5 years. I haven't been back Beacon Hills in 5 years which feels like a lifetime. I've grown, I'm not the same cruel, sarcastic 16 year old boy with ADHD that ran with werewolves, foxes, banshees, and werecoyotes. But one thing that hasn't changed i...
"Don't hang up!" I shout as soon as Malia answers her phone.
"Why would I hang up dumbass? I clearly answered when I could've just declined." Her dry cut throat tone is always sooo comforting.
"Okay look how about we meet up and just put everything on the table."
"What table?" Is it wrong that I imagine her tilting her head like a confused dog?
"There is no table."
"You just said we were going to put everything on the table. How do we do that if there is no table?"
"It's a saying. You know like burying the hatch, clearing the air, putting everything on the table? They're metaphors babe." Shit. In my defense Malia was my first babe. And hey old habits die hard.
"Babe huh?"
"I know it's been a while."
"Yeah you could say that. Look let's meet and kill the hammer or whatever." I chuckle into the phone at that.
"Alright. How about at your den. In the woods . There'll be complete privacy and no press. You'll also be more comfortable there. Let's say in 30 minutes?"
"I'd like that." She said it so softly I just wanted to slap myself for ever hurting her.
"So uh until then I guess?" I scratch the back of my neck.
"Goodbye Stiles."
"Don't." I clear my throat. "Don't say goodbye. With you it's never a goodbye, I couldn't stay away from you permanently. I'll always see you later."
"Never say never." With that she hung up.
It took me a couple minutes to compose myself after that. I'm still wearing the black and white outfit and I wonder if it's okay.
"SAAMMMM!"
"What!" She hisses. I turn around in complete shock to see her standing in my doorway.
"What. The. Fuck Sam." I whisper with a hand to my chest.
"You don't have to whisper the girls are downstairs watching Frozen 2, so you know we're practically dead to them."
"Yeah you're right. So I'm meeting up with Malia and I'm wondering if I should wear this." I gesture to my outfit as she walks in and plops down into my desk chair.
"Where?"
"Theeee woooodddss." I draw it out slowly which probably made it sound worse.
"I'm just not going to ask. Those all white special edition shoes are not made for the woods so either take the chance and ruin them," she holds up her hand to stop my protest, " even though I know you probably have 50 more. Or just.... you know what FUCK IT wear the damn shoes."
We both laugh at that. I check the time and realize I only have 10 minutes. Crap!
"Okay I gotta go." I lean down to hug Sam and then I run out of my childhood room and go downstairs.
"Hey babies daddy's going out for a little bit. Please be good for Momma S or no cookies for dessert. Alright?" I look between both of them as I squat in front of the couch.
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