I'm going to catch you all up on what's happening, It's been 3 months since the incident in Mexico, I've been single for that long, Stiles and I have been closer, Cut my hair, and I've been better.

Stiles invited me to go out and eat pizza with him. I'm getting ready to go out. I but on a nude crop top with mom jeans. I ran to my closet and grabbed my vans. I heard a honk and I went out the door.

"Ready?"

"You bet." I smiled as he drove to the pizza place. We ordered a pepperoni pizza with cheese fries on the side. As I ate, Stiles kept staring at me. "What?"

"Something about you." He looked harder. "Something's different."

"My hair?" He clapped his hands and smiled.

"I knew it!" I laughed.

"I don't know, I wanted something different, I told the lady to cut it shorter, but not this short." I sighed. "I don't know what I feel about it."

"Well I think you look beautiful." He grabbed my hand. I slowly looked at him.

"Really?"

"Well yeah! I mean you're beautiful than any girl in this world." I started to blush. "Its the truth!"

"You're lucky that you're adorable." Stiles smiles. He pays for the pizza and away we go. We stopped by his car.

"Want to come to my house or you want me to take you home?"

"I could stay with you, if your separation anxiety is that bad." He scuffs and turns his head around.

"Dont care, Im taking you with me." I started at his features. His moles on his face, his little half smile, his little honey brown eyes. Im falling for him all over again.

"You have no other choice." I said as we got in the car. We drove to his house. Stiles left the pizza box on his kitchen table and we went in his room. I sat down on his bed as he looked at his wall.

Stiles POV

I'm gonna tell her that I like her. I think its time, we kissed 3 times, we grew closer than ever. Im gonna take the advice Melissa gave me. I need to make a smooth line and then I'll ask her. I want to be with her. She makes me happy. Since she's been single, she's been happier. I can tell the difference. When I spent more time with her, Juliet changes, in a good way.

"What do you think if I painted those two wall orange?" I said. Her face turned like if she saw something she didn't wanted to see.

"Well, I mean its your choice. I really don't like the color combination, but you do you, Stiles." Juliet stands next to me as she looked at the walls.

"But it's the colors of the Mets."

"I know, you love the Mets."

"Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together - Who nobody ever thought would be together ever."

"Where are you going with this?" I grabbed her hands and I looked straight into her eyes.

"Juliet McCall, Ive liked you since the day we met. From there, I knew I wanted to be with you. I want to see that smile you have everyday of my life. I promise you that I'll be there for you." She started to tear up. "Remember what i told you when we were 8?"

"If you can marry me when we are 18." She started to giggle.

"Im gonna keep that promise. Juliet McCall, will you do me the favor to be my one and only?" She gasp.

"Yes." I kissed her.

"To make sure, you're my girlfriend not my wife." She started to laugh.

"Damn, if only." We heard a knock and the door opens. It was my dad.

"I guess childhood best friends turned into the cutest couple?" Juliet looks down and plays with her hands.

"You got that right, Dad." I looked over Juliet, smiling.

Juliets POV

I smiled at Sheriff Stilinski as Stiles put his arm around me. I felt a buzz on my pocket and I grabbed my phone and check it.

"We have to go." I told Stiles and I grabbed my bag.

"Why what happened?" He followed me outside.

"Demetri texted me. Isaiah is doing something that's not going to go well." We got in the car and Stiles drove so fast that we made it to their house in 5 minutes. "What's happening?" I told Demetri as he opened the door.

"Is he okay?" Stiles asked.

"He's leaving." I was in shock. "He's in his room." Me and Stiles went upstairs and into his room.

"Isaiah."

"Juliet, I can't live here anymore. Meeting you is my speciality but-"

"But what about Malia? You can't leave her!" I yelled him. He zipped his backpack and put it on. He gave me a letter.

"Give it to her, please."

"Isaiah, think this through." Stiles told him. He blocked the door way.

"I did. I'm going to Italy, that's my choice." He pushed Stiles out of the way and opened the door. "Goodbye Brother." He told Demetri.

"Don't do this." Demetri told him. "Malia-"

"In that letter says everything." He looked at me and Stiles. "Juliet, take care of Demetri for me. Sorry that I fought with you. And Stiles, keep an eye on Juliet." He walks out and he came back again. "One more thing, Juliet." I looked at him. "Take care of Malia for me, will you?"

"I will." I nodded. Just like that the door closes. Demetri sighed.

"Demetri are you okay?" Stiles asked him.

"I'm fine."

"Want some time alone?" I put my hand on his shoulder.

"If you don't mind." He opens the door for us. "Thanks for coming." He closed the door behind us.

"Why would he leave?" Stiles asked me. I looked at the letter, that had Malia's name in cursive. "We could drop that off for her."

"If you don't mind." We've been driving all over. We got to Malia's house, Mr. Tate opened the door and let us go to Malia's room. "Hey Mal!" I greeted.

"Hi Malia." She stood up from her bed and looked at us.

"What's wrong? You guys smell nervous." I took a deep breath.

"Isaiah wanted me to give you this." I handed her the letter. She slowly took it and open it. She turned around. She spent a minute reading and I heard a whimper. "Mal?"

"Are you okay?" She gave us the letter and we read it.

my dearest Malia,
I have to go. I won't be returning anytime soon. I'm lucky to have you in my life, but I'm scared to lose you. Leaving beacon hills was better. I knew that you'll be okay. It's not your fault, it's mine. The thing is that I've been hunted by new hunters and I need to go to Italy. Your love is so strong that I cried all night. Please don't be mad at me for leaving. I love you Malia.
Love Isaiah Hastings...

We both look up to Malia. She was crying. I put the letter on her desk and gave her a hug.

"He should've told me, I could've done something." She cried on my shoulder.

"He loved you, that's all that matters."

"He's my anchor." She whispered.

"Mal, he can still be your anchor, or you can be your own anchor." She sniffed and wiped her tears. She looked at Stiles. We were at Malia's since 8 at night. It was time for me to go home. I sat in Stiles car in my drive way. "Malia was so hurt. I wanted to do something."

"You can't save everyone from their problems." he whispers to me. "Malia is strong."

"She is, but doesn't deserve to be broken like that." I felt bad for her. I knew how it feels. That happened to me.