Malia Tate (
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fandomhigh2021-05-07 12:19 pm
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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning
Malia had never been out of California before. Or Beacon County, for that matter. She'd barely been out of Beacon Hills proper, and that was mostly as a coyote hunting for food.
So this was new and exciting! Or, you know, new at least. She was going to school. One that didn't, as far as she could tell, require her to learn math. So right there it had one up over BHHS. It also didn't have Scott or Stiles, which was not a point in its favor, but in the end, she'd decided that not having to struggle through eleventh grade math beat out getting to have the few people she knew around, especially when Scott agreed he could try to teach her control over the internet.
So here she was. Her ears still felt stuffed full of cotton from the plane, and the whole airport smelled like cleaning fluid and anxiety, and she was managing to claw tiny holes in the upholstery with claws that didn't want to stay hidden away like they were supposed to, but hey. At least she was having an adventure?
[IT'S NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Up early-ish because work has been dumb this week and I might be slow.]
So this was new and exciting! Or, you know, new at least. She was going to school. One that didn't, as far as she could tell, require her to learn math. So right there it had one up over BHHS. It also didn't have Scott or Stiles, which was not a point in its favor, but in the end, she'd decided that not having to struggle through eleventh grade math beat out getting to have the few people she knew around, especially when Scott agreed he could try to teach her control over the internet.
So here she was. Her ears still felt stuffed full of cotton from the plane, and the whole airport smelled like cleaning fluid and anxiety, and she was managing to claw tiny holes in the upholstery with claws that didn't want to stay hidden away like they were supposed to, but hey. At least she was having an adventure?
[IT'S NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Up early-ish because work has been dumb this week and I might be slow.]

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And then had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to say next. She found herself making fists in the seat cushions again. And probably clawing more holes in it while she was at it.
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He was trying to be supportive.
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And very not normal, but he didn't know that was okay to say yet.
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For London, or anywhere else, really.
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Her experiences were not universal, no.
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"Like 'I had to do chores all day and now I'm sitting around doing nothing' boring."
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He had werewolves back home. He knew one. Had he clued in at all? Ehhhh.
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Would that help?
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"Oh," he said, suddenly at a loss. "That's a reason to not do them."
That was terrible, and he dropped his voice to ask, "Are you a...?"
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“No.”
. . . Well she wasn’t calling him crazy.
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It wasn't, where he was from. Except for fanfic.
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