DRIPPING DARKNESS

Ch-17: Being Stiles as Lydia

Lydia's POV

The rain didn't seem to have a stop or pause.

The shower soon turned into a drizzle but almighty God didn't take pity that we were traveling on a godamn bike to a destination that was still many kilometers away.

To be honest, I was never a big fan of taking a nature shower, but now that I was starting to enjoy it when I was with Stiles, potential problems didn't seem to bother me.

The bike started making weird sounds, weirder than the ones that I was getting accustomed to hearing.

Stiles was in awe, he couldn't figure what was wrong with it. After three or four unsatisfying moments, it stopped and Stile's had to rest his feet on the land to avoid a fall. But Stiles looked like he was expecting something to happen.

"Couldn't figure it out. Why did we stop here?"

"We didn't, actually. The bike did. It needs some fuel probably." He exhaled.

"Not that I care..." I got off the bike, feeling my muscles strained after a long ride. "But Stiles, whose bike is it, and when did learn to ride one?"

"Friend of mine. From the FBI academy." he got off from it as well. " I didn't learn how to ride it, to be honest. Just had to know how the gear shifting and acceleration worked, the rest was just faith and practice."

"Faith and Practice? Are you seriously saying that this was your first time riding a bike?..ever?"

"Yeah.." He looked away from my eyes in guilt, "...pretty much, I guess."

"Wow." My eyes widened. I didn't know whether I was disappointed or impressed at that fact, because we might have been dead by an accident despite the faith and practice of his; if he wasn't that good of a rider.

A few moments, we were outdoors, talking about our next step, the next moment we were indoors. Stiles suggested we go and sit inside the coffee shop when he came back after feeding the vehicle.

The coffee shop was in the town square, a marquee overlooked by the stone lions. Around the edges were food vendors, giving the middle of the town a sort of market atmosphere.

We had been wet for several hours from now. It was a good idea to get something hot to eat or drink, or else common cold and running noses would not fail in their attempts to chase us.

The ambiance of the cafe, its homey aroma, drew my soul into its cocoon for a few blessed moments.

I forgot that my hair was still damp from the rainwater. I didn't know if I could recognize myself in the mirror, even If I did so, I didn't care much about what happened to my makeup, or my hair,

I basically became Stiles after being with him for some time, and I guess it felt good to be Stiles....as Lydia.

The cafe felt as if I entered a dreamland, the happy chatter, the fragrances, the easy and natural colors, were all soothing my soul.

In such honeyed hues, it brought a sweetness to the rainy day, coaxing an inner smile that warmed from within. The tables adorned the shadow-kissed grey of the cloudy sky as if it was placed there at the tip of an artist's brush.

"I've got to admit Lydia Martin...."He leaned his head towards me after placing his arms on the table, "You look really hot," he whispered in front of me and added a wink so that people around couldn't hear or take notice.

"First off, Stop calling me by my full name...it creeps me out, and second," I bent forward against him as well, "I still don't get your humor." I flipped out on him, although with a small smile on my face.