Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Stilinski! Happy birthday to you!"
Stiles furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he chuckles slightly, watching Luna walk into his bedroom holding a cake.
He stands up and walks over to his desk where she was placing the cake down.
"Uh Luna what is this?"
"A birthday cake!" Luna replies as she proceeds to light the candles on top.
"Well I know that. Why?"
"It's for you silly!"
Stiles smiles shaking his head at the grinning girl, "My birthday was a week ago."
Luna sighs, "I know... but with us getting kidnapped and everything happening with Jackson and Gerard, everyone kind of forgot about everything else. Including your birthday. And that's a special day... It was the day my bestest friend was brought into this world! I don't know where I would be without him. I'm sorry I forgot Stiles."
Stiles ruffles Luna's hair making her squeal in annoyance, "It's alright tater tot. I'm not upset with anyone. We had a lot going on."
"Good! Well, you're 17 now! Such an old man."
Stiles scoffs, "Oh please you're next... old lady."
Luna glares playfully, "Now you've taken it too far."
The two laugh reveling in a small moment of joy. Luna grins holding up the cake once more. Stiles smiles and closes his eyes making a wish before blowing out the candles.
"Thanks again Luna. You didn't have to do that."
"Oh shush and eat this cake with me."
Stiles chuckles and nods as Luna gives him a fork.
Together the two spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating birthday cake. And honestly, Stiles couldn't think of a better way to spend his birthday.
...
Months Later
Under a wall of sample designs including hearts, barbed roses, tribal symbols and all manner of typography, a tattoo artist looks over a folded piece of paper.
"Good thing you drew me a picture."
Luna chuckles at the man's sarcastic tone as they all stare at the paper which held two simple bold black lines, one slightly thicker than the other. The tattoo artists moves away and starts getting his instruments together.
Sitting in the client chair, Scott McCall gives the man a nervous smile. By the counter, Stiles holds up a book of sample tattoos flipping through the pages as Luna looks at one for her.
