CELESTIAL [M.T+I.L]

VII

In which a boy leaves hospital and A werecoyote admits something.
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Malia only left the hospital after being coaxed By the others, who claimed that it was very likely that Isaac was going to be released soon and that he needed his rest.
She reluctantly went with, after sneaking a look at his tired eyes, with darkening bags hanging below them.

Malia sat in the back of stiles' jeep, in silence. She didn't notice the lingering glances she was being given, or if she did, she chose to blatantly ignore them.

"Hey, Malia," Lydia started.
"Do you want to crash at mine tonight? You know, just in case you feel...uhh...lonely," she supplied, attempting to smile warmly.
Malia gazed at Lydia, contemplating for a moment, before eventually nodding in agreement.
"Yes, please," she said.
Lydia patted her knee genty, before turning back around in her seat.
"Then...both of us at my place, please, Stiles."
He nodded.
"Got it."

Malia zoned out of their mumbled conversation, and instead watched in wonder as the bright glare of the street lamps whizzed past her. Human life still took some getting used to. Still, maybe Isaac could help her with that. He seemed nice enough to do it, and for some unknown reason she found herself assured that he would.
Even the thought of spending a few hours with Isaac made her heart a little lighter. She didn't know what it was, but it was as if she couldn't help her thoughts but wonder to him.

Malia only shook herself from her thoughts as she felt the Jeep grind to a halt outside the large building that was seemingly Lydia's house.
"Thanks," Lydia said, leaning over to peck Stiles' cheek.
This surprised Malia, but didn't bother her - She had obviously been too wrapped up in Isaac to notice all the other things going on around her.
Mumbling her thanks, Malia quickly hopped out of the car, and followed Lydia up the stairs and indoors.
She peeked out the window, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Why's Stiles still outside?"
"Oh," Lydia said simply, carelessly throwing her purse somewhere onto the sofa.
"Probably wanted to make sure we got in safe."
"Mhm," Malia said, watching him eventually drive off down the road.
She turned and looked at Lydia.

"I didn't know you two were a thing," she said, without a trace of malice in her voice, just simple curiosity.

Lydia let her gaze travel to the floor.
"We're uh, we're not," she said plainly.
Malia sat next to her.
"But you like him," she stated.
Lydia flushed fiercely, her face turning the shade of her hair.
"What?! No of course not..." She trailed off, noticing Malia's stare, which probably meant,
' Yes, I can tell when you're lying.'

She sighed, giving up.
"Yea, I do. A lot actually."
Malia shrugged.
"And he likes you."
Lydia shook her head slowly, her expression falling a bit.
"No, I don't think so. Not anymore."
Malia exhaled a little impatiently.
"Yes he does Lydia. Even a blind idiot could see that."
Lydia frowned slightly.
"I've let him hang onto me for so many years, I doubt he would've waited around."
The werecoyote rolled her eyes on expaseration.
"Lydia Martin, please just listen to me for once. You need to confront him and tell him how you feel, because I can practically guarantee that you won't be rejected."
Lydia nodded, rubbing her eyes.
"You're right," she admitted.
"I do need to tell him."
An awkward silence hung in the air a few moments.
"So uh," Lydia cleared her throat, shifting slightly against the plush sofa.
"What's going on with you and Isaac?"
Malia felt her cheeks heat up of their own accord, and silently willed them to calm down before she turned into a glimmering lobster.
"Nothing is happening with me and Isaac," she said harshly.
Lydia smirked, unfazed.
"Oh, Okay, so there was no particular reason for you both to be asleep in his hospital bed?"
The brunette opened her mouth a couple of times, reminding Lydia of a fish out of water.
"It was nothing - the chairs are uncomfortable and it was cold - oh, shut up, Lydia!" Her face turned from tomato to beetroot at the sight of Lydia's stifled giggles.
She eventually stopped, catching a small tear from the corner of her eye.
"Sorry, sorry - but seriously now," she said, gently placing a hand on Malias knee.
"You're good for each other."
Malia couldn't help her eyes flicking up in surprise at Lydia's honest words.
"Isaac needs someone like you. And honestly - your reluctance to leave that awful place shows how much you care about him."
A small smile crept onto her lips, and Malia soon followed suit, Lydia's hope and optimism sparking something in her.
"Yea, I guess."
—
He had been let out of the hospital merely moments before he was asking for the ferociously defensive girl with the enticing eyes.
Scott laughed over the phone.
"Dude, you're obsessed. She's at Lydia-"
And Isaac had hung up before Scott had been given the chance to finish.

Within minutes Isaac was Rapping on Lydia's front door, bouncing ever so subtly on the balls of his feet.
The corners of his mouth turned up at the sight of Malia opening the door, even the plain view of her defocusing everything else around him.
There was only Malia.

"Hi," he said, almost breathlessly.
"Scott told me you would be-"
He was cut off by her small form pressing against him and a pair of skinny arms lacing around his neck.
She rose on her tiptoes slightly, burying her nose in the crook of his shoulder.
He let out a small laugh, instantly wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off of the floor so that the tips of her toes were raised.
She laughed a bit.
"You're Okay."
"Of course I am," he said in surprise.
"Why wouldn't I be?"

Malia didn't answer.
All she cared about was right there in her arms.
She had Isaac and that was what mattered.
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