(Stalia getting into a fight over Theo's prying eyes on Malia, and Malia rushes out on Stiles upset, he chases after her and tries to calm her down)
"I saw the way he was looking at you today." Stiles says as he sits up in bed one night, they had just gotten ready for bed, and Malia was resting in his arms peacefully, until Stiles started shifting in bed again, and Malia asked him what's wrong.
Malia runs her fingers through her brown hair, sitting up along with him, she studies her boyfriend, the way his fists are slightly tight, and he reeks of anxiety, she moves closer to him.
"There's nothing going on between us, you know this." She says softly, as she tries to calm him down with a light pat on the back, but he moves away from her, acting like her touch is pure acid.
"No, I'm sorry.. it's just.. what you said earlier in the year, about him being attractive.." He says softly, as he throws the covers off him, but leans against the bed frame, still sitting up.
Malia eyes him in a skeptical way, raising her eyebrows at him, she moves closer, and she actually sees him flinch, she feels her heart beat pick up in slight anger, how could Stiles think she meant something about it?
"Look, you know I was joking, Stiles, I would never do anything to hurt you." She whispers softly, as she tries to touch his back again, but he moves her hand off his skinny body.
"I mean the way he was looking at you, like you were a piece of meat." He says, and she's surprised when she hears a light growl in his always pleasant voice.
"Just let it go, okay? there's nothing going on.." She says, trying to calm him down with her words, since her touches weren't going to do anything.
"I won't calm down Malia, I don't like it, call me obsessive, but you're MY girlfriend, not Theo's." He says, as he finally stands up, she rises up with him, counting his every move, he seems angry, and when he gets angry he's very unpredictable.
Stiles eyes his girlfriend for a second, she seems angry, the way her eyebrows are raised in his direction, she probably though he was being ridiculous, but he didn't think he was, he thought he was making perfect sense, he didn't like Theo hounding around Malia like he's been recently.
"I heard about you two in the library, and driving lessons." There's a more bitter then angry tone to his voice, but finally, she finds something she can hurt him right back about, because he was hurting her right now with his accusing.
"Well, at least he was there for me, unlike you." She says, staring at him, her mouth in a firm line, and she sees his face go slack for a second, as if he's reconsidering this battle he just talked himself into, but then she sees his brown eyes go hard, and his face pinch up, as he stares at her, and she knows she just stepped into a war zone with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that my girlfriend didn't stop me from killing Donovan so that I didn't have to live through the pain of that." He says, his voice is like steel, and it sends unwanted tingles down Malia's spine, she hears his heart beat quicken.
"That's a lie! I called you, twice! and you never responded, and you never came home, and I was worried sick!" She yells, still standing up next to the bed.
He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck, another nervous habit of his, she thinks, as she sits down on the end of the bed with a huff, he doesn't say anything for awhile, but then he turns to her, his brown eyes staring into her's.
"Well, how'd you like it if I started flirting with Lydia? or if Lydia started flirting with me, it wouldn't feel good, now would it?" He yells back, as he stays standing, crossing his arms over his white shirt.
Malia's jaw ticks as she stares at him, she feels her eyes turning blue, and he watches as his girlfriend's eyes shift in the dark, her hands balled at her sides, he just had to bring Lydia into this, Lydia shouldn't even be a problem with them, but why deep down does the mention of her name send Malia into a frenzy. (I'm not saying Lydia is their problem, I just wanted to even the playing field)
Suddenly, she's up in his face, her eyes still blue, even though he is scared Stiles doesn't back down, his arms still crossed over his chest.
"You know what? I'm done." She says in a sad tone, as she sinks down, and suddenly all the anger he was feeling disappears, as he watches his girlfriend start to walk out the door, and he hears the most saddest thing he's ever heard: Her strangled breaths as she cries.
He feels his heart soften, as he runs after her, but she runs faster.
"Malls, wait, I didn't mean it!" He says, as he runs a bit faster, soon their out on the street, it's raining, and their both getting wet, but Stiles doesn't care if he catches hypothermia right now he really wants to apologize to Malia for his childish behavior, Lydia or Theo, they don't matter to them, they shouldn't, their the past, but Stiles sees a promising future with Malia, and he was going to fix his mistake right now. He loves her.
"Malls, please." He begs, and Malia finally turns around in the pouring rain, her brown hair whipping into her face, as she stares at him, angry, her jaw is clenched, she stares at her boyfriend, the one who just broke her heart not even ten seconds ago, it wasn't even the fact he mentioned Lydia, it was the fact that he didn't trust her enough to be around Theo, that he thought something was going on there.
"What?" She asks, angry, as she stares at him, his face seems lost, as if he just realized he made the biggest mistake in his life, because he has.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me." He says softly, as he walks closer to her, and she wipes the tears from her eyes, as she sniffles, but the tears still fall, and her heart still feels cold.
"I'm stupid, I say stupid things all the time, and I'm really sorry I hurt you like that, it's just.. I was jealous..do you remember when you said you didn't have much experience in things like relationships that one day we got locked in at the hospital?" He adds, as he studies her face, his face is wet also, from the rain, and his clothes are soaked through, he shivers lightly, trying to get her to remember.
She nods her head slowly.
Of course I remember, she thinks, and a faint smile crosses her lips, but disappears from his vision.
"Well, I'm the same with relationships, Malia, I don't have much practice in them, I know we both don't, but I don't want to fight with you, these people of our pasts, or even present, they shouldn't matter, we should trust each other, and I do trust you, I always have, so will you please come back inside and grace me your presence in my bed?" He asks, as he gently grabs her face.
His hands are cold, and slightly shaking, but his thumbs feel warm as they press against her cheeks, and she feels her heart beat fast as the warmness he's giving her. She considers his words, it was normal to fight in relationships, a magazine had told her, and it was good if "your man" was jealous, it showed he cared, and she knew Stiles cared about her, of course he did, he always has.
She smiles softly as she gets on her toes like a coyote and kisses him, he seems shocked at first, but then he slowly kisses her back, her hands threading in his hair, as the rain pours down on them in droplets.
Their both content as they head back inside, and Malia has forgiven Stiles, agreeing that no one else should matter except each other, Malia watches as Stiles peels off his shirt, and grabs two shirts from his drawer, one black, and one green, he tosses the green one to Malia, and he watches as she sheds off her pink t-shirt, and throws the green one on, she climbs into bed with him, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, as she nestles into the crook of his arm, and he strokes her brown hair, listening to her heartbeat, and all is right in his world again.