how much he practised before. He told her how much Scott he wanted it and how it was like a dream come true. It wasn't unfair to Scott to want something and get it like from wishing under the stars. But it was unfair to all the other boys who had to work hard and didn't get it. Was Scott a better person than them to deserve it? He was her friend, but that just mean she thought he deserve it...the others wouldn't think so.

Allison rushed out of one of the room nearly crashing into Scott, 'Hey, it's impossible to find anyone. How come our school has so many people who wanted to celebrate your birthday?'

'I think it was the free booze,' she said shaking a little bit and looking around.

Scott blinked, 'What's wrong? You okay?'

She brushed her arms, 'Yeah, I...yeah.'

Scott frowned, 'What's wrong? Something happened? I can tell...without the werewolf senses.'

Allison looked around before she looked at him, 'I just...someone was weird toward me. Like really weird and it freaked me out.'

Scott stepped closer, 'Who?'

'I said someone because I don't want your werewolf rage get the better of you, okay? Don't cause trouble.'

Scott sighed upset but nodded, 'Okay. Whatever you want but...next time you feel uncomfortable you call at me. I'll hear you and come running, okay?'

She nodded, 'Okay, but I don't need you. I can take care of myself, you know?'

He smiled, 'I do know, but you should also know I'm really protective of my friends.'

She smiled back at him, 'I know. Can't we ditch?' she asked looking around.

'I really don't care that much about this whatever of a party.'

Scott thought about it for a second, 'We could go somewhere just for a while. Somewhere quiet. I got something for you to cheer you up.'

Allison was intrigued by this, 'Okay.'

He smiled, 'Wait a few minutes and I will text you, okay?'

She chuckled at how excited he looked and watched as he left to one of the bedrooms. She crossed her arms wondering what it was going to be. She caught something which looked like Matt's sweater and quickly ducked to the corner. It wasn't that he did something to her. He just made her feel seriously weird about all of it.

When her phone rang she looked at it and smiled before she went to bedroom Scott disappeared into. Scott was nowhere to be found, but she noticed the opened window. She slowly walked toward it. She peaked outside and then looked up, 'If I fall, I will break my neck and die.'

Scott looked down at her as he was sitting at the rooftop, 'Since you managed to sneak up from your room a few times so I doubt that.'

Allison smirked, 'But that was going down from the window, not up, and I'm pretty sure this window is higher.'

Scott rolled his eyes before he reached for her but she shook her head, 'Nope, I can do it, just make sure you got my back in case I'm falling.'

He smiled, 'I know you can, and I always have.'

Allison chuckled before she started to slowly climb up to the roof. She got up without much of a struggle. Scott knew she would. She was amazing even if she often didn't give herself the right credit. It was a very unsettling thought that his best friend could be a werewolf hunter, but she the truth was she would be perfect at it. He knew what she was capable of if she tried hard enough. She wasn't a damsel or a weakling. She was an incredibly strong woman.

Once she was up she looked around pulling her jacket tighter. It felt colder to be on the roof. Scott smiled and waved at her to come closer. Just because she was strong it doesn't mean he couldn't assist her.

She sat down in front of him and he put his hands around her holding her close to help her with the cold.

'Aren't you cold?' she asked quietly. The music wasn't so loud up on the roof.

'No, I think the warm comes with lycanthropy.'

She sighed and pressed the back of her head against his shoulder. It was nice to be held like that. It was nice to be held by Scott.

'Is today okay?' he asked and looked down on her, 'Even with Lydia hijacking your birthday for her own party?'

Allison made a grimace, 'Well, yeah. I have you guys here so it's awesome.'

He smiled and turned a bit kissing the top of her hair, 'Good. Seriously what is it with Lydia trying to get on our good side all of the sudden?'

'I don't know,' mumbled Allison, 'I don't like it, but I don't want to think about it right now. Maybe tomorrow?'

'Okay,' he mumbled back.

The both of them smiled at that.

He looked down at her, 'Happy Birthday, Allison Argent.'

She smiled, 'Thanks.'

She watched the night sky. Everything felt different right now. She didn't know why, but it, and yet she knew why. She knew why...she knew something was changing. She just couldn't admit it to herself. Not yet at least. Not in that moment at least.

Scott leaned closer to her, 'Your hair smells nice.'

Allison grimaced, 'Stalker much?'

'Never mind.'

They chuckled and she turned around a bit looking at him, 'Where's my present? I was promised a present.'

'No, you were promised a surprise.'

'Okay, where's my surprise?' asked the brunette.

Scott smirked and hugged her higher, 'In a bit. We're waiting for Malia and Stiles.'

Allison shook her head before she looked up again, 'I am getting a present though, right?'

'Of course, you're getting a present. What do you want a pony?'

'A unicorn.'

'Sure, Pinky is tall and has purplepink hair and tail.'

They laughed a bit.

'We're planning to give it to you tomorrow.'

Allison rolled her eyes, 'Okay.'

'Don't be a spoiled brat. Everyone is giving your birthday presents tomorrow.'

'Yeah, but...okay. I won't be one.'

'Good.'

He brushed her arms.

She bit the bottom of her lips, 'Did you meet anyone at the party?'

'Didn't have time to meet anyone since I'm here with you or I was looking for you guys, or I was with Stiles.'

Allison nodded, but Scott could feel she was anxious a bit, 'Uh, do you like feel different after Tracy? I mean you never really liked anyone not that we know of before and after Tracy well...'

She looked over at him.

Scott looked at her. For a moment he felt that dull pain from watching the alpha kill her, but with the time that passed it was getting better to push away, 'I'm not even sure I liked her like that. I mean...I liked her maybe I would even consider going on real dates, but...I'm not sure I could see himself falling in love with her.'

Allison turned around, 'Sometimes that's not a given. It just happens.'

He thought about it, and about how she smelled, what she felt.

'Yeah...and isn't that great? To date someone you like...you have feelings for?' he asked and he didn't know why his heartbeat was suddenly beating so fast just like hers.

Scott looked at her raven hair. It wasn't so curly tonight. He was surrounded by her smell now that he was sitting on the rooftop with her in his arms. In his arms. It felt so natural. It wasn't weird or awkward. They knew each other for so long. She was his best friend, and it felt good to hold her. He didn't feel awkward or embarrassed talking to her. He wasn't tongue-tied. He cared for her so much, and sometimes...he couldn't see her face so he pictured her smiled. The bright one she had when she was completely carefree and full of joy. When she was laughed with her whole body throwing her head backwards and just being a happy teenage girl. He loved that smile.

His mind was suddenly wiped out as a realization came to him hitting him like a bag of rocks. It completely let him frozen as he suddenly realized something. He loved that smile...

'Al-'

'Is that Malia in Jackson's Porsche?'

'What?' asked Scott and looked over her shoulder startled and shocked as Malia really did come out of the driver's seat of Jackson's car. For a moment he forgot about what he was just thinking about.

'Okay, sometimes is definitely up. First Lydia now this?' said Scott pointing at the scene.

Allison raised her hand and waved. Malia looked up and waved back. She told something to Jackson and went to the front door.

Scott frowned as he saw Jackson looking at the two of her. He smirked at them and waved almost looking pleased. Seriously what was happening?

Stiles was standing in the doorway with his mouth opened, 'Uh, did you just walked out of Jackson's car?'

Malia nodded, 'Yeah...why?'

'Why? Why?! Why the hell were you in Jackson's car?'

Malia frowned, 'Why are you shouting at me?'

Stiles shook his head, 'Sorry...I just...why were you there? The guy's a snake. He's planning something.'

'Like Lydia?' she asked and raised her brows.

Stiles crossed his arms, 'I...I don't know.'

Malia shook her head, 'He just wanted to show me how to drive, so I went.'

Stiles didn't know why but it actually hurt to hear that, 'Ha...well...okay.'

He brushed his forehead, 'Let's go to Scott and Allison, okay?'

Malia felt really bad watching Stiles leave like that. She felt like she screwed up really bad for some reason. She felt guilty as she followed him.

'Okay, Scotty, everyone is here,' said Stiles a little too excited as he and Malia climbed the roof.

'Damn, it's high,' said Stiles trying not to look down at all causes and keeping his eyes up.

'Okay, let's do this,' said Stiles and handed each of them a folded paper.

'So what is this?' asked Malia eyeing the piece of paper with suspicion as she sat down next to her, 'Well, Malia, every year before the start of our school year since we met we wrote this list of things we wished would happen, and every year we magically got them wrong.'

Stiles opened one, 'This one is yours, buddy.'

Scott took the piece of paper, 'Okay, so let's see. This is from when we were thirteen so no judging, okay? This year, I'll stand up to the people who bully me,' he looked at Malia, 'Jackson and his goons. Which you still need to explain why were you in his car.'

'He wanted to teach me drive,' said Malia defensive.

They all looked suspicious.

'Jackson let you a total stranger drive his most precious thing? And I mean it. His car is his life,' said Allison.

Malia shrugged her shoulders, 'Maybe not. I think he has a few things which are more important.'

They still didn't look convinced and Stiles looked actually pissed about it.

'Okay next up, I will avoid my parents' drama, and make them see me a responsible person that I am. I will save enough money to buy the cute backpack my mom refuses to buy since it's too expensive,' said Scott frowning as he couldn't remember which backpack it was.

'This year I will kiss a boy.'

Suddenly the whole roof went silence, before Scott nodded and handed the list to Allison, 'I'm pretty sure that's yours.'

'I don't know, man. I always had this vibe coming from you that you might be able to swing both ways?' asked Stiles.

'I'm pretty sure that's you projecting your vibe, man,' replied Scott, 'Didn't you like daydream about Derek's arms yesterday.'

'Dude, first of all that was confidential, and second I wasn't daydreaming I said he had huge manly arms. Jeez.'

They all laughed breaking the tension.

'Maybe you should put Derek's arms on your list next time.'

Stiles rolled his eyes, 'Oh my god. Really?'

'Malia, wouldn't you want to make one?' asked her Scott as Stiles started to pound. The girl blinked, 'But it's not the beginning of the school year.'

'Yeah, but I think you can get a free pass this time,' said Stiles and handed her a piece of paper and a pen.

The girl took it, 'Should I keep to myself.'

'No, tell us.'

'Yes.'

Scott and Allison shot Stiles a look, and he rolled his eyes, 'Yes, you keep it a secret until the end of the year when we will read them to see if they came true.'

'Hey, is this what people do at parties?' Malia asked, 'Bail?'

'If the party sucks and they want to spent it somewhere else with better people, sure,' nodded Stiles satisfied.

The werecoyote nodded and let her legs swung over the edge.

'I like bailing with you guys.'

They chuckled, 'We like bailing with you too.'

Allison took her hand and they watched the night sky together for a while. It was the perfect night and definitely the perfect birthday.

'Okay, next one, Stiles,' grinned Allison, 'This will be good. Malia do you want to do the honours.'

'No.'

'Yes,' said the girl and took the paper before he could give it.

'No, those are the ones we wrote when we were thirteen...I was a kid and stupid.'

She got out of his reach by standing up, 'No, M, careful.'

She opened it.

'This year, I will finally get the key from my dad to his office.'

'Yeah, I wanted to look through his cases,' explained Stiles quickly.

'I will get Lydia Martin to notice me.'

'Well, she's noticing us now plenty,' said Allison grumpily.

'I will get to talk to her and make her like me...,' Malia went silent suddenly, 'since she is the most amazing and prettiest girl, I have been crushing on since I was nine.'

She looked down at Stiles before she gave him the list.

'That one is going to be on every list,' mumbled Allison annoyed but Scott gripped her arm suddenly as if to signal her to shut up.

Malia gracefully sit down, 'Maybe this year.'

She told him and nodded. Stiles took the paper, and nodded unsure why he didn't feel so happy about it right now, 'Yeah, maybe.'

'Okay, now Scott,' said Allison, 'No, mine was super lame.'

He tried to get it but she wouldn't let it go, 'This year I will tell my mom I don't want to watch American next top model with her anymore. I'm a boy and I'm thirteen and I can't sit next to her when their posing in their bikinis or naked.'

They all looked at Scott who tried to hid his face in Allison's hair, 'I totally forgot that I wrote that.'

They all burst into laughter completely forgetting about the party or any worry in the world, 'Dude, was it because I think it was?'

'How come you never told us this?'

'You guys, are the worst. But happy birthday, Allison,' he said and hugged the girl from behind. She chuckled and both Malia and Stiles added, 'Happy Birthday, Allison.'

'Thanks guy, the party sucks, but this was...epic.'

She pressed her head against Scott's shoulder to look at him upside down.

'You're welcome, but was just Lydia's party. Tomorrow we'll have our own thing. Real thing, just us.'

'Well, if by our thing you mean a study season then yeah totally,' pointed out Stiles.

Scott sighed, 'Yeah, that too. Also I kind of Isaac Lahey to come too.'

'Really?' asked Allison surprised.

'Yeah, I just feel he could use some help.'

'Hey, anyone but Jackson, man.'

'Okay, screw this. Tomorrow you are going to have the best birthday ever, Allison, okay?'

Allison chuckled, 'Okay. But let's take a photo, alright? Just the four of us? Just a reminder that this day didn't totally suck.'

She pulled out her phone. Malia stepped over Stiles without too much of a problem while the boy held the roof for his dear life. She went to the middle between Stiles and Scott who held Allison. She took the phone and they all tried to move closer. Malia raised her hand. They looked at the front camera and took three photos just in case.

Allison remembered all her birthdays before they moved to Beacon Hills. They sucked. She was mostly on her own with her parents. She never stuck anywhere long enough to make friends. She never had any real friends until Scott and Stiles. She remembered her first birthday together with them. She didn't even remember telling them, but Stiles just figured it out like he always did. They came over to her house. She didn't even have anything prepared because she figured she wouldn't bother. Yet knew each other for just a little while and she just didn't know if she should tell them, but they showed up anyway with this CD she has been dying to listen to. They probably spend all their allowance on it, but it was worth it at least what they told her afterwards. They said it was totally worth it. She still didn't like being older, but she loved having friends to celebrate her birthday with.

'Thanks guys. Thanks for making this great even if you're at Lydia's. Thanks for being my friends.'

'Yeah,' said Stiles smiling while Malia leaned toward her and brushed her cheek against her making her smile.

Scott stroked her arms. In that moment, it was the best birthday ever. As it was every year when she was with her friends.

Funny, Stiles thought the night after the kiss would be weird one. It wasn't. This one was the weirdest night yet. The ride home was in silent. Scott drove them off and would return the car the next day. He went into the house while Malia waited for him to open the window for her.

'Hey, how was the party?' asked his dad.

'You waited up?'

'Sure,' said his dad shrugging his shoulders, 'Was it fun?'

Stiles tried to think about everything which happened at the party. 'Uh, it was okay and not okay. I guess.'

'With Allison, Scott and Malia it was fun but the rest...not so much.'

'Yeah, I guess what really matters is having people there who you care about not the whole school.'

Stiles nodded, 'Yeah, you're right.'

'Anyway, how about you invite Malia over some times?' asked the sheriff and Stiles froze, 'Uh, why?'

'Cause she's your girlfriend...or?'

Stiles made a grimace, 'Uh...well, that's not sure.' He wanted to say they were just friends, but his dad would drill him about the kiss and it would look suspicious, then again it still did.

'Want to talk about it?' asked the sheriff.

'It's just...uh...we kissed but we don't talk about it. It was more to try things out. I don't think she likes me like that. We're friends, dad.'

'Oh, I assumed it would have something to do with Lydia,' said his father honestly.

Stiles was surprised he forgot that part, 'Uh, yeah, Lydia too. I'm...confused. I don't know, dad.'

'It's okay, you're a teenager. You don't have to have all the answers, son. Just take your time but don't hurt anyone. Actions and words hurt the same,' he said and patted his shoulder.

'Good night, boy.'

'Good night, dad.'

He walked to his room and opened the window. He waited, but it was a while before Malia came in. He went to the bathroom while she changed. Then she went to the bathroom and he changed. Neither of them talked. It was weird. He felt weird. He didn't know why, but he felt guilty for being mean to her. He felt hurt that she went for a ride with Jackson and not with him. It should have been with him. She should have done things like that with him. He was her guide back to the human world, him, Scott and Allison. Not Jackson. Not him. Damn it.

He lied down on the bed on his side while she went to hers.

'Do you want me to sleep on the floor tonight?' she asked after they stared at the ceiling for far too long for a moment.

Stiles blinked and sat up to look at her properly, 'No, I don't. Do you want me to...'

'No,' she sat up as well, 'I'm...sorry for upsetting you with Jackson. I get that he's the bad guy. I don't really know why I went with him. I guess I was just lonely there and he offered. Maybe I was hoping to actually crash his car.'

'Well, I would totally love it for you to crash it,' assured her Stiles, 'But uh I'm sorry too for yelling and being and idiot to you. Not cool, and I'm sorry. I just hate Jackson, so I took it too personally that you went with him of all the people. We're...I guess...I'm jealous. I like showing you stuff so I figured if you would be interested in driving I would be the first one you would go to. I didn't offer because of your mom and Kylie. I wanted you to ask.'

Malia nodded, 'I'm sorry. I haven't thought of that. I was kind of dealing with something...' She didn't tell him it was because she felt bad about seeing him with Lydia. It made no sense to her. She didn't want to think about it.

'Can we just agree we're both sorry and act normal?' she asked and Stiles nodded, 'Yeah, look at that we're like a married couple now.'

Malia rolled her eyes at him fondly before she lied down again, 'I saw you talking to Lydia by the way. How did that go?'

Stiles told her a bit about what he talked with Lydia. It was nice sure. He felt great talking to her and actually not acting like an idiot in front of her. As he was talking he realized he was talking to Lydia and then Malia went with Jackson.

Was she jealous too? Could she see him and do something reckless like that just to piss him off.

'Hey, uh, I'm curious how did Jackson even end up well interested in teaching you,' he turned on the bed to his side to look at her.

She looked right back at him, 'I don't know. He just did...'

'Why did you say yes?'

'I was alone...well I couldn't find you guys...'

'But you saw me with Ldyia,' he mumbled looking into her brown eyes, 'Why didn't you come to me?'

'I didn't want to disturb the two of you. I know you like talking to her. She's the girl you have been crushing on since the third grade. You have like tones of sketches of her,' said Malia. Stiles really didn't know what to say. He really didn't know what to do, or what to think. He just stayed quiet and watched her for a moment. He watched how lovely she looked lying on the bed ready for sleep right next to him. The bed moved with each of their breaths and he could feel it almost on his face. She didn't drink. He didn't smell beer. She probably did. She probably knew everything about him in that moment. She heard his heartbeat. Could she tell what she was feeling right now? Even if he couldn't?

'Okay, I'm sorry, I left you alone there. I wouldn't do it again,' he said. That felt like the only thing he was sure of. He was sure he wouldn't leave her again. He wouldn't let Jackson get to her again.

Malia suddenly felt really sad. She felt sad because he was telling the truth, he meant it, and that was sad. Because it meant he himself didn't know that he was lying. She knew that if was a choice between Lydia and herself he would chose the strawberry blonde.

'Okay,' she pretended to accept it. She wanted to be a good friend to him.

Scott was brushing his teeth thinking about everything which happened. He went back to the moment on the roof when he realized it. He held Allison and he just knew or he realized it...or whatever. He liked Allison. He liked his best friend.

He spilled out the paste and washed his mouth.

When he looked at himself in the mirror he shook his head, 'How could you be so stupid?'

He dried himself and face palmed his bed.

'Idiot.'

He turned around to lie on his back. He tried to put it all together. He liked Allison...he had feeling for Allison beyond friendship. He liked liked her. How did that even happen?

He closed his eyes. He thought about their first meeting about how she helped him breath and got him help. He thought about how insecure and strong she could be at times. How real she was. He thought about how she knew him better than anyone in the world well apart from Stiles. He thought about how she smiled at him, and laughed. He thought about all those things which happened between them. The attack, the sleepovers, the touches. He thought about how she smelled sometimes. How she felt sometimes when they were together.

Did she like him too?

Gosh, he needed to sleep badly.

He closed his eyes and waited until he couldn't help it and reached for his phone.

He had to text her...but what did he want to say?

Allison went back into her room. She felt oddly good about herself and everything. She had her parents, her friends, pack even. She had a good life, and her birthday was really great for once. She was glad they celebrated. She was glad she was alive and she was glad she had feelings for Scott. Yeah, she could admit it now. She had feeling for her best friend, and that was not a bad thing. She just didn't know what to do about them yet...she had to think about it. But tonight she would just sleep on it.

She was half sleep when something happened. She wasn't sure why, but she felt like something was off. She wasn't sure what but something was happening. She opened her eyes just as someone sat down on her stomach and put a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.

She started to trash in her bed when she heard the intruder.

'Stop, Ally, it's me.'

She froze in place. It took her a moment to realize who it was.

The hand left her mouth as the shock fully rushed through her.

'K-kate?' she asked and startled sitting up just as her aunt was moving away from her, 'Hi, little niece. Miss me?'

Allison turned on her bed lamp truly revealing her aunt Kate sitting in her room with a gun in her hand.

'Now, get dressed. We have work to do,' said the woman before she stood up waving the gun around, 'And don't make me force you, Ally, please.'

Allison swallowed hard coming to terms with was happening. Her delusional aunt escaped a mental institution and was now in her room with a gun demanding that she would go somewhere with her. This was not good.

'Oh, and happy birthday, Allison.'