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Malia covered her face with her hands as she groaned out loud. She didn’t like these awkward conversations and wished she could run into the woods to avoid them. “God you aren’t going to let this go are you?”
Scott laughed, shaking his head. "No, I will not let it go, but I'll shut up for now."
Malia laughed with Scott. “Stop it with that dorky smile!” Malia cringed but her laugh faded out when he called her Stiles’s girl. It was a strange thing to hear since the two hadn’t defined whatever type of relationship they had. “You’ve defined the relationship before we have…”
"I will never stop with it because it's my natural smile, thank you very much." Scott laughed and cocked his head at Malia. "Yeah, well I know Stiles better than he knows himself. You mean a lot to him, I know that."
"What dreams?" Liam said under his breath. He leaned forward in his seat, fiddling with his laces"If it was dreams, I think that it might be easier. I’d know when it would happen."
"Wait.." Scott looked at him seriously. "You're not just seeing them in your dreams? You see them randomly?"
Malia smiled back at Scott. For so long Malia had felt as if she had no place in Beacon Hills but recent events had changed that feeling. “You’re a dork you know that.” Malia said as she playfully shoved Scott, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing.
Scott laughed, watching the girl blush. "Hey, I know I'm a dork, but I'm a dorks best friend so I just needed to make sure that this dork's best friend and his girl were doing alright."
At the name, Stiles looked down, knowing what was coming next and resisting the urge to ask why it still felt like it was, if what they kept telling him was true. “Doesn’t really mean I couldn’t have done something.” He sighed. “Hey, you know that’s not really your job, right? Scott, you can’t really save everyone. No one can. You’re a werewolf, but you’re not really a superhero, ya know?”
Scott shook his head. "Stiles, you were practically possessed. That's exactly what it means. You had no control over what the nogitsune was doing, so no, you couldn't have done anything." He ran his hands over his face before shrugging. "I feel like I need to though... Everyone else before me. It's my job. My job as alpha to protect my pack and.. I didn't do good enough last time.."
"I hate buying shoes. And mine were worn to being soft and everything and .. I hate shopping."
"So clean your shoes..? I can't tell you much more than that." Scott chuckled slightly. "How have you been, Liam..? Are you're dreams going away?"
Lydia looked down at her hands, staring intently as she rolled one over in the other. “I know, Scott.. Trust me, I know. We’ve just.. we’ve got to be okay. We can’t let anyone else die. I can’t lose anyone else, Scott.”
Scott sighed softly, holding back the emotions he knew were coming "I can't lose anyone else either, Lydia... I- I can't."
"Well you don’t need to be awkward with me." She assured him, smiling at his name. "I’ve heard a lot about you, Scott."
"I don't have the best history with teachers.." Scott thought about how one had died, the other had sacrificed virgins while hooking up with Derek, one was a short-tempered coach, and another was Kira's dad.. Nope. Nothing normal. "From my old teachers or...?"
"It was my home for years and it didn’t have things like math or school drama there." Malia blushed lightly when Scott brought up Stiles. She liked Stiles a lot but she wasn’t sure what they had… it was complicated. "Stiles is a big reason as to why I like being a human."
"Who doesn't like no math and drama?" Scott smirked slightly. "That's adorable. You two are cute together."
He scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk, then fidgeting around at the more serious conversation topic. “Yeah..I..It just..still sucks that some of it could have been avoided.” He sighed, reminding himself not to go there. He knew what he’d be told, any ways. It ‘wasn’t his fault’. “Well, yeah, but I don’t mean just death. It’d be pretty cool to sense the danger before any one got close to death, wouldn’t it?”
Scott knew what Stiles was talking about, and it hurt him to think about it. "You mean like Allison." It was less of a question that he'd intended it to be, but more a statement, like the lingering pain in the air. "It's not your fault." He looked his best friend in the eyes, just reassuring him. "Yeah.. I just wish there was a way to help everyone."
But I like my old shoes.
Well, just get the same type of shoe..?
"‘I’d like to say yes. To say that I would like to live a normal human life and I would if that meant that my mom and sister wouldn’t have to die but I like being a coyote. I like shifting fully and running through the woods.”
"I can understand that.. You really do like the woods don't you?" Scott chuckled. "What about Stiles? Is he another reason you're glad that you're a coyote.. Because that's how you met him?"
"And you have the added stress of being an alpha. Would you take it back if you could? You know the bite and all this werewolf crap."
"Yeah, but it's my job... I'm a true alpha.. I wouldn't be one if I didn't deserve it, I guess." Scott shook his head. "I don't think I would, to be honest... It's helped me grow as a person. I've been able to help a lot of people. What about you? If you had the chance of growing up as a human, would you?"
"I’m alive, just stressed." Malia closed her book and finally looked up at her werewolf alpha. "How are you doing Scott, since Mexico and the whole Kate thing?"
"I completely understand" He sighed softly and shrugged. "I'm alright. I could be worse, right? I'm living, so I guess I can't really complain. I'm just a little bit on edge."
"What’s up, I’m trying to study?"
"Just wanted to see how you were doing.. You know, Beacon Hills has been really quiet lately, so I wanted to make sure you were... alive." Scott paused for a moment. "So uhh.. How are you?"
"Okay, for one, I didn’t obsess over it, okay? And for two..shut up.” He crossed as arms as if he’d made a valid argument with that last part. “Great..so I’m not just paranoid and crazy. That’s great. Except now I have no idea whether to be relieved that it isn’t just me or even more freaked out and jumpy than before.” He sighed. “..Why can’t werewolves come with some kind of cool wolfy senses? You know, like, something that signals when we’re all potentially about to die?”
"Mhmm sure.." Scott smirked, knowing he'd won the conversation, but allowing Stiles to think that he had. "I think we're all a little paranoid and crazy because it's constantly been people in our circle that we've been losing, or that have been going crazy. So yeah, I'm paranoid." Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "Isn't that Lydia's job? It's pretty much what she does... She can sense death... Too bad we can't exactly stop it from happening.."
Stiles shrugged, willing himself not to say One Direction even if Fireproof was probably the most kickass song he’d heard in a long time. “Hey, I don’t care what your orientation is, you’re lying to yourself if you say you don’t want Danny’s validation.” Stiles rolled his eyes, nodding at the last few words. “Yeah, I’d gladly do that if I wasn’t pretty sure the sound and sight were permanently etched into my brain…But, as far as why I’m actually here…Scott, don’t you think this is kind of weird? I mean, how long has it been since we were able to talk and joke around like this without something bursting in and trying to kill us? It’s weird, right? I’m not the only one completely uncomfortable with being seemingly safe?”
Scott stared at Stiles, laughing. "I'll give you that, Stiles. But you were the only one to practically obsess over it." He joked and pulled on clothes, shaking his head. Scott turned back around to look at his friend, sighing softly. "Lydia and I just talked about this yesterday.. It feels too quiet for Beacon Hills.. It's unsettling. Every time we have something new to battle it gets worse and worse.. Last time we nearly all died... This next thing is terrifying me, because who knows what it'll do... Or what it is and what it looks like... We're all just scared and on edge.."
