<Kira's POV>

"Are we almost there Stiles?" I ask without taking my eyes off the road. He looks away from the passing scenery in the window and glances at his phone screen.

"Ya, twenty minutes," he tells me. I quickly look at him quickly. There are dried tears on his face and his eyes are red and puffy. His wrist still lies dislocated in his lap.

"Scott is going to have to put that back in place," I say casually. Stiles sighs and looks back out the window.

"Ya, it still won't hurt as much as watching them torture Allison and Lydia," he says disdainfully. The way Lydia's name flows off his tongue is like its a word to precious for him to say. As if he pronounces it wrong he will be killed just for disregarding her very name. I begin to stare at him instead of the road. A broken and love struck boy. It's only now I realize he is just a boy and I'm just a girl, and so is Lydia and Allison, and Issac and Scott are just teenagers too. How much have we gone through? We've done so much and were only seventeen. Granted Scott, Stiles, Allison, Lydia, and Issac have been going through more, but just what I've seen is astounding. I get so caught up in looking at Stiles and wondering how young we are I don't see that I've drifted to the other side of the road.

The only reason I come to my senses is because someone from the back yells, "KIRA LOOK OUT!" A loud horn sounds off from the other car. Instinctively I put my hand over the chest of the person riding shotgun so they don't fly all over the place. I'm so caught up in avoiding the truck I forget that it is Stiles in that seat. I swerve to the other side of the ride safe from an accident.

Letting out a breath I take my hand away from Stiles's chest. I cruise slowly down the road, not wanting to waste time by stopping. "Is everyone okay?" I ask with a shaky breath. I see Stiles nod out of the corner of my eyes and then glance in my mirror to see Allison breathe out a yes. She must of been the one to warn me about the truck. Lydia remains unconscious with her hair sprawled across Allison's lap. "Sorry," I mutter shyly. Allison smiles reassuringly.

"It's okay Kira, no one got hurt," she says. I smile at her kindness. Stiles laughs a little.

"What?" I ask defensively. Stiles smirks.

"You're such a mom," he says. Allison looks at him with wide eyes and a hidden smile.

"Did you just laugh? Like for the first time in forever," Allison asks. Stiles coughs.

"She just totally acted like my mother-" he stops talking. I wonder why? I quickly look at Allison. She mouths 'I'll tell you later'. So I stay quiet and continue driving.

Once we make it to the hotel Scott and Malia meet up with us. I try to wake Lydia up but end up having to pour water on her cheek. She sits up quickly and alarmed. I explain what's going on and then lead her inside with the others.

Scott walks to us after talking to the desk attendant. "Okay so the cheapest way to do it is to get three small rooms with two people each, so we pair up," Scott explains. I still want Allison to tell me what happened when Stiles didn't wanna talk about his mom but I don't want to separate her from Lydia so I stay quiet.

"I'll go with Scott," Stiles says.

"I'll take Ali," Lydia says.

"I'll go with Malia," I say smiling kindly. I like Malia. Everyone nods in agreement and we get our room keys from the desk.

<Scott's POV>

Stiles and I settle into our room. "Oh great one bed for the two of us, how romantic," I say trying to cheer Stiles up. I see his wrist and the thought comes rushing back. "Oh I forgot, we have to pop that back into place," I say.

"Oh yeah, I forgot as well, let's just get it over with," Stiles says holding out his arm. I stand in front of him as he sits on the bed.

"Okay on three ready?" I ask. Stiles nods with his eyes closed shut tight. "Okay here goes nothing three, this is so gross, two, I'm so sorry, three!" I push as hard as I can and Stiles screams.

"Mother-" before he can finish his sentence I grab a pillow from the bed and give it to Stiles. He yells profanities in it for a good seven minutes as he sweats profusely. Finally he comes up for air from the pillow. I continue to lean against the doorway into the bathroom.

"You good man?"

<Lydia's POV>

I walk holding Allison's hand as my other hand grasps our room key tightly.
"Hopefully this goes better than our last hotel experience," Allison says. I laugh a little but my head ache makes me stop.

"Ya, no more were wolf suicides for me thanks," I say and then think of Aiden causing me to become quiet. All of our room are next to each other so we have Malia and Kira just come in our room to talk for a little bit.

"What a day," Malia says, "you guys aren't going to hate me because my mom took your friends are you?" Malia asks.

"No, besides Peter is not our friend," I say forcing a minuscule smile.

"But it looks like he's my dad," she says. I nod awkwardly with Kira and Ali.

"Hey I'm gonna go and get some snacks from the vending machine," Allison says, pulling some cash from her wallet.

"Okay," Kira replies as the three of us sit down on the one king size bed. Kira starts stroking the sheets and looks ready to burst.

"Kira you okay?" I ask. Malia looks at Kira too.

"You wreak of curiosity," Malia states. Kira looks up so fast I jump. Her dark nearly black eyes lock with my green ones as the words tumble out of her mouth.

"Okay so in the car on the way here you know we almost crashed well you were passed out but anyways I used my hand to push Stiles back so he wouldn't get hurt so he made his joke about I totally acted like his mom but then he stopped right after he said you're acting just like my mother and Ali mouthed I'll tell you later and it's later but she's out and I need to know because I'm really curious," Kira rants. My heart drops as I realize why Stiles stopped talking.

"Oh yeah well that's a story," I say trailing off a bit.

"Tell us I wanna know, besides Stiles is so hot I wanna know about what's inside," Malia says. I want to glare at her and say this is serious but resist. Thankfully Allison walks in with her arms full.

"Lydia is right it is pretty upsetting..." Allison says dropping the snacks on the bed and then sitting down with us. "It's about Stiles' mom."

"What was her name?" Kira asks sweetly.

"Claudia Stilinski," I say with my head down.

"Well what happened to her?" Malia asks impatient.

"She suffered from frontotemporal dementia, a shrinkage of the brain that leads to dementia and death," Allison explains. I continue to look down at the bed sheets, very upset with the conversation.

"Come on just tell me what happened next" Malia prods rudely. The bitch should know that this is hard. Then again she has that asshole for a mother, actually her dad is a dick as well. I look up a little agitated.

"She died in the hospital, with Stiles who was only a god damned kid, his father wasn't even there, that's what happened," I snarl before quickly standing up and walking into the hallway without saying a word. But out of the corner of my eye I see Allison shoot a death glare at Malia and I smile a little at my best friend. As I stand in the hallway not knowing what to do I hear yells from in my room.

"You Malia Tate! Are an insensitive little prick! How dare you just want information about Stiles' mother dying just so you can get in his fucking pants!" Allison yells.

"Well can you blame me? I've had no experience in life since I was homeschooled and when I attend actual school I don't wanna be a virgin!" Malia protests. I hear Allison scoff.

"Alright I don't know if that pole you have stuck up you're ass is only making you walk like your pregnant or also effecting you're thinking because it's shoved up so far it pushes on your brain, BUT THAT IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A WHORE! SO GET YOUR BOOTY SHORTS AND DOUBLE D'S OUT OF MY ROOM BITCH!" Allison shouts. I smirk because... she is kinda right.

"At least I've got boobs, and a nice body at that," Malia says attempting to have a good comeback.

"Well Scott seems to love mine when we are making love after knowing each other for more than just a week you fucktard," Allison states as Malia walks out of the room.

"Oh please Scott is only still with you because he pities you since your in 'a dark place. If you haven't noticed he is miserable with you!" Malia says snarkily halfway out the door.

"Fuck you Tate!" Allison yells. Kira follows Malia out while telling Ali that she will keep her calm and out of our way. I hear Allison mumble a thank you.

Once everything is quiet again everything comes back. What if even when I was young I was a banshee? I could of predicted Claidia's death and then we could of saved her and Stiles would still have two parents. Not only that but I have totally disregarded Stiles' exsistance the past week or two. Everything he has gone through with the nogitsune and even I've left him. With tears streaming down my face I go to Stiles and Scott's door. Quietly I knock three times and await an answer. Soon the door opens slowly and I just look up at Scott in the doorway. "I- I want to to I don't know I just-" I try to speak but words fail me and I begin to shake a little.

"Lydia are you okay?" Scott asks sweetly. Stiles sees me from his bed and gets up quickly to run to me. Just like he used to do when I was sad.

"Lydia?" He asks. I let out a cry and sniffle right before Stiles arms wrap around me and pull me to his chest. I cry into his shirt, making dark wet spots, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Uhm Scott, Allison might need you," I mumble. After her fight with Malia she is going to want company. Scott nods and runs to my room. Stiles brings us to the bed and we sit down next to each other.

"Did Scott hear all of it?" I ask through light tears. Stiles nods slowly.

"Thank you... for saying what you did, you know about my mom," he says. I force a tiny smile and nod a little in response. "Malia isn't as nice as we thought I guess," Stiles says. I cough a little.

"Ya um I guess not," I say awkwardly, "I just came in here to talk because I was thinking about how I've been treating you so terribly and especially after I got your hopes up when I said that I lov- love you." The words just fall out of my mouth like vomit. I have zero control over them. Before Stiles can say anything I speak up. "I do though Stiles, I do love you, more than I have ever loved anyone. And the only reason I didn't talk to you is because Aiden's last words were that I should be with you and I wanted to make that choice for myself because after being constantly beat down with Jackson and having him make the decisions I wanted to make this one on my own. Now I know I want to be with you because no one has ever touched me like you do, with so much care and affection, never to hurt me, because according to you I'm beautiful and I want to feel special like that and especially if you're the one telling me that I'm beautiful
because god damn it Stiles Stilinski I love you!" I end up saying loudly. Stiles just stares at me. I don't know if he thinks I'm crazy, or broken, or something but he just doesn't say anything. Then again maybe words don't have to be spoken. Maybe actions speak louder than words. Stiles had proved that over and over again. Constantly protecting me and making sure that was okay even though I wasn't his to take care of. And when ever there was the slightest chance I may be upset he was right there to make me smile. He waited in the hospital all weekend just to make sure I was getting proper care. When I was tired he was my makeshift pillow. He was the one that always corrected people when they got my hair color wrong. The one that speaks my name like its the name of a queen. The one who listened, remembered, and paid attention. It's Stiles. It's always been Stiles. I just never knew it.

A/N SHOOT ME BEAUSE STYDIA! I LOVE IT! Next chapter will be a little more stydia and some SCALLISON BECAUSE ORIGINAL BAES.

By the way I feel like Allison's face would look like it does in the pic when Malia asks stupid questions.

Love you my spoon babies. Yes I'm calling you spoons.