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I don’t care.”

"Depends on what you would consider as bad. " His hands moved from the nape of his neck and down to his chest. The demon quirked his eyebrow and smiled. He was starting to get an  idea of what was making Stiles squirm. “Is it weird if I.. touch certain spots?”

This should not be happening. This is a nightmare. Void did not just ask that, did he? This is most definitely a nightmare—he’d like to wake up now. “—don’t you dare touch any certain spots. I’d much rather not see that play out.” He might be slightly curious but he won’t let him know that.

Lydia looked at him as she adds with a sigh. "Fine! I just think that cause you are pale and when you are pale like that it’s not really good so.” She huffed as she sat down next to him. "So, how are things with malia? hope you two are fine.” Lie.

“No, Lydia. Malia and I broke up, if you’re so curious.” He scoffed, folding his arms across his chest—he and Malia had another stupid fight and in the end, Malia left. Hence why he was being so bitter.

"Hm… no, I don’t think so."

“—why are you doing this?”

❛ I’m seein’ dead people, Stiles, that don’t exactly warrant a SANE outlook. My grandma… She’d know, but m’ dad won’t talk about it. He just mutters somethin’ about my mom and walks away. Like ‘m bad. ❜

“NINA, my best friend is a werewolf. A girl I used to like is a banshee. Seriously—there is nothing wrong with you.” He leans in and grabs her hand, squeezing it with a small smile. “You’ll be fine, alright? It takes time, but you’ll be fine. I know you will.”

        “What do you mean it’s not an issue? It is to              me. What if they thought I was hitting on them              instead, damn.                                 —but fine. Let’s move on.”

Well, he obviously didn’t think about that. “—right. Well, like I said, let’s move on with our lives. Who needs ‘em, anyways?”

She smiles at the praise, pleased she got something right for once; that is, until he writes down three numbers. There’s a 45 in there somewhere, and she knows the order those numbers go in… but with an extra number, it jumbles and twists and she’s not sure where to write 445 or 454. 45 is in both of those. She stares concentratedly at the paper for a few long minutes, not wanting to disappoint him, but she really can’t work it out. So she hazards a guess at 445, hoping it’s the right option. ❛ I mentioned I hate math, right ??  ❜

He watches her concentrate in silence. Stiles believes that she can do it—he knows working with a learning disorder is difficult, but he honestly believes in her & he was proved right when she wrote down the correct number. It pulled a smile on his lips & he gave her an approving nod. “—Good job! You got that one too. I’m pretty sure you just guessed, but we’ll get there.” He’s grinning now & nudges her slightly. “Math isn’t fun, I couldn’t agree more, but I’m going to help you get there. I promise.”

❛ I’m my mom, okay ? I look like her, I act like her, I inherited her stupid freakin’ abilities and that was his final straw. To him I ain’t his daughter, I’m the girl who can’t be perfect and I couldn’t save her. I was meant to be a witch so I could do it, and I’m not so I couldn’t. I was TEN, Stiles. You’re the only one who doesn’t hate me. ❜

“You’re not your mother, Nina. Your father expects too much from you, okay? Nobody is perfect! If he honestly thinks that you should be, he’s got more issues than just one. It wasn’t your fault, Nina. Your mother’s death was not your fault. You need to understand that right now. Her death was NOT your fault. There are things in this world that we cannot control and your mother’s death is definitely one of them. I want you to stop blaming your- self for something you could not control. Stop doubting yourself because you are more than you realize.”

     ❛ ‘m studying… ❜

the brunet let out a groan, rolling on the bed to snatch the book out of her hands. “—please? It’s three in the afternoon, Malia! You can study later and I’ll help, but please watch Star Wars with me?”

"I can try?" Allison offered up, but glancing up at Stiles, she saw he was using his serious face, and there’d be no attempting to lighten the mood now. "Stiles… you know what he’ll be like. Treat me like I can’t take care of myself and… I can. I’ll just… find my own way to get control. It can’t be that hard, right?"

“Yes, I know exactly how he can be. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, remember? He’ll understand. You CAN do it on your own, you can take care of yourself, I get that & he will too, but CONTROL isn’t something you can do by yourself. You need Scott for this, Allison—you know that.”

The kiss kind of threw him off a bit,so he might be a little disorientatedfor a minute. “—malia. Hi.” he retur-ned after a moment, a smile finallybreaking through across his face.

She pecked his lips again before she sat down close to him. “So, want to do something together? Your dad is working the overnight shift and we are totally alone…we could order a pizza and eat all the ice cream we want.”

“You know, that does sound appealing.” He chuckled softly & nodded his head. “Should we make the call now? We can have them bring soda too. What kind did you like? Maybe have them bring a cheesecake. I don’t think you’ve had one in a while, have you?”

"I haven’t been doing anything,  I’m just saying. Eat healthier  now and you can afford more  junk food later.”

“—you’re not making any sense. Tell me to eat healthy and that if I eat healthy I can afford to eat junk food but you don’t WANT me to eat junk food. Are you confusing me on purpose?”

     ”i would think an education for a       teenager would be a good idea.           why are you asking such dumb      bloody questions?”

Stiles snorted—this kid was something else. Rolling his eyes, he worried at his lip with his teeth & grinned. “—I’m known for asking dumb questions. What would you I rather ask?”

"I need a fur coat. I need my fur coat.”

“—Malia, I don’t know how to change you back. You’d have to ask Derek, but in the meantime—cuddles work just as fine as a fur coat.”

"Please don’t tell me you’re going to wear that for my party? If you want to wear it just drop the pants and wear a suits with tie.”

Looking down at his clothes, Stiles frowned. “—what’s wrong with what I'm wearing?” he didn’t seem to be seeing the same thing as her; he quite liked what he was wearing.