If The Shoe Fits-A STYDIA AU

Chapter Four

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"Welcome to my house; Baby, take control now; We can't even slow down; We don't have to go out; Welcome to my house," Malia sang as she swayed her hips and soda back and forth.  The door bell rang, she continued singing in her ear-splitting voice as she moseyed over to open the front door.

"Hi, Malia, is this a bad time? You know what I can come back later," Stiles nervously said, but Malia pulled him by the arm when he was about to turn away and she dragged him inside into the kitchen.

"It's no big deal really it's just a girl's night. Can I get you soda?" Malia offered. Stiles shook his head back-and-forth as they entered the kitchen. In the kitchen was Malia's sisters, Erica and Cora eating slices of pizza. Also in the kitchen was Stiles' ex-girlfriend, Heather and Scott's ex-girlfriend, Kira sitting on bar stools on their phones.

"Say hi to Stiles everyone," Malia ordered them making a stern face.

"Hi, Stiles," they replied simultaneously in a monotone voice obeyed Malia's orders and then resumed their positions.

"So, Stiles what brings you here?" Malia asked. Malia was wearing pink fuzzy socks along with mint green polka dotted pajama shorts and a white crop top with a sun flower. 

"I wanted to um... talk to you... in um... private," Stiles uneasily informed her.  He was tapping his foot repeatedly on the hardwood floor boards.  He could even feel the sweat building up underneath his underarms, fearing how she would react on what he wanted to tell her.

Malia whirled around, causing her top to sway back-and-forth threatening to slip off of her shoulders to respond back at Stiles.  "Anything you can say to me you can say in front of them.  There like family," Malia told him.  "So what is it?"

"Malia, I really preferred if we talked in private.  It's important," Stiles pleaded.

"Stiles, just spit it out already!" Malia demanded.  "I'm not moving."  Malia crossed her arms and pouted at the boy-stubborn was certainly an adjective to describe the determined brown-haired girl.

"I didn't want to say it this way, but I think we should break up.  I mean I'm breaking up with you," he bluntly stated.  His caramel colored eyes were unassertive and frantic one second, but the next he looked confident and sure of himself.  "I really am sorry I just don't think this is working between us anymore."

Malia stopped sipping from her straw, the grip of her glass full of cola loosed, and smashed to the floor.  The glass shattered everywhere, her pink fuzzy slippers were instantly stained in cola, and she stood in a puddle full of the sticky substance.

The rest of the girls ceased what they were doing in shock of the whole situation and eager to see how it would play out.

Erica tossed Malia a towel to soak up the cola.  Stiles ripped a paper towel off of the paper towel holder on the counter-top.  "Here let me help,"  Stiles offered dropping to the ground and wiping some of the liquid away.

"Stiles, it's okay don't worry about it," Malia said pushing the boy away and continued to soak up the liquid. 

"Malia," Stiles called.

"Stiles, just go!" Malia snapped she threw her towel on the sticky tiled floor.  "Heather, clean it up!  Lydia's not here right now," Malia demanded as she escorted her ex out of the house. 

Malia stood at the front door with Stiles, Malia was still inside while Stiles was outside of the house.  "I am going to give you one chance, Stilinski.  I will forget about the little request you made back there and will continue to be your girlfriend, because I understand Stiles as teenagers we make rash decisions, that we don't always mean.  So if you apologize for embarrassing me I will put this situation behind us,"  Malia informed him with a sympathetic smile on her face. Malia folded her arms across her chest and tapped her soggy slipper on the hardwood floor patiently waiting for a response.