(stalia) the night that changed everything

Malia

Malia: *as stiles drove off malia stepped inside her home.* hey daddy!

Henry: hey sweetie why didn't you call me to pick you up?

Malia: um someone from the support group dropped me off.

Henry: someone? Malia it isn't a good idea for just anyone to drive you places.

Malia: I know, but he's just like I use to be before support. I just wanted to help him. *malia heard a voice coming down the hallway from the guest room to the living*

Peter: him? So some guy is dropping our little girl off at home now? How old is he? What's his name? What kind of car does he drive? And where does he live? *after finding out she's adopted, she looked for and found peter who has now been living with them to bond with her*

Malia: oh come on Peter.

Henry: good questions peter. Malia answer.

Malia: uggh. 17, stiles, a Jeep and on the other side of town.

Peter: what kind of name is "Stiles"?

Malia: *crossing her legs on the couch slightly irritated by the questions* I don't know, that's his nickname. He told me his real name but its really hard to pronounce.

Henry: so, are you going to see him again?

Peter: when will WE be seeing him?

Malia: oh my god, I don't know maybe, he gave me his number so maybe.

Henry: and who are his parents?

Malia: Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall-Stilinski

Henry: aw I heard about that McCall kid

Malia: yeah they were best friends. He was a LOT like me dealing with depression. He almost committed suicide but his father went to stiles room and found him passing out on his bed. His dad was able to get him to the hospital but he fell into a coma for a year.

Peter: *in a sympathetic voice and in real concern* wow I really feel bad for him. I know as we all here know what it feels like to lose family.

Henry: um malia, is he like you or your father?

Malia: no he smells human.

Peter: oh great, you wanna date a human??

Malia: .....

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*stiles on his way home, decided to stop by little miss Daisy shake and pick up some food for his parents to go. It was almost dark but the cafe was still open, it wasnt as many people in the little cafe this time and the same girl from earlier was still working.*

Cashier: hey there again, where's your girlfriend?

Stiles: *figuring the girl was trying to flirt with him, he wasn't interested but he knew malia wasn't his girlfriend, he wanted her to be though.* she's not my girlfriend yet I want her to be, she's ALL I want and I don't plan on doing anything that would make her not want me.

Cashier: I understand but I just thought you two looked cute together. I saw her feeding you and thought "goals!".

Stiles: oh okay, sorry.

Cashier: no its okay *thinking to herself* omg he's so adorable, she's a lucky girl. Anyway lets get your order so you can go. Yeah?

Stiles: yeah sure. I'll like three number 7 but can you make one milkshake strawberry and banana mix please?

Cashier: yep, okay $15.53 and the waitress will be out with your order shortly.

*after a long day stiles finally make it home to two very worried parents*

Melissa and sheriff: stiles! Where the Hell were you!? We have been worried sick.

Melissa: your father almost called a missing persons report.

Stiles: I'm sorry, I met a girl at support today. Remember mom? When you called earlier I was kinda on a date with her.

Melissa: what's her name again?

Stiles: Malia Tate.

A/n from now on I'm going to be using the sheriff name John.

John: *trying to remember the name* Tate, Tate, Tate? Ooh I remember that case. Her mother and sister died in a car accident right?

Stiles: yeah dad.

Melissa: poor girl.

Stiles: yeah well, I'm gonna go upstairs. Goodnight.

Melissa: okay goodnight sweetie.

John: goodnight son.

*turning away from his parents and heading up the stairs two at a time. Closing his bedroom door and sitting at his desk.*

Stiles: *thinking to his self* maybe I should give Malia a call...or should I text her?... I Better Call her. *ring ring ring,*

Malia: hello?

Stiles: *excited that she answered* h-hey it's me stiles.

Malia: I'm glad you called, my dads want to meet you.

Stiles: *making the "S" very clear* dadS?

Malia: yes.

A/N this part is horrible I know.