Malia can remember the exact moment when she realized she liked Phoenix. It's a distinct moment, etched so clearly into her mind that Malia can't help but remember everything - the way she felt, the things she thought, the things she saw, even the things she smelt.
They were sitting in the den like they had done all this time, sat cross-legged, bodies turned completely to face one another. He was talking about something, and strangely enough, that is the one thing she can't remember. They were sitting so close, close enough for her to smell his cologne, and close enough for her to see every detail of his face, every little spot, every little bump, every little line, and she was so invested in studying his face, so distracted that she couldn't pay attention to what he was saying.
And then she looked at his eyes, and she knew it all changed. Because when she looked in his eyes she didn't just see green eyes, but this brightness, this forest green shade that was so damn familiar Malia felt her heart swell just a little at the sight of it.
Three months after she first met him, and Malia can remember the exact moment when she realized seeing Phoenix felt a little bit like coming home.
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Phoenix || Malia Tate
FanfictionShe struggles with the human life, but it is not Stiles she confides in. It is a boy named Phoenix, who's eyes remind her a little too much of home.
