orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xviii. lunatic

[ start of lunatic part two ]

AFTER THE UNSPOKEN misunderstanding at the lacrosse scrimmage, Eleanor's mind was somewhere else. She didn't know what was going on, how she was feeling and she was completely and utterly confused, which Jaden noticed almost immediately. He decided not to ask her any questions, afraid that it may upset her, and so he sent her to the only person he knew would possibly be able to handle it. Mumma McCall.

  Melissa had been a god send every single time Eleanor had problems that guys didn't know how to fix. When she was little, Melissa was like the mom she wish she still had, and when Laura and Derek came along, Laura was normally out on hunts or trips when Eleanor needed someone to talk to. In the end, Melissa was always there. She was there when ten year old Eleanor whispered in her ear that she 'may or may not' fancy a certain Stilinski, she was there when she got into her first fight with Derek, and she was there through her first heartbreak, something she had endured not too long ago. Granted, she didn't tell Melissa much, she didn't really tell anyone much, but the generous mother was still there. There to care for Eleanor like she was her own.

  And so, when the front door of the McCall household opened, and the woman was met by a close to tears Eleanor, she knew something was wrong. Even more so when Eleanor started to cry.

  Melissa ushered the young girl into her living room, sitting her down on the sofa as she enveloped her into a hug. "Oh honey, what's wrong?"

  Eleanor just continued to cry. She cried for Laura, she cried for Scott, she cried for Derek, she cried for the Alpha, she cried for Stiles and she cried for herself. Sobs wracked her body and she allowed herself to fall into the loving embrace of someone she could call mum.

  Once she had been consoled to the level of talking, she began to explain why she had turned up unannounced. She left out minor details, about the full moon and who kissed her exactly, but Melissa got the gist of what she was saying. She was scared because she liked Stiles, and she didn't want anything to jeopardise that. And although Melissa knew that this wasn't Eleanor's only problem, and that there must be a couple other ulterior problems Eleanor was dealing with, she didn't push.

  "Sweetheart, let me tell you something. Stiles is your best friend, he loves you, he cares about you, and he trusts you. He'd be absolutely insane, although I'm certain he already is, not to like you." This made Eleanor giggle.

  "I just - just really like him, you know? And it was just all so sudden today."

  "I know honey, but it'll get better. Nobody wants to believe it, but it will get better."

  Eleanor smiled, thankful that she had someone like Melissa McCall in her life. The teenager seemed more relaxed now, and her gaze shifted downward, and her eyes immediately widened as she noted that Melissa was in her work clothes.