Blue Love (Malia Tate)

#It's A School Night

I don't Own anything Teen Wolf (Teardrop) But I give full credit to Jeff Davis and his Awesome Crew and Cast :D on the show

I only own Debby as well my original plot and Characters that wasn't on the Show.

Debby's Pov

Racing to Deaton's, Scott and I carry Derek inside, While Stiles and Lydia follows us inside. It's unreal I've seen so much but never something that turns a person's age backwards *Is it permanent?* it makes no sense. Laying Derek on an exam table Deaton looks at us,

"So you found him like this?"

"Have you seen this before?"

"No never"

Looking at us I decide to ask,

"What do we do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Deaton looks at us sighing. I don't have a problem with Deaton, but between him and his sister I feel like he has many secrets. He smiles looking at us,

"That's right, beside tonight's a school night"

We nod looking still uneasy. I turned to Scott and back at Derek,

"Someone should stay with him"

"I'll stay"

We looked at Lydia; Stiles turns to us shaking his head,

"I don't like this. At All"

"Go guys I got this"

Stiles look very uneasy

"Still don't like this"

Scott and I grab his shoulder dragging him out. I turn to Deaton and Lydia,

"Call if anything"

They nod while I make my way to the door when Stiles exclaims,

"Just because you two are stronger"

Driving in my driveway I notice the house still looked very eerie like no one has been there *where is my brother* Opening the door I start to call out for him,

"Kyle?"

I sat my keys down before walking upstairs when I notice my bedroom door was open *I know I closed that before leaving*

"Kyle?"

*Where is he?* my brother may be many things but he was not a deserter, he would of told me if he would of told me he was going on a trip or something. Taking a deep breath I ready my claws before opening the door and she Malia siting at my desk reading my journal.

""How come you never write about me"

"I do so write about you"

"Lies"

She lifted up the journal,

"In here, you write about everyone"

"No I don't "

"You sure because I read each one of this entries, and none on me"

I sit on my bed slapping the space beside me,

"Don't think of it like that"

"What do you mean? Am I not good enough to be in your Journal?"

"No absolutely, that's not it at all"

"Then why aren't I in this book"

"Because why would I write about you when I can have the really think?"