Bugs || Malia Tate

1. Bugs cannot "drop it like its hot"

Admittedly there was some thing even Bugs Stilinski couldn't do. Sure he was able to play on the lacrosse team long before Scott McCall had developed an animalistic lifestyle. Was even a semi popular boy amongst his high school during sophomore year, hell Bugs could even keep the sarcasm at bay most days but there was one thing he could not do.

Bugs Stilinski was a shitty dancer. So shitty in fact that some spectators of the club looked slightly concerned.

So as Bugs awkwardly jolted between feet, smiling, even though he was getting elbowed in the back every 15 seconds and was pretty sure someone had spilled tequila on him. Well, it was either tequila or he had suddenly developed a sweaty back.

"Woah," Bugs jumped forward, gently touching his girlfriend and moving her before she was knocked out by one of those trays waiters carried around. Well he assumed she was his girlfriend considering every night they slept curled in the same bed; amongst other things done inside a bed. He was still slightly confused as to what they were, he doubted Malia had given a second thought to labels. So why should he?

"What?" Malia said, turning her head to see what he had done for her again. To her Bugs had done nothing but be protective from the moment he had taken on the teacher role in "How to be a Teenager 101." Malia watched as the waiter walked by and the tray just missed her head by seconds.

"He was gonna hit you with that tray of beers," he explained to her. "I didn't want you to get hit cause then that might cause you to get mad and..."

"Bugs," she said rather loudly, smiling at his rambling. Malia loved to hear him ramble, it was much more adorable then when Stiles did it. Bugs cheeks tended to turn red when he rambled or she took to long to answer his question and that was fascinating to the brunette girl.

Bugs shut up, instead enjoying the way Malia looked careless and free. From the moment they had walked in here with Scott and Kira it had been that smile on her face that forced Bugs out of his comfort zone to barely dance. He couldn't concentrate enough to dance properly cause the way she swayed and bobbed to the music completely gained his attention.

He tried moving around a little, the upbeat tempo to the incoming song actually appealing to his ears when Malia twisted. She shook her hips; her back facing him for a moment before she turned back and shut her eyes, hands going above her head and practically dissolving into the tempo. Bugs was awestruck, eyes trained on the way her hips turned and her legs gleaned against the flashing lights. He didn't want to seem possessive but for a moment his eyes travelled around, daring any other man to look at her. When no one even seemed to pay attention Bugs went back to marveling at Malia Tate.

She then realized he had stopped dancing, pausing her movement and letting her arms drop," dance dumbass? We should be blending in! Isn't that what Scott asked us to do?"

Bugs gulped, trying to not look as embarrassed as he felt for being caught. He could never get away with anything since she had come into his life.

"You just look... Malia you're the prettiest girl covered in sweat here and you make my brain malfunction when you move like that," he blurted out.

Malia wasn't even shocked when he said that, instead she laughed in amusement and walked closer. "Can you even dance Bugs Bunny?"

"UHHH... nope. I don't know how to drop it like its hot, not that you would know since you were in you know... uhh can we just go back to where I said no." Bugs shook his head, trying to process what to do when she was this close. She had used his kid name, Stiles had fucking told her. What a dick.