*3 months later*
Group leader: hello group *7 group members said hello back to the leader* today we have a new member. Please introduce yourself to the group.
Stiles: *giving a little wave and smiled* hello my name is stiles.
Group: HELLO STILES
Stiles: well I suffer from PTSD, anxiety and depression. My best friend and I were attacked by a mountain lion and he died almost two years ago. And I tried to overdose on pills shortly after that, my dad thankfully found me and took me to the nearest hospital and there I was in a coma for a year. I still have nightmares about that night and I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs. My step mom helps relax me from these episodes. she's an amazing mom *starts sobbing a little* I miss my brother. My best friend. *holds his face in his hands and sobs loudly* I miss scott so much. *Malia, one of the girls in the group, brought him a box of tissues*
Malia: here stiles take these.
Stiles: *taking two tissues out then wiping the tears away and looked at the girl. Amazed. She is beautiful, with big brown eyes and long brown hair just passed her shoulders. She was wearing a white and yellow Knee length sundress with a blue jean jacket and white lace wedges* *thinking to himself* "wow she's perfect." thank you.
Malia: yeah no problem. I use to be the same way.cutting, drugs and I ran away 3 times after my mom and sister died in a car accident, I was there and the only one to survive. My dad found this group and it helped me a lot. I still have nightmares sometimes but not as often. *thinking to herself* "He's Kinda cute, I mean he could use some sleep but didn't we all?" *looking him over. He was wearing navy blue denim jeans, a red button down plaid shirt which he had a couple buttons undone revealing a white undershirt and red & white Nike high tops.*
Group leader: okay stiles and Malia why don't you two have a seat and let someone else have a turn. *stiles and Malia sat down with each other and made plans to go to the Little 50s thamed Cafe a block or so down from the library where the support group meetings are held in the activity room.*
Aria Montgomery: hi, Um my family just moved here to beacon hills from rosewood, Pennsylvania about 11 months ago. Well I seem to suffer from multiple personality disorder, Schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. And for five years I put my family and friends through hell. I've blackmailed them, I've lied to them and I've seriously hurt them.*folding her arms together while saying this* Anyway, my boyfriend Ezra helped me carry out my plans and took the fall for me in the end. my friends hate me and my family is torn apart. All because of me. *Aria's phone beeps showing that she just received a message* "get away free bitch card to Europe waiting for you. In P.O box 11. run while you can.
Kisses -A"
*Aria quickly picks her purse up and leaves. Stiles, confused about what just happened, watches as the girl leaves the activity room. The group leader, not exactly sure of what to do, Called the contact number Aria's parents left just in case of an emergency.*
*the support session was cancelled early. There is a search out for Aria Montgomery.*
*since the streets were to busy to drive on Stiles and Malia made their way down the semi busy sidewalk to the cafe. Malia's long tanned legs looked pretty great mingling with the sundress. It was a very warm day a little to warm for a jacket. So Malia took her jacket off and tied it around her waist showing her small and fading scars*
Malia: so how much farther away is this place?
Stiles: Um just a block and a half more. *he said while pointing in the direction they were heading.*
*15mins later they finally make it to the Little 50s cafe named "little miss daisy shakes". Stiles held the door for Malia and they walked in. The place smelled so good like burgers and fries. They were 3rd in line*
Stiles: do you see anything you want?
Malia: *looking at him and thinking to herself* "yeah but it's not on the menu" yeah the number 7 looks good.
Stiles: *looking at the menu. The number 7 was a burger, fries and a strawberry milkshake* okay I'll have the Same.
*they were next in line. The cashier was a young maybe around 20 years old girl. With long curly blonde hair with a little Miss Daisy shakes head band in her hair. She had green eyes and freckles and to go along with the classic red and white color of the restaurant she was wearing cherry red lipstick.*
Cashier: welcome to little Miss Daisy shakes, may I have your order?
Stiles: yes we would like two number sevens.
Cashier: alllllllrighty then $10.96 please take a seat and a waitress will be out with your order.
*10 minutes later the waitress arrived with their order. She set Malia's plate down first and then stiles*
Malia: yum this looks delicious *stiles watching her as she took a fry and dipped it in her milkshake and popped it in her mouth. He chuckled a bit and she looked at him smiling* what's so funny?
Stiles: you dip your fries in your milkshake?
Malia: uhhh duh it's freakin delicious *this time she dipped a fry in her milkshake and held it up for him to eat* here taste.
Stiles: *leaned over the table towards her and ate the fry form her fingers and smiles tasting the saltiness of the fry and sweetness of the shake.* hey this isn't so bad *taking his own fries and dipping them*
Malia: HA I told you.
*they talked about everything they didn't get to talk about in the support group. He told her about his mother passed away. And she told him about her getting very upset with her mother and sister, saying she wished they were dead. She blamed herself for the accident. As he blamed himself for Scott's death. They talked for hours until Melissa called him wondering where he was and when he'll be back home.*
Stiles: hey mom, yeah I'll be there in *seeing Malia's confusion*... Um hold on Kay... *talking to malia* she's my step mom. *returning to his conversation with Melissa* yeah I'll be there after I take Malia back home. *ended the call* okay are you ready to go?
Malia: Um sure.
Stiles: okay the street doesn't seem to busy now. I'll walk back and pick you up in my jeep okay?
*Malia nodding her head in approval. Stiles returned in his jeep and few minutes later and Malia hopped in*
*at Malia's house. Stiles hopped out of his jeep and walked malia to her front door.
Malia: thanks for bringing me home stiles *smiling a bit* you really didn't have to I could have called my dad to pick me up.
Stiles: don't worry about it. I really enjoyed our date, maybe we can do it again?
Malia: okay sure.
*they exchanged phone numbers and he made his way back home*