*STALIA* A Werewolf and Vampire Love

Love Can Be A Problem {PART 2}

I hopped into the seat of my precious own car with Malia seated on the passenger seat. The roar of the engine turned to life after multiple tries, so thank gods my Jeep still works. All the adventures I had with her with all the dangers in every corner, my beloved Jeep still somehow survives. Of course somewhere in my point of life I will have to get a new car in replacement- for now I'm sticking with my humble and warming car.

I stopped in front of Scott's house- I turned to look at Malia's expression is she knew at least what's going on. I couldn't get anything from her except happiness which I don't see her in the phase often. So it isn't a surprise her expression left me questioning what's going on.

I took the keys out of the ignition and closed the door behind me. I walked around the car and went towards the house door. I thought about knocking, instead I made a spare key to her inside because you would expect me to have one and also I'm Scott's weird best friend so I do anything that may seem stupid. I can't blame myself, I remember that one time where I got into Scott's house with his mom holding a batt almost hitting my face- if she didn't know who I was well I could've ended up on the floor with bruises during that time.

To say the least I'm not entirely sure if anyone is going to hit but I'm willing to take the risks since I am Stiles for goodness sakes.

I touched the knob of the door then turned it pushing it open. At first everything was dark so I would've assumed Scott was either watching a movie or he was lazy to turn on the lights. It's probably the second one, since Scott doesn't watch movies that often anymore because of the supernatural stuff and school work there's hardly any day off to watch a movie and relax.

With a huff, I flicked the lights that was near the door. When I was able to see everything in view already everyone hiding behind some furniture jumped up and screamed "happy birthday Stiles." I mentally face-palmed myself. I even forgot my own birthday. How did I not see this coming?

I felt my own face flame up in either embarrassment or frustration. I looked at my friends and my own father spread through out the house. I turned to Malia by my side, she had a part in this. She looked at her with this expression across her face that said, "I had to" while chuckling under her breath.

"How did you had time to prepare this when you said you were supposedly busy?" I asked pointing to Scott.

"I lied. Come on Stiles did you really forget your birthday?" He replied while my face gotten even more redder.

"It wasn't my fault I was busy myself."

"Mmhm, was it because you were spending to much time with Malia?" He responded, whereas I can be seen blushing even more.

"Not the point." I snapped.

I looked over to the kitchen and placed upon the counter was a red velvet cake. Mmm my favorite other than chocolate. I imagined myself eating the delicious and water mouthing cake that will soon be stuffed into my mouth. Besides the cake, there where other appetizers and meals along with it. Slowly my stomach growled telling me to eat the darn thing. I sniffed something familiar, oh my god my dream come true. Meat! I was sure to be drooling right now that Malia had to push me to the living room to meet the others.

But- but the food! I screamed inside my head. I am sure it's begging me to eat it right now! It needs my mouth chomping against it's wonderful taste, flavour, and lastly pleasuring me with it's beautiful desire to ease my grumbling stomach that dares to be empty.