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spamalot } { wedding bell blues
[The wedding had been lovely.
Not that she wouldn't expect it to be, considering how long it had been coming. Allison and Lydia's planning was perfect and she and Scott couldn't be happier, which is really the important thing. Add to the fact that Tyler had been an awesome date stand in, and the evening had gone a lot more smoothly than she expected.
(It still hurt, even though she'd been prepared. It still stung a little more sharply than she thought it would, seeing him with another girl, but for the most part she was keeping it together. She's always been good at that, burying her emotions where no one else could see them.
The funny thing is, he's always the one who managed to see through them.)
But Tyler's spending some time talking to Nadia and her mom, and she needs a little air, so she makes her way out to the patio near the dance floor, hanging out with her drink. Allison and Scott are dancing together like the rest of the world had fallen away and it was just the two of them there, just like always. They always were perfect together, always so sure of what they wanted, and she envied them for that.
Malia and Isaac too.
And now she's standing, alone, on the side of a dance floor at a wedding where she should be happier, but she's not. There's still that nagging feeling of something being missing. She just wishes she wasn't so sure of what it was.]
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You seem as happy about this as I am.
[Malia shakes her head. Stiles might not be able to hear them, but she's not going to go there right now. She just leans into Isaac's shoulder a bit.]
I just don't like her. But ... me liking her isn't really important.
[ONLY IT SHOULD BE. But she won't bring that up right now.]
It's Stiles's choice.
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You didn't like Ms. Blake either, Malia. You have good instincts. You should tell him. Or Scott.
[meanwhile, Stiles is just going to accept the hugs and congrats from people, including the Hales even if Derek is a bit more formal in it, because he has a feeling Cora isn't happy about this at all. Peter can hear the baby heartbeat and he whispers in Stiles' ear that when he starts a family, he's always welcome to call for advice.]
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Malia turns a bit, pressing her cheek against his shoulder and sighs.]
Yeah. Maybe I'll talk to Scott later.
[Because she knows that Stiles knows she's a huge Stiles/Cora shipper and she doesn't want that thrown back in her face. Lydia, however, just looks confused.]
Ms. Blake our English teacher who disappeared before the end of junior year?
[Malia glances back to her. She's still learning the ways of the supernatural.]
Evil druid. Tried to kill us all.
[There's a beat.]
Well. That answers that.
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[because that was what friends did.]
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He wants us to come up and see the house by the way. We should make plans for that.
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This is going to kill her. I think that's why she left, she already knew.
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[But she won't. Just like Malia probably wouldn't if she ever lost Isaac. It will always be that thing that holds her back.
Malia was surprised at how close she and Tyler seemed, but she knows there's nothing really there. She just sighs and closes her eyes.]
I need to stop thinking about this.
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I think I need another drink. I'll catch up with you two later.
[Malia nods as she turns to head to the bar, before glancing back to Isaac with a grin.]
Lead the way.