It was just a normal night. Nothing different or special about it. Gabi was at a sleepover, Renny was working, and Dad was planning out some final details on the phone with a client. Mom and I were on the couch, watching a marathon of some cooking competition, one of her guilty pleasures. For some reason, even though she couldn't cook to save her life, she loved to watch these shows, searching for the recipes after wards. She'd print them out onto recipe cards and file them along with the rest of them. She never ended up cooking any of them, it was always my dad. He was the chef of the family, and man was he good at it. I'm pretty sure if he hadn't fallen in love with building things at a young age, he'd be a world famous chef today.
"So, do you want to talk about it?" she asked, taking me by surprise.
"Talk about what," I asked, trying to sound confused.
"The reason that you are at home, on a Friday night, when I know for a fact both your best friends are currently at the lacrosse game or on their way to the celebratory after party. Does it have to do with Matt?"
"Matt? We broke up a week ago, and only dated for like, four months. Of course not Mom. Maybe I just wanted to spend some alone time with my favorite mother!"
She gave me a look, the one that says she knew better.
"Fine. I saw Matt with some chic today at lunch, they were all over each other. I'm not upset that we broke up, it was mutual. But couldn't he have at least acted a little bit upset. Like he'd miss me a little? Am I that replaceable?"
"Oh baby. You are not replaceable, but why should Matt be sad if you're not? Isn't that a little selfish," she asked, using her counselor voice on me.
"Ugh, Mom, can't you just be a normal mother for five minutes? Tell me I'm right, hate on him a little bit with me, and tell me it's his loss and he'll regret it for the rest of his life?"
"Oh Maxine, come on. That's not what you want me to say. You just don't like having your own thoughts proved right. I'll allow you to be saddened that the relationship ended, but I won't allow you to wallow in self pity. Why don't you find out where your friends are, and I'll take you over there. I'll even take you up to my room, do your hair and make up and let you borrow some of my jewelry, maybe even a dress!"
"I don't know. I'm really not in the mood. Can't I just stay here, watch a movie with you, and enjoy some snack food," I asked, sending her a small smile.
"Is that really how you want to spend your Friday night? At home with your mom?"
"You make it sound like that's a bad thing. I happen to have the coolest mom in town." I hope up, walking into the kitchen. "You pick the movie, I'll pop some popcorn. Extra butter?"
"Extra butter" she said, getting up and walking to the movie cabinet. I popped the popcorn, melting butter and pouring it over the top and sprinkling it with salt. I walked into the living room, to see the opening of "The Breakfast Club" cued up. A huge grin crossed my face, "Great choice."
"Only choice," mom replied.
We both sat, curling up next to each other, sharing the bowl of pop corn.
Halfway through, my dad walked in, groaning when he saw the movie playing.
"This again, you've got to get tired of it eventually," he said, leaning down to kiss us both on top of our heads.
"Oh Daddy, you know your a closet Molly Ringwald fan. I bet you had such a huge crush on her growing up."
Mom and dad laughed, looking at each other.
"I was too busy chasing this one to be caught up in silly celebrity crushes."
I looked to my mom for confirmation, seeing a soft blush on her cheeks.
"He tells the truth. He was constantly chasing me in high school. He tried all the movie moves. I finally gave in after he pulled a Say Anything on me and played music outside my window. Your grandfather woke up first, coming up to tell me to go put the pour guy out of his misery. I agreed to a date that night and the rest is history." She looked up at my dad, a look of complete adoration on her face. Looking to my father, I saw the same look reflected on his face.
"I hope I'm lucky enough to find a guy that looks at me the way you look at mom Daddy."
"You will be baby, someday, far in the future. Far, far, far into the future. You're only 14, you have much better things to worry about."
Mom and I laughed, sharing an eye roll with each other.
"Shew, were trying to watch this movie," mom said, slightly slapping my dads arm.
"Alright, alright, I know when I'm not wanted. I'm going to head out to the shop, maybe stop in the office and go over some papers. Come get me when your done and want ice cream. Renny should be home in a few more hours. Maybe we can watch something together then."
"OK dear, I'll come get you when this is over." He leaned in for a kiss, it quickly turning into more then a peck. They rest their foreheads together, both saying I love you at the same time. I smiled, not at all uncomfortable. I had been witness to many passionate kisses between my parents, and was just grateful they were one of the parents still together, yet alone in love.
We turned back to the movie, engrossed once again. When it ended, I took the popcorn bowl to the kitchen, mom following behind me. I felt her fingers run through my hair as I was rinsing out the bowl.
"I still can't believe you dyed your hair this color. No, I really can't believe that I love it so much! I shouldn't, should I? That's not a very motherly thing to say, is it?"
I laughed, running my fingers through my hair.
"It's been cherry cola red for like, almost a month now mom. You should be used to it. Though I must admit, I miss my regular hair color. I'm glad this is just that demi-permanant coloring. A few more washes and I'll be back to normal!"
"Hmm, I'll admit it, I'll miss it. Maybe I should dye my hair a different color," she said, holding her hair up to look at her ends.
"Your hair is gorgeous, and besides, I think dad would have a fit if you changed it. He loves your hair. So does Gabi, she's always talking about how she hopes when she gets older it looks just like yours."
Mom smiled at the mention of two of her favorite people loving her hair.
"You're right. I wouldn't change it. I'll just live vicariously through you. Ready for ice cream," she asked, walking to the fridge.
"Always!" I walked to the pantry, pulling out the non-refrigerated stuff.
"Who ate it all?"
I turned to look, seeing her holding up a mostly empty container of vanilla.
"Check the other containers, Gabi and Renny couldn't have ate all of them."
I continued grabbing toppings, listening to my mom open and close containers in frustration.
"They all barely have a scoop or less in them. Those two sneaky devils. Guess well have to run to the store before we can do ice cream. I'll run and tell your dad. You go put on some shoes. I'll meet you at the car." She went to the sink, rinsing out the containers and then putting them in the recycling. I watched her walk out the back door, following the walk way to the separate building that housed my dads shop and both their home offices.
I made my way up the stairs and into my room. I switched my light on, walking to my closet. I scanned my closet, looking for my favorite American Eagle hoodie. It was worn in all the right places, a little bit big, and the comfiest piece of clothing I had. My brother had given it to me a few years ago, when he had outgrown it. I threw it on the ottoman in the middle and searched for a pair of jeans. I took off the dress I had worn to school that day, a simple beige capped sleeve dress, and pulled on the dark blue skinny jeans. I grabbed a black tank with a necklace and feather design on it and threw that on as well. I pulled on a pair of short socks (an obsession of mine) with fast food drawings on them and slipped into a pair of Toms. I checked my hair in my vanity, fluffing it up a bit, and grabbed my purse. I pulled my phone off the charger, placing it in my batgirl case. I only used it when I was at home. Batman was my guilty pleasure. I threw my phone in my purse and made my way downstairs, walking out the side door to climb into my moms Mercedes SUV, waiting for her. I saw my Dad and her walk out of the shop, hand in hand, to the car. He opened her door for her and she got in. She placed her purse on the floor behind her and started the car. He gave her another kiss, told us he loved us, and we drove off.
I turned the stereo on, changing it from my moms usual talk radio, to something more recent. I found a Lady Gaga song, knowing it was something my mom knew, and turned it up. I started singing and dancing, trying to get my mom to join me. After a moment or two we were laughing and car dancing, just enjoying some quality mother/daughter time. We made it to the grocery store, noting that it closed in 15 minutes. That meant Renny would be off soon too. Wonder who would get home first.
I followed my mom down the freezer aisle.
"What flavors should we get? Renny should be home shortly, maybe before we even get there."
"Well, then we should get him and your dad some Rocky Road. What flavor would you like?"
"I think I'm just going to get something simple, then add the toppings. Maybe Neapolitan, that way Gabi can have the strawberry next time she sneaks it?"
I grabbed the Neapolitan and a thing of rocky road. I watched mom looking, trying to decide what she wanted. Finally, she grabbed some cookies and cream and we made our way to the front of the store. We paid and made our way out, me teasing my mom about the cashier flirting with her all the way.
"Would you shut up! He is probably a student at Beacon! He most definitely was not flirting with me."
"Okay, whatever you say." We got in the car, another good song playing. This time mom turned it up, being a huge Kelly Clarkson fan, and sent me a smile as she started singing.
We were about half way through the song, both belting it out. Neither of us noticed the headlights of the truck that ran the red light, neither of us realized what was happening until it was all over.
"My life would suck without you," was the last thing I heard my mom say.
When I came too, my vision was blurry. I didn't realize that it was from the blood running into my eyes or the concussion I'd received. I looked around, seeing Maxi in the seat beside me, unconscious.
"Maxi, sweetie, can you hear me? Maxi?" No response.
I looked her over, realizing as I did this, that it was getting harder to breathe. Maxi had a cut on her forehead, her arm was at an odd angel, and had a piece of glass from the windshield protruding out of her upper thigh.
"Oh baby, come on. I need you to wake up for me. Come on," I said, gently nudging my daughters shoulder. Nothing.
"Help! Someone, please help!" I screamed, looking to see if I could find one of our cell phones.
I heard foot steps, the crunching of glass under those steps, and finally, "Miss? Are you OK? The cops are on their way."
I wept in relief, "Thank you, thank you."
My breathing was becoming more labored and my vision was coming and going. I could hear the sirens in the background, a pleasant sound to hear right now. They grew closer, finally growing loud. I could hear the doors opening, the rushing of steps, and the yelling of voices. Suddenly, a light was in my eyes.
"This ones awake! Ma'am, can you hear me? Are you injured? What's your name?"
I could hear him, along with others on the other side of the car.
"This ones unconscious, blood coming from her head. Arms at an odd angel, leg possibly injured as well. She's got glass in her upper thigh, no other signs of injury."
"Please, save my daughter. Get her out," I rasped.
"Ma'am, what's your name?"
"Denise, Denise Taylor"
"Mrs. Taylor? The high school principal? What's your daughters name?"
"Maxine, her name is Max," I gasped out, realizing it was nearly impossible to catch my breath.
I saw them start to remove her door, careful not to jar her. Once the door was removed, they cut the seat belt off of her, and carefully pulled her out, laying her on the gurney. I watched them wheel her off, her quickly leaving my site.
Mystery Party POV
Arriving at the scene, I was told to stay put. I looked around, trying to see what was going on. I couldn't see much around the ambulances and a firetruck. Ignoring the warning, I climbed out of the car, walking around to see what I could find out. I saw the car, a newer model Mercedes. I knew that car.
That was Mrs. Taylor's car. I rushed forward, stopping when I came to a pair of medics pushing a teen girl on a gurney.
"Maxi!?" I shouted. I rushed over to her, seeing she was in and out of consciousness. I squeezed her wrist, her eyes gently fluttering open. "Maxi?" She managed a small look my way before slipping back into unconsciousness. The medics gently pushed me out of the way, lifting her into the ambulance. Remembering why I had gotten out of the car, I rushed over to the scene. I stopped, gaping at what lay before me. The car was in shambles. It looked like whoever had been in there was lucky to be alive. Maxi was, so maybe Mrs. Taylor was too.
"Dad, it's Mrs. Taylor, is she..."
My dad turned to look at me, the rant about staying in the car dying on his lips when he saw my face, realizing who was in the car. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his gently.
"It doesn't look good son. She's in and out of consciousness. When the crash happened, they think it broke one of her ribs, puncturing a lung. She's having a real hard time breathing. And when they tried lifting her the first time, they found something stabbing her lower back. They are removing that now. She's lost a lot of blood, they'll,"
"I'll donate!" I quickly shouted out, not even thinking about it, not caring if I was a match, "If there's something I can do, if I can help in any way, please let me." This time, rang unspoken between the two.
"That's very kind of you. We've got to get her to the hospital first."
Finally, they pulled her out. I could see her back as they lowered her to the gurney. Her entire shirt was red. She really had lost a lot of blood. They immediately placed a mask on her face and lifted the gurney. They were rolling her to the ambulance, passing by us. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her hand closest to me.
"Mrs. Taylor? Are you going to be OK?" I asked, just wanting her to assure me that she would be. She squeezed back, bringing her free hand up to the mask, never breaking our hold.
"My baby, is she OK? Please, Stiles, make sure she's OK," she says as she slips back into unconsciousness.
3rd Party POV
Little did they know, that those would be the last words she'd ever say.
The doctors start yelling about getting her to the hospital and how she'd need lots of blood. Stiles finds his dad, forcing him to flip the sirens and get to the hospital.
While Stiles gave blood, the Sheriff called Mr. Taylor. While waiting for Mr. Taylor, the Sheriff joins Stiles, waiting for him to be done.
They later find out, Maxi did take some of Stiles blood, but they never got the chance to with Mrs. Taylor. She was dead on arrival.
He sees Mr. Taylor and their son show up, Renny he thinks. He knows what comes next. He doesn't want to be there for this. He quietly slips out the door, no one but his dad ever knowing he was there.
And I have returned! Man, it has been some years since I posted any sort of Fanfic.
This is going to be a slow burn, focusing more on Maxi and Stiles, then on the werewolf stuff for right now. She definitely won't know about their existence for quite some time, I can promise that. This will start in S1, and we're just going to play it by ear on how far we go! I hope you guys enjoy, leave me a review letting me know!
There is a link to my polyvore, where I will post face claims, chapter outfits, and even the layout of the house. Also, if you would like early looks, follow me on Tumblr for gif previews! Until next time lovelies! 3
P.s. Faceclaims for this are as follows
Maxi Taylor – Nina Dobrev
Renny Taylor – Alexander Koch
Gabi Taylor – Bailee Madison
Denise "Dee" Taylor – Evangeline Lilly
Hank Taylor – Hugh Jackman
And that is the entire Taylor Family. :D