(stalia) the night that changed everything

dinner

*dinner was awkward. Stiles sat on one side with his family and malia sat across from stiles with her family. Even though dinner was quiet everyone enjoyed the burgers Melissa made.*
Henry: *swallowing the last bit of food in his mouth* that was delicious, Melissa.
Melissa: *smiling delighted* oh thank you Henry.
Stiles: yeah mom, it was really good.
Peter: *taking a sip of soda and speaking as the bubbles stung his throat* well mine was a bit salty.
Malia: *rolling her eyes while sitting her glass back on the table and biting her bottom lip irritatedly*
Melissa: oh, okay.
Henry: don't worry about him, Melissa. He's just upset that he can't get his burgers like that.
Peter: no, I'm upset because I'm going to have high blood pressure and horrible heart burn later.
Melissa: Mm. Well this dinner is supposed to be about the kids, okay? Malia, how's school?
Malia: oh, well it's okay. It's been a bit difficult making friends at school because of my, Um, past. *she self consciously tugged on her Jean jacket sleeve trying to cover her scars.* everyone pity's the depressed suicidal girl, but no one wants be her friend.
John: *he slams his hands down on the table.* damn kids, they'll talk you up a building before they talk you down.
Peter: yep. While yelling For them to 'do it for the vine.'

Henry: right!? God, some teenagers today are jerks.
Melissa: I remember being bullied but it was never as bad as it is today. The bullies today have YouTube, vine, twitter, instagram, tumblr etc on their side to succeed in completely tearing someone down. That is not why we have such advance technology today.
Stiles: Um mom?
Melissa: yes stiles?
Stiles: Can we be excused?
Melissa: oh yeah. Take your plates to the kitchen first.
*stiles stood up and took his and Malia's plates to kitchen. When he was done he took Malia's hand and led the way to his room. He closed the door behind them and went to sit on his computer chair. Malia sat down on his bed next to him.*
Malia: I like your mom she's nice, your dad too. I'm sorry about Peter he can be a little insensitive sometimes but hes not that bad.
Stiles: no, it's fine. Hes being a protective dad.I might be super skinny but I can handle it. Hes not going to scare me off.

Malia: *she tugged at her jacket sleeve again. The sleeves just didn't seem long enough even though they went 2 inches pass her wrist. Mumbling to herself* I think I'll do that before he can. *sigh*
Stiles: *he walked over to her and sat down next to her. He took her arm and turned it so the plum of her hand was facing the ceiling and pushed the sleeve of her jacket up to her elbow. She turned her head away from him disgusted with herself.* Malia look at me. *she reluctantly looked at him.* I know how you feel, I honestly do. I completely and utterly hate myself sometimes too, I blame myself for Scott's death. I know that it was my fault for wanting to go look for a dead body. Malia, I'm not going to give up easily on one of the best things in my life since that night. I don't care how bad Peter treats me I really like you and thats not going to change so easy. Do you think these are going to scare me off? *he asked while running a finger along her scars.
Then he did something that she wasn't expecting, he kissed her scars.* I'm not going anywhere. *she knew he wasn't lying because hes heart beat stayed steady and the look in his eyes seemed sincere.*
Malia: I like you too stiles, and I know you're just being nice...im.. I'm sorry. I-i..i have to go. *she stood up abruptly and rush to the door and ran down the stairs.* I need to leave...now. *she said to Peter and Henry while panting and ran out the front door. Peter and Henry said their good byes to John and Melissa and left to catch up with Malia. Henry drove in his car looking for Malia while Peter was on foot tracking her by scent. He didn't have to look for long before he found the bright blue eyes that were just like his*

Peter: Malia calm down. What happened?
Malia: anxiety!! *she said through growls.*
Peter: why are you having an anxiety attack? What did that boy do?
Malia: nothing!! He just cares too much and I don't want to hurt him!! Look at me! *she held out her claws and flashed her teeth* he can't love me! You can't love a grenade!! I'm a grenade without a pin! (A/N a little Tfios there)
Peter: you can control it Malia, you know you can.
Stiles: Malia?
Maila: stiles I can explain.
Peter: how the hell did you find us?
Stiles: I followed you *he said pointing to peter* but I lost you and then I heard the yelling and followed it. Now are you going to tell me what the hell you two are?
Malia: *her anxiety wasn't getting any better and she couldn't process what was going on very well. She just didn't want stiles seeing her like that.* get him away from me.
*stiles stepped close enough to touch Malia. Even though she was glaring at him and looked as if she could kill him as easily as it would be to kill an ant. He put both hands on either side of her face. Her eyes darted to both of his hands on her face. She took deep breaths that ended in growls.*