It was recess, and ball tag was Scott and Stiles' favorite game so, it was the only one they ever played. The kickball field was occupied, so they idiotically decided to play on the playground. Stiles was running after Scott, and ended up tripping on the playground equipment, dropping his ball on his way down. "Ow!" Stiles exclaimed. He took a look at his very faint scar, and frowned. The ball ended up near the swingset, which meant that he had to come face to face with his crush, Lydia Martin.
Lydia had seen him trip and knew that the ball was his, but instead of letting it sit near her feet, she decided to be polite and give his ball back. Lydia gracefully walked over to Stiles and put her hands out gesturing for him to take it.
"Thank you." Stiles said taking the ball gently out of Lydia's grasp. "Your welcome, Stiles." Stiles' eyes widened. "You know my name?" He asked, his mouth agape in disbelief.
"Of course, your in my class." Lydia answered, and started to walk away. Stiles followed her over to the swingset, where her friends ditched her to talk to the "cool" kids. He sat on the swing next to Lydia's, throwing his ball at Scott, which made him fall. It was silent, and awkward, so Stiles decided to break the ice.
"You're a really good artist." Stiles said kicking his feet in the wood chips. "Thank you." She blushed and looked away, which made Stiles smile. "Your welcome. Do you think you can draw me something sometime?"
"What do you want me to draw?" Lydia looked at Stiles with a curious expression. He grabbed her hands, and pulled her up from the swing, leading her to the park bench. He sat down and opened his notebook.
"I was wondering, if you could draw something like, I don't know, stuff you like or just something meaningful to you?" Stiles asked, looking up from his notebook. Lydia was over his shoulder, looking at his notebook, focused on everything he had written and drawn. "Sure, I could draw you something." She sat down next to him, and glanced at a paragraph of words on his paper. "Is that a poem?" Lydia pointed to a page in Stiles' batman notebook, and looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah, it was just something random I wrote." Stiles acted like it was not big deal and closed his notebook. "Can I read it?" Lydia asked looking at her lap, fiddling with her fingers. He looked at her, and gave in. 'How could you say no to Lydia Martin anyway' he thought. Stiles opened his notebook again, and cleared his throat. "Lydia's are pretty, Lydia's are kind. Lydia's are full of grace, but so hard to find. It's a pity she doesn't notice me, because she's always on my mind. As a person she is great, her beauty in the media. I'll never find a better girl than, the one that's named Lydia."
He finished and he looked anywhere else but her, nervous of what she would say. Stiles glanced at Lydia, and she was looking at him in fascination. "Was that about me." Lydia points at herself, and Stiles nods. She blushes as she stands up, and takes his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers like she saw in the movies. She took him to a place he's never been to in the park, a part he never knew about. It was not too big, or small, but big enough for both of them to sit and lay down in.
"This is where I go during recess usually, I do homework, and read here, but most of the time, I come here to think about stuff. It's like a secret getaway place." Lydia was looking at her flats, clicking them together lightly while she spoke. Stiles smiled, it reminded him of the that movie his mother loved so much, 'The Wizard of Oz'. "If it's a secret, why'd you take me here?" Stiles asked, a smile still present on his face. "Because, I'm weird and so are you. And I like you." Lydia smiled when his head quickly popped up in shock. She smiles and he smiles back, continuing their conversation."Oh, what do you think about when your up here?" He asked while he picked at the grass, making a small pile on the side.
"Most of the time, I think about my mom and dad, because all they ever do is fight. They fight about everything and anything, sometimes even about me. Then I think about school, and how I don't really have a lot of friends." Stiles listened to every word carefully, and noticed she was about to cry, but she didn't. Instead, she layed down on her back looking up at the blue sky, a second later Stiles joined her, hitting his head on a branch, which made her laugh. He loved her laugh. Even though he heard it rarely, it was still the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
"I can be your friend," he claimed looking at her. Lydia could feel his gaze, so she looked back at him. Stiles looked down and smiled, feeling nervous under her stare."We could come here when we are sad, or mad, and stuff. It can be our place, and if I ever need help with homework, we can come here too. Because, you're like the smartest girl in the world, you don't need help with homework."
He chuckled to himself, and looked at her, only to find she was already looking at him. "Pinky swear?" Lydia put her pinky out, waiting for him to interlock his finger with hers. "Pinky swear." Stiles interlocked his pinky with hers, and smiled.
