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Stiles loved mischief. His mothers nickname for him was differently fitting. He learned how to lie and persuade at a very young age. While most kids his age were learning how to read he wasn't focused on that. Instead he'd hide one thing every morning from his mom and then at the end of the day put it where she looked first. He thought it was hilarious. As he got older his sense of humor changed. He learned consequences. Cause and affect. Such as if you look at someone else when your affectionate with your partner that person will get a mentality. Then if they walk in on you fucking your partner and all your attention is on said partner the other person will be heartbroken. He'd never officially done that. He'd done experiments but never went through. Despite everything stiles wasn't a bad person. He wanted to help and make people happy. But he could be malicious when the moment called.
"Malia!" Stiles said walking up next to her. "Hey." She mumbled. "Hey. I'm sorry if this sounds awkward but would you be willing to come over after school. My dad won't be home." He asked. She smirked. "That's be nice. I'd love to catch up." She responded. "It's a date. See you later." Stiles chuckled.
Stiles doorbell rang. He stood up from the Couch and invited her in. She walked into The living room "ooh popcorn." She said. "Yeah.. I was thinking we could Netflix and chill- I MEAN... watch Netflix and hang out!" Stiles blurted out. "Yeah sounded good. And fyi I'm down to do either." She giggled. He laughed and sat down. She sat down next to him. They both shared a love for horror. Tho she was more info sci-fi while he was a psychological horror buff. He turned on 28 days later. Slowly stiles slid his arm over the couch and onto her shoulder. She melted into him almost immediately
Neglect can come in all forms. Even when a child is fed, well dressed, medically and academically taken care of they still could be emotionally neglected. Stiles father was a stern believer in boys never cry. And from a young age stiles had learned he couldn't trust anyone but himself and his mother. He learned to cope. He learned how to calm his father. And after his mom died he learned that he could never, ever let another person in. That's why this hurt so bad. Despite the fighting and pain Derek was the only one who understood what it was like to feel the need to put up shields. He let Derek in. Never again we'll he ever let anyone in or know how bad he hurts. That just leads to heart break.
30 missed calls 45 messages and 22 voicemails. Stiles never knew that ignoring someone would make him so popular. He's got Malia now. His plans going good. Next he has to ask her to be his girlfriend. He called her. "Hey!" She said cheerfully. "Hi!" He said back "I was just calling to ask if uhm..." he paused. "What?" She inquired. "If you'll be my girlfriend.... Again?" He asked. She smiled. "Yeah. That'd be great!" She said. "Oh thank god. Uhm... do you wanna go to a pack meeting with me?" He asked "sure.." she giggled.
Stiles walked in holding malias hand. They sat down together on the couch. Derek was sitting in the chair alone not talking to anyone he looked pissed that he had to be there but you shoulda seen his face when he saw her resting her head on his shoulder and him playing with her hair. He was fucking livid. But it's not like he could say much. They were over. Jackson, Lydia and Scott brought out food and Scott started up spider man homecoming, far from home and no way home in a row. He turned off the lights as everyone got comfortable. A couple minutes in he pecked Malias head while he stared down Derek. Soon after he caressed her hand and winked at Derek. That how it went on for the next six and a half hours. Derek looked drained by the end the lights flipped on and he was out of there. He grabbed his jacket and started walking out. "Derek's leaving." Maila mumbled to him. "Is he?" Stiles mumbled in a uncaring tone. "Is something going on between you too. I thought y'all were friends?" She asked. "Just Stuff. You get it." He answered turning to look at her.
