Birthday Cries | Act Two
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ALLISON pulled up in front of Matt's house who was sitting in the passenger seat as Blaze sat in the back, wearing an extra sweater to hide the blood on his arm.

"Sorry, about completely ditching you tonight. I had an emergency tonight." Blaze told the worst lie ever to try and convince him instead of saying he was shot by a werewolf hunter and his friend almost died by said driver's mother.

He felt awkward enough being in the car with her but knew it wasn't her fault, so he ignored it. He felt even more awkward being in the car with Matt.

"Your emergency had to do with the vet clinic? You have an animal die or something?" Matt chuckled as Blaze tried to think of something to say but nothing came out making Matt sigh, "If you didn't want to go out with me tonight, all you had to do was something."

Allison felt awkward being in her car with them talking about all of this and wished the boy would just get out of her car.

"I did want to go. I mean, as friends, I'm still not over my ex, but I did want to go." Blasé told him. He is half lies. He only went for a certain reason, and he felt like he had his answer, just not enough proof.

"Okay. Maybe a rain check when you are ready. No rush." Matt smiled as he got out of the car, followed by Blaze who took his spot in the passenger seat, catching the sight of his bag.

"He forgot this," Blaze said picking up the bag, but the camera fell out making him drop the bag and look at the camera in his hands.

"That was awkward as hell." Allison muttered as Blaze ignored her as he looked through the pictures on his cameras, "You shouldn't look at that. That's invading someone's privacy."

"I look good." Blaze chuckled as he showed Allison the photo Matt had of him, in one of the classrooms. He had no idea he even took that, but he wasn't complaining.

"He likes you." Allison chuckled seeing the multiple photos he had of Blaze, but they're smiles fell when they saw the photo of Blaze in his room.

"That's creepy." Allison frowned before her eyes widened seeing the shirtless photo of Blaze.

"What the fuck?" Blaze muttered, feeling disgusted by all of the photos Matt seemed to have of him. Half of them when he was clothed less or around town. He had no idea how Matt even got some of these photos.

Allison and Blaze jumped when there was a sudden bang in the passenger window, making their heads snap up to see Matt standing there, making their hearts race. Matt tried to open the door making Allison flinch, but the door was locked making him chuckle, "Open the window." He mouthed.

Blaze hesitantly rolled the window down, slightly glaring at Matt, knowing if he should pretend like he didn't know or just start beating him to death. He felt uncomfortable even being in his presence.

"Forgot my bag." Matt said, acting creepier than usual, "Some good pictures in there, don't you think?"

Blaze was going to say something when Allison cut him off, "Yeah, the lacrosse ones are amazing. You're... you're talented. I was... I was... I was impressed."

"There was a good candid of you in there too," Matt told Blaze, who hated how close the boy was to him at the moment.

"Really?" Blaze asked him. He knew Allison was scared so he decided to play it nice in hopes that he would finally leave.

"You can see some of the others if you'd like. I mean, this... tiny little screen doesn't do it justice, but uh, I could show you some on my computer." Matt offered, as Blaze started to get pissed.

"If I hadn't snuck out and am waiting to be grounded for eternity then maybe but I better get home before they call the police on me." Blaze half lied as he stared at the boy down.

"Well, it's just for a few minutes. Give you some time before they decide to rip you a new one." Matt chuckled as Blaze couldn't help but gulp at his words.

"I'm pretty sure it's past your bedtime, Matt. Maybe another time. It's getting late." Blaze couldn't help but say snidely.

Matt chuckled at his words, "It's the weekend."

"We know, but I... You know. I.." Allison stuttered her nerves getting the best of her and Blaze hearing how scared Allison was almost made him get out of the car and kick the stalker's ass.

"And it's spring break. I mean, you don't have a thing going on tomorrow. Do you?" Matt said being his usual creepy self.

"Okay, listen, Matt, I know you may not know this, but whenever someone says no, it usually means no. You're starting to piss me off so get away from the window before I roll the window up with your arm stuck in here." Blaze threatened. Allison subtly sighed in relief as Blaze finally did the one thing, she was secretly hoping he would do.

She thanked whatever gods above that she had drove him home because she felt 10x safer with him than she would have alone and she's not even the one he's stalking.

"Okay." Matt chuckled as if he was being funny before he left allowing Allison to drive away quickly as they sighed in relief.

"Oh, my god." Allison breathed out as she looked over at Blaze show as awfully quiet, "Are you okay? Should we call the cops?"

"No. Not yet." Blaze shook his head. He finally had his answer on who drugged him.

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Spring break was always a fun time for Blaze and Lydia, sometimes they went on trips, Lydia's birthday was on spring break, and they always were at a party for the entire break, but this year was different. Instead of having their usual sleepover before her birthday, Blaze went home after Matt indecent, got an hour-long scream at by his parents before he went to bed, where he barely got a sleep which is why he woke up at noon. 

Lydia had already shown up with shopping bags, and Allison looked like she wanted to be doing anything but helping the girl for their birthday, but they'd already ignored her for so long, so they felt guilty. Blaze still has not told Lydia the truth, because the strawberry blonde seemed to be as busy these as the rest of them, and Blaze didn't have the motivation to it down and explain everything to her.

"Fewer bags than I expected." Blaze yawned as he lay on his bed. His hair was a mess and he made sure to sleep with clothes on which he didn't usually do, still feeling creeped out by the pictures.

"Really? I was thinking a lot of dresses." Allison said, sitting at his desk, and looking around his room for the first time.

"I was thinking host dress, evening dress, then mm after-hours casual.  I also picked up a few things for you that I thought was cute." Lydia told Blaze who smiled at her as they watched her lay out her dresses.

"I noticed that you didn't send out any invites," Allison said to Lydia.

"It's the biggest party of the year, Alison, besides Blazes. Everyone knows." Lydia said laying out more dresses on Blaze's bed.

"I was wondering if maybe this year things might be different." Allison shrugged.

"Why would things be different?" Lydia asked her, not looking away from the dresses. Blaze and Allison shared a look, feeling bad for lying to her.

"Just cause things have been off lately.  Things and people. Like Jackson." Allison said as Blaze mentally rolled his eyes. He didn't know who a worse liar was, her or Stiles... and she wasn't even lying.

Lydia stopped what she was doing to look at Allison, "Why do you care about Jackson?"

Blaze couldn't help but think Lydia was acting weird. He didn't know but she felt off and he wasn't liking it, but he didn't say anything.

"Is he coming tonight?" Blaze asked Lydia hoping that he wasn't. He wanted one day where things didn't revolve around Jackson and instead revolved around Lydia who deserved it.

"Everyone's coming," Lydia told him, making him smile tightly and nod. Changing the subject, she grabbed one of the dresses and held it up, "This is American Rag. Mm, I love it. For me, not you. This one's Material Girl. It's for you."

"That's cute." Blaze said tiredly, "What time is this party?"

"10," Lydia told him.

Great. Just enough time to stay for a bit before he had to sneak away and deal with the full moon.

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Lydia's birthday was always the best time of the year. Everyone went and everyone had a good time. Lydia and Blaze always planned her birthday the moment New Year was over, and they looked forward to it every year, but this year was different—just like Allison said.

No one was in the mood to party with everything going on and even Lydia didn't seem as excited as she usually did. As Blaze walked around her house and saw barely anybody there, his heart broke for her knowing what everyone thought about her. He wondered if she assumed he thought the same about her. He barely hung out with her anymore and he never wanted her to think that he thought she was some crazy person.

He had been avoiding Stiles, Scott, and Allison who were looking around for Jackson, but he couldn't avoid them forever, not when he felt like snapping someone's neck at any moment with the way the full moon was affecting him. Blaze knew he shouldn't be here at Lydia's party when he didn't have control yet but like hell, he was skipping out on his best friend's birthday party — especially when everyone else was already doing that.

"She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years." Blaze heard Scott say as he was walking near them.

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet." Stiles defended but all Scott did was shake his head.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott shrugged, making Blaze scoff alerting them of his presence.

"Damn, Scott, and here I thought you were the nicest one out of all of it. For someone who could care less about her, you had no problem shoving your tongue down her throat the moment she showed you the slightest bit of attention." Blaze said snidely before he turned to Stiles, "As for her, ignoring you. You weren't friends so she also didn't owe you any of her attention.

Blaze turned back to Scott who was awfully, "Good job on the plan last night, Scott. You did as much as I did and once again someone ended up dead because you wanted to be the hero. Allison next time we're making a bet on how fast the plan could fall apart. I'm glad someone here is still connected to the reality of things." He walked away once he was done to join Lydia.

"Wow." Stiles breathed out not expecting that to happen.

Blaze walked over its Lydia who was holding a tray of drinks, standing around in her own, "We should've had our night together. I could use The Notebook, right now."

"As much as do love that movie. Not. By the way, the box is in my closet." Lydia whispered the last comment to him, making him chuckle as he watched her walk away.

After his parents canceled his credit card, he made sure to keep backup money just in case they ever tried anything like this—Lydia's idea of course and he was so glad she told him to do it.

It wasn't long before more people started to show up, turning the strawberry blonde's day into an actual party and Blaze was stuck with Allison who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Why are you guys fighting?" Allison asked seeing the way Blaze was ignoring Scott and Stiles.

"He's an asshole." Blaze shrugged shamelessly as Lydia handed them drinks before walking away. Blaze looked over to see them looking their way making him look away.

"Are you gonna apologize to Blaze or what?" Stiles asked, getting tired of all the fighting that constantly happens between the two boys.

"Why should I apologize?" Scott asked in confusion.

"Because you're the guy. It's what we do." Stiles said it was simple.

"He's also a guy and I didn't do anything wrong." Scott shrugged as Stiles huffed.

"Then you should apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he has done anything wrong it means he's done something wrong." Stiles explained to his best friend.

"I'm not apologizing." Scott shook his head.

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asked already knowing the answer.

"Probably. Why do you care, anyway?" Scott sighed.

"Because Scott something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting out ashes royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nut job. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Blaze to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face." Stiles ranted as Scott stood up.

"Don't stab yourself in the face," Scott told him, not keeping his eyes near the entrance.

"Why not?" Stiles asked him.

"Because Jackson's here," Scott said, making Stiles's head snap over to see said boy waltzing into Lydia's backyard before he was offered a drink by the birthday girl.

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Blaze wished werewolves could get a drink because God knows who he'd kill just to get wasted and spend the night shit-faced. He felt terrible, and all he wanted to do was go home. He could already feel the effects of the full moon, but he seemed to be managing better than he thought he would.

He had drink after drink before Matt approached him, making him hold in a groan, "Hey, Blaze. Can we talk?" Matt asked him.

"Um, no." Blaze blurted out. He became a nicer person over the past few weeks, he didn't know why but usually he just did whatever he wanted, and he would very much love to go back to his old ways. Falling in love seemed regrettable at the moment.

"Just a few minutes?" Matt asked with a hopeful look, making Blaze scoff and walk past him in the house to which he was followed by Matt.

"A few minutes, the door stays open." Blaze walked into a room and saw he was about to close the doors.

Matt coughed awkwardly as he opened the door fully, "Okay, uh, right. So, I know I took some pictures of you that I should've told you about, but is it that bad that I think you are handsome, and I think you should be the subject of a perfect photograph?"

Blaze stared at Matt with the perfect "what the fuck?" look before he scoffed, "Some of those pictures, I don't even know how you took them. I was also naked in a few of them, and I don't mind boys having pictures of me because I know I'm hot as fuck but as long as I know about it and allow it to happen not when it's through my window."

"Telephoto lens. I mean, come on, Blaze. Photographers call it candids." Matt chuckled.

"Well, police officers call it stalking." Blaze glared at him not finding any of this funny.

"Stalking. So, I'm a stalker now. That's, is that it?" Matt chuckled in disbelief, "You think, uh, my bedroom is wallpapered with your photos? You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say something like, "Well, if I can't have him, no one can"?"

"Now that you mentioned it, you do seem like the type," Blaze said snidely. He wanted to leave but of course, his stalker had to keep running his mouth.

"Well, you know what? Get over yourself, because another pretty boy is walking through the room every five minutes." Matt snapped at him.

"Then perhaps you can wait for another 3 to stalk. Stay away from me, Matt. I never liked you in that way and I never will. You're not as pretty as you might think yourself, I'm a bit out of your league." Blaze pushed past him when Matt grabbed by the arm to which he pushed him to the ground by his shoulder before punching him, earning looks from the hallway.

"Don't fucking touch me, you creep." Blaze glared at him before he left the room and decided to cool off from everyone else.

A sharp pound to his head alerted Blaze of how awful he suddenly started to feel. He could feel himself sweating, and his vision turned blurry. Leaning against a wall, Blaze groaned, taking deep breaths the best, he could, but it didn't make him feel any better. Stumbling his way down the stairs, he knew he had to find Derek before he completely lost control. He was supposed to meet him earlier, but he didn't realize how late it was until now.

"Hey, Blaze. Are you okay?" A random kid asked him, but he blocked them out as he pushed past them and kept making his way to the door.

His chest rose with every large pant he took until he reached the door. Leaning against the door, he looked up at the side window and saw his eyes pulsing between yellow and his original hazel eyes. His mouth ached for some sort of relief as did his hands.

Opening the door, Blaze stumbled out the door, almost tripping down Lydia's stairs until he reached the bottom and made his way down the driveway.  He had no idea where his car was but he could feel himself losing more control, making his heart race as he tried to grab his phone and find his car at the same time.

"Fuck." Blaze cursed under his breath as he dropped his phone on the pavement. Bending down, Blaze was met with another few sharp pains to the head making him groan as he clenched at his head hoping the pain would go away.

Grabbing his phone, he quickly found his car halfway down the street just a little bit out of sight of the house. Unlocking the car, Blaze paused in the reflection and saw fangs growing making his eyes widen. There was no way he was making it to Derek in time.

Opening his car door, Blaze suddenly started to hear sniffling. Looking around, he saw a young woman down the street, crying as she looked off towards the side of the road. He had no idea what she was doing and despite knowing he shouldn't waste his time in finding out, he couldn't help but listen to whatever she was saying.

"God, I miss you so much. I don't even know how I can move on knowing you're gone. My baby will never grow up or even graduate high school." The woman who sounded familiar sobbed into her hands.

Blaze felt his throat tighten as he listened to the woman who seemed like she was going through hell. Shutting his car door, he couldn't help but walk over to her. The road seemed silent as he walked towards the girl.

"Emily?" Blaze recognized the woman who was still standing by the side of the road. This was the first time he had seen her since Ryle died and he started to realize that it was Ryle she was talking about.

"This is where the crash happened," Emily said quietly as Blaze looked over and gasped as he suddenly saw the familiar car upside down on the grass, completely crashed. One side of the car was dented. Ryle sides. The thought made Blaze's eyes fill with tears.

"He was on the phone with me. He sounded so upset. He said he broke up with you at the hospital." Emily's words made a sob escape Blaze's mouth.

"This is all my fault." Blaze cried, "If I hadn't been so selfish to think that I deserved his love then he would still be here. He died because he loved me. I'm so sorry."

"My sweet boy. So full of light, so kind. He could never harm a soul and return all he got was his soul harmed. He had a whole life ahead of him and now the thing he had left was a funeral. A funeral I can't even bring myself to hold." Emily cried as Blaze let his tears fall down his face, not bothering to wipe them.

"I miss him so much." Blaze sobbed, putting his face in his hands, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–I didn't mean to hurt him."

Blaze stood in the same spot and cried his heart out until they're being nothing left to cry. In all his 16 years of living, he has never cried as much as he had over Ryle's death. That man changed life for Blaze, and he would never have the chance to thank him for bringing his world to color. Blaze was broken, He was a broken teenager with so much damage he didn't think he could ever be repaired but Ryle–Ryle proved he could be by just loving him. He healed Blaze in ways no one else had ever done. He made him believe that there was love in the world, and that life was beautiful and not worth taking for granted.

Ryle was his world. Blaze adored everything and every single word that came from that boy's mouth. The thought of Ryle being gone made Blaze cry some more, proving that he did have more tears left in him. Blaze sat down on the edge of the grass and just looked ahead of him as he cried by himself, feeling more alone and broken than he ever felt in his life.

"Blaze. Blaze." He could hear someone calling his name, but he ignored them as he left his tears kept falling, "Blaze! There you are."

Scott crouched down in front of Blaze saw the tears on his face and frowned, "Hey, are you okay? Whatever you saw, it was just a hallucination Blaze. It happened to me and Stiles as well."

Blaze's eyes glistened in tears again at the sound of his soft voice, "I don't think I'm okay. The medication, the therapist, none of it is working." 

Scott's heart broke as he watched the boy in front of him fall apart, "It's going to be okay, Blaze. You're going to be okay. It will get easier, I promise."

"I don't think I'm ever going to feel normal again." Blaze sniffled, taking a deep breath to try and calm down.

"You will. It just takes time." Scott reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Blaze smiled tightly and softly nodded his head, but his thoughts were anything but reassuring.

He felt as though that time was running out and he couldn't stop it.

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Authors Note:

Well, this was depressing. Don't forget to comment!! Don't be a silent reader.