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At first Wanda was here to see Pietro. Ever since she heard what happened with Luna, she thought it best to come and support her brother. On the night of her arrival, she, Luna and Pietro talked for a while, but it seemed as if he didn't need anyone but Luna at the moment. Doug had kindly made up a bed for the Scarlet Witch, and Warlock was very interested in talking with her. Lorna and Remy were very quiet for some reason, and giving each other the odd glance every now and then.

Pietro wanted the day and evening with Luna, since she was already so big he wanted to attempt to be the father he should've been, and was taking her to varies of places for the two of them to relax. Wanda couldn't help but think of Tommy and Billy at a time like this. Wanda decided to pay the green haired mistress of magnetism a visit instead. Since she was here, she may as well try to bond with Lorna as her brother has. They were related by blood, but never had a chance to be normal sisters, but when Magneto was ever concerned in anything normal wasn't an option. She politely excused herself from the presence of Warlock and Danger, and made her way to Lorna's room. 

When Wanda knocked, she didn't get a reply.  "She's at the bar down the road," A female voice said from behind her, jumping Wanda a bit. "I'm Georgia by the way," "Well it's good to meet you Georgia. And what do you mean?" "Lorna said something about going for a drink, and she doesn't like to drink at the base. At least that's what Doug told me, so I assume she's at the bar down the road?" "Hmm, thank you." "Is she okay?" The girl asked. Wanda couldn't think why Lorna wouldn't be. She's the leader of a very successful team, she has great friends here and seemed pretty happy the other day, even if she was quiet. "I think so."

And that was that, the brunette made her way to the bar down the road that Georgia mentioned. The bar was pretty old, but Georgia was correct. Lorna was sitting at one of the tables on her own, in civilian clothes, as was Wanda. She made her way over to her, and sat at the table after asking.

"Want a drink?" Lorna offered. "It's three in the afternoon?" Wanda somewhat questioned, but soon gave in. They weren't getting crazy drunk, just a casual drink. Why not. "Is everything okay?" Wanda asked after bringing over two bottles of cider.  "Yeah, good, fine." Lorna took her drink a little too quickly. "I just need a little break, y'know? I mean I love the team, but I just want to be Lorna Dane." "Who is Lorna?" Wanda asked. "I never got a chance to grow up with the little sister I dreamed off. Tell me all about yourself, and not the mutant side. The you side." Not many asked that question to mutants like them.  "Well, in high school I was... Urgh, you're going to laugh at me." She buried her face in her hands, and couldn't help but smile a little. "I promise I won't!" "I was captain of the chess club."  "That's not that bad!" "I guess, but I loved chess. My uncle taught me to play and I couldn't stop. I found out I was a mutant through it." "How?" "I was playing a championship and I was about to win," "But?" "But I lost. I was sure my enemy was cheating, and flipped out, next thing you know chess pieces and the board were flying everywhere." A few laughs were exchanged and the girls continued to tell anecdotes about the each of them growing up. There was even a few stories about Pietro was a child. 

About two more bottles later, shots were introduced. "I want to hear all about you and Remy!" Wanda demanded, very tipsy now.  "What?" Lorna hadn't told anyone about the kiss, how could she have known? Can she read minds? "I saw the way you two looked at each other yesterday. He likes you." "He likes a lot of girls," and that was apart of the problem. Lorna explained about the kiss, and how she slapped him - to which Wanda laughed quite a lot. "I don't think I could get into a relationship. Not right now," Understandable, Wanda thought as she nodded. "I mean he's hot. Like really really hot. Mouth wateringly hot. But I couldn't. So, how about you? Any heart throbs?" Lorna wanted to move the spot light off of her for a moment. "What about that Captain, huh?" "Steve? We're just friends!" Wanda defended herself, but Lorna gave her a look of disbelief. "Okay we too, made out."  "I knew it!" "It was Christmas, and he was spending it alone so I suggested he came over for dinner, and we were watching that British Christmas film, and we kissed, and..." "And?!" Lorna wanted to know more. "We did more than kiss." "You didn't!" "I know, I know," Wanda looked almost guilty. Almost. "But I couldn't help myself. We haven't really been alone much since Christmas, but he's dropped hints he liked it." For a moment there was silence, then laughter.  "This is nice. I wish I had a sister when I was growing up," Lorna sighed somewhat happily in the thought of what her childhood would have been like with Wanda involved.  "Me too." The Scarlet Witch smiled.

“You're not as untouchable as you think, Malia.” Stephanie Jones, a girl from a few of her classes came up and spoke to her. Malia never really had a conversation with her before, she had nothing to offer Malia as a friend. “Excuse me?” “That little stunt you pulled the other day, walking out of class – not cool.” She was glaring now. Malia had a flashback to what it would be like in the forest. “It caused that stupid teacher to walk out of her class to find you, and she caught me skipping her class, among other things.” She didn't care for rumours that ran around school, but if Malia heard right then Stephanie was caught smoking pot on school grounds. “That wasn't my fault. I had somewhere to be, not my fault you messed up.” Malia shrugged, and attempted to walk off. “You're a slut Malia. Everyone knows it!” Stephanie was shouting a little too loudly, knowing it would get the attention of the entire hallway. “I bet you and Stiles aren't as close as you pretend to be. Just fuck buddies, like you are with Scott McCall, Liam, I even heard Lydia got a piece of the freak you are.” Malia's hands slowly turned into fists as she stopped when Stephanie mentioned Stiles. “But I wouldn't be so upset, because non of them love you. Not even Stiles. I heard you're just his rebound from Lydia.” Stephanie was desperate to get a reaction out of Malia, she wanted her to feel the same amount of shame and embarrassment she felt when she got caught skipping class.

Malia couldn't help herself. She turned around to face Stephanie, and in a few quick steps she was in front of her, and she wanted to wrap her hands around her neck, but a crowd formed around them, so Malia breathed for a second and pushed her out of the way before running out of school.

Stiles was the first to find her. He heard from the buzz around school what had happened, and knew where Malia would be. “Hey,” Stiles was cautious, not wanting to upset Malia any more than she already was.

She didn't respond, and was still in her position of burying her head in her knees as she sat still.

“Don't listen to Stephanie Jones. She's just a pothead who's a giant bitch.”

“Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” Malia asked.

By that point Stiles was next to her, sitting on the ground infront of the old car. “I-I don't know.”

The words of Stephanie were running around in her head, and she wanted to cry. She didn't like this pain or attachment she had found herself with, but she liked Stiles. It was more than like. For Stiles he was just confused, he had never had a proper girlfriend before, and he didn't want to mess up what he had with Malia. “I want to be,” He said after a few agonizing seconds. “I mean if you want to be that is. I don't want to rush you.”

“Of course I want too!” Malia was excited. Still angry, but excited. “But I'm more than a rebound, right?” “Yes – Yes. You're more than a rebound. I never liked anyone the way I like you.” “Really? What about...” “I thought I loved her okay, but then you came along and showed me what love is.”

Stiles didn't even realize what he said before the words left his mouth. “You love me?”

“Can we go back to mine?” Stiles asked.

After arriving at the Stillinski home, Malia took a shower and managed to calm down a lot by that time. The couple had a serious conversation about where their relationship was going. “You gotta promise me you won't let anyone like Stephanie Jones get to you? She has no idea what I feel.” “I know...” She almost sighed. “I just wish I could rip her face open.” Stiles gave her a look, before she apologized and they went back to watching Mamma Mia, surprisingly Malia is a huge fan of romantic movies, and that was just perfect in his books.

When the sheriff came home, Stiles and Malia were in his room and he decided he'd take a late shower, which left Malia downstairs alone with the Sheriff since she had nothing else to do.

“So how's everything?” He asked. “Fine. I mean schools tough, but Stiles is helping with that.” “That's good. How's your dad?” “Okay I guess. He gets upset over my mom and sister a lot.” She shrugged, but on the inside she felt a lot of pain for her dad. He's a kind man, who had a family ripped away from him so cruelly, and it was all her fault. That was apart of the reason she didn't go home as much.

“Hmm, okay.” The Sheriff was quiet for a moment, before offering Malia a glass of water. “I know things have been... tough.” That was putting it a bit lightly. “I mean I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around the whole thing.” “You have nothing to be worried about. Stiles was my first, even when I was a coyote I never-” “I mean that with all of you being supernatural creatures and loads of people trying to kill you.” “Oh.” Malia never even thought of that.

“You're both using protection, right?” “Yes.” She nodded, with a proud little smile since it was her idea in the first place.