You were the little sister of Stiles Stilinski. You, too, were human. You knew about the supernatural creatures, having almost been ripped to shreds by your brother’s new girlfriend, Malia.
You were dating Liam Dunbar, Scott’s new beta. Of course, your brother didn’t know. He had forbidden you from ever going on a date with him, since you first told him Liam had asked you out.
You had never seen your brother turn so red. He might as well have been one of those cartoon characters who get so angry, smoke comes out of their ears.
But, what your brother didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.
You were getting dressed for a date. You had your story already and three friends to cover for you.
“Christina?” you heard from your doorway.
You turned around to find your brother standing there.
“What’s up, Stiles?” you asked.
“Where are you going, Christina?” he asked, confused.
“Emily’s mom is having a hard time with her newest break up, so me, Cori, and Nina are going to cheer her up,” you lied easily.
You could lie with a steady heartbeat.
You didn’t know why or how you could, but it always helped around werewolves.
“Did you tell Dad?” he asked.
“Of course,” you said.
Your dad knew your secret and loved Liam.
He shrugged.
“Good luck,” he said, leaving to his own room.
You grabbed your bag and phone, skipping outside.
Liam was in his mom’s car parked a block down.
You easily slid into the passenger’s seat.
You shared a quick kiss.
“Hey babe, I missed you,” he smiled.
“I missed you, too,” you said, smiling back.
Liam began to drive.
“Where are we going tonight?” you asked.
“Bowling,” he said.
“Sounds awesome,” you said.
“It will be. With you,” he said, cheekily.
You arrived in no time and began playing.
“Christina, you go first,” Liam said.
You grabbed a ball, and rolled it down the lane, only hitting 7 pins.
“Yours now, babe,” you said.
Liam rolled it, getting a strike.
He laughed and pretended to dust off his shoulders.
“Freaking werewolf,” you muttered.
Liam heard you and kissed your cheek.
You both went back and forth, playing for a while, until you took a break to eat some cardboard pizza they served on the side.
“How did you get away from your brother?” he asked.
“Faked a break up gathering,” you shrugged.
“Sounds serious,” he joked.
“Oh, it is. If a friend goes through a breakup, you have to drop everything and run,” you informed him.
“Who was going through a breakup?” he asked.
“Emily’s mom,” you chuckled.
“You’re adorable,” Liam said, kissing your nose.
“Stop,” you said, pushing him away and blushing.
“I can’t. I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” you responded, kissing him.
“You had better not, for your sake,” an angry voice said from behind you.
You winced and turned to see an angry Stiles.
“Hey, Stiles. What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to act nonchalant.
“Jeep. Now,” he ordered.
You stood and so did Liam.
“Just Christina,” Stiles corrected.
Liam sat back down and gave you a worried look.
“No matter what happens, I love you,” you said, giving him a quick kiss.
Stiles pushed you two apart and began to drag you out to the jeep.
“I love you, too!” Liam shouted after you.
Stiles slammed you inside the jeep and drove like mad man back home.
He threw you on the couch before beginning to scold you.
“HOW DARE YOU? I HAD FORBIDDEN IT! AND YOU STILL DATE HIM? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU CRAZY? DO YOU WANT TO GET HURT? HE IS DANGEROUS! BEFORE AND NOW ESPECIALLY AFTER THE WHOLE WEREWOLF CHANGE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Stiles shouted.
You started to speak, but Stiles quickly cut you off.
“Oh wait, let me guess. You weren’t,” he patronized.
You snapped.
“Dad knows and he was perfectly fine with it! You’re the only one who seems to have a problem and i don’t know why! And another thing, I don’t care what you say! And why don’t you preach what you pray, you’re dating a freaking werecoyote who is reintegrating into human society! What does that say about you, you hypocrite! And don’t even get me started on brains!” you exclaimed.
Stiles stood stunned.
“You told dad?” he asked.
You nodded.
“Who else knows?” he questioned softly.
“Everyone except you,” you answered.
Stiles sat next to you, burying his face in his hands.
“Stiles?” you asked, confused.
Stiles hugged you tight.
“I’ve been acting like a huge dick,” he realized.
“No duh,” you responded.
“I didn’t… I mean… I just… I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said.
“I can take care of myself,” you said.
“I know,” he sighed, “It’s just that we’re all supposed to take care of each other.”
“And we do,” you nodded, “But sometimes it’s okay to be independent.”
Stiles nodded.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized and you patted his head.
“It’s okay. But if Liam dumps me, you’re dead,” you said sweetly.
There was a knock on the door and Stiles answered it.
He led in Liam, holding roses in his hand.
Liam hugged you, handing you the flowers and kissing your forehead.
“Alright, you two, you have my blessing or whatever,” Stiles spoke, “But Liam, you hurt Christina, and I cut off your werewolf balls.”
You and Liam laughed.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
