state of dreaming ; malia tate.

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Cara and Malia ended up watching Scream Queens for the whole three hours, Malia texted Stiles to pick her up at Cara's house.

They heard the beep of his jeep horn and jumped, Malia scrambling to get her backpack she brought to her house. Cara ran upstairs, knowing exactly where it was.

Malia watched her run down the stairs, not wanting to keep her best friend's boyfriend waiting. Finally, Malia left and Cara sat on her couch, being bored as ever already.

- - - - - >

The pack were sitting at a table at lunch, discussing random things, but then Stiles brought something up, "Hey Malia, so when we gonna meet this Carrie girl or whatever."

Malia looked at Stiles, eyebrows raising, "Okay, Stiles, first of all, it's Cara," Stiles quickly apologized, popping a fry in his mouth, "And second of all, I don't know..."

"What do you mean?" (when you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no...sorry back to the story) Kira asked, looking up from her phone.

"Uh, well I don't really...I don't-"

"Spit it out, Malia." Isaac snapped.

Stiles glared at him, whacking him upside the head, then putting his hand on Malia's shoulder, "Say it when you're ready, it's okay."

"Okay, I don't want her to know about the supernatural. She would probably get hurt and I don't want that to happen."

Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "You don't have to tell her about it, we just want to meet her."

Malia nodded, "But it would be really difficult to keep that from her. I mean, with just me being her friend is hard enough, but everyone? I don't know..."

Lydia sadly smiled, "Well, you can let her meet them when you're ready."

Malia nodded nervously, taking a bite of pizza, looking at Cara across the cafeteria. She was with her brother and his girlfriend, as always.

- - - - - >

Cara stood at her locker, taping another picture of Marina and the Diamonds on her locker door, along with a lot more.

She heard a locker slam, her jumping and turning around to meet brown eyes. The boy nodded at her, her waving back, even though they were right next to each other.

She proceeded to tape a few more pictures on the metal door, only to be interrupted by the boy's voice, "Wow. That is a lot of pictures of Marina."

Cara's head snapped to the boy, a surprised look then a grin on her face as she realized he knew who Marina is and she was in pure bliss.

"You know who she is?" She asked, a smile permanently inked on her face.

"Yeah, well my girlfriend is obsessed with her. Her friend got her hooked, apparently. I'm Stiles." He said, leaning against the wall of lockers.

"I'm Cara. And also your girlfriend is amazing."

Stiles paused, "Wait...Cara? Do you know a Malia?"

"Yeah, she's my friend."

"Oh! You're Cara! Malia literally always talks about you!" He exclaimed, face-palming himself for not knowing because of the Marina filled locker.

Cara smiled, happy that Malia talks about her, "Hopefully good things?"

Stiles nodded, "Oh man, you don't even know! Sometimes I think she might think that she's dating you and not me! Oh wait- was that inappropriate? Did that make you uncomfortable? I'm so so sorry if that did. It probably did. Dang it, Stiles! You always blow it!-"

"It's fine! Trust me, it's okay." Cara giggled, finding his ranting hilarious.

"O-oh okay, well I'm gonna go...because I don't want to weird you out even more...don't think I don't want to hang out with you. Because I do...well if you have a boyfriend- or girlfriend, I don't judge, please don't send him or her to like, kill me because I'm talking to you for too long or anything. Was that random? Did that make sense? Sorry if it didn-"

"Bye Stiles."

"...goodbye..."

Thank you Stiles for your rants because it takes a lot less writing to get to 600 words. Bye bye!!