Stay.

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Stiles?

Where'd everyone go?

I'm so lost.

I see a blurry figure walk up to me. It's dressed in all black and as it gets closer I can tell it's a girl.

"Lyds it's gonna be okay." a familiar voice comes from the still blurry figure. "I just wanted to talk."

And just then I can finally tell who it is. Allison.

"Wha-" I begin but my voice fades. Like it was stolen from me.

"You're really sick, talking probably isn't the best idea, hun." Allison walks over and hands me a cup of tea. Smiling her smile that cures all my worries.

"Listen, lyds, I know what you're thinking. You wanna know where you are. Well I'm here to say I'm sorry for leaving, and that I love you. I need you to tell.." Her voice fades and blood is dripping down her now blurry face. "Tell, tell my dad th-"

And then she's gone.

Stiles' POV:

I wake up with Lydia wrapped in my arms and sleeping peacefully. Breathing slow but steady.

Examining the room I notice Scott and Kira aren't in here. Hmph might as well look for them.

Rolling off the couch, I carefully make sure not to wake Lydia. I first go to the bathroom because I mean, who doesn't have to pee in the morning.

On the way to the kitchen I hear a piercing scream, coming from lydia, I notice. I run to the living room and immediately go to her, checking if she's okay.

"Lyds? Are you okay? Was it a bad dream?" Holding her face she shakes her head yes.

"Y-yeah. Allison was there taking c-care of me. I was sick and she said she's s-sorry for leaving m-me. Then her voice faded and she started b-bleeding."

Lydia's face is soaked at this point. Her makeup from the night before smeared completely, yet she's still amazingly beautiful. I grab onto her hands and we sit there like that for a while, me on the floor, her on the couch. It seemed like a lifetime till we make a sound or move a muscle.

"Stiles?" A small voice escapes Lydia's mouth. I look up to her as if saying what. "Can you hold me? I was fine when you where here, I think it's when you left when it got bad." She's looking down at her hands, as if she's guilty of what she's saying.

"Of course lyds, I'm always here to help." and with that I climb up to the couch and hold her. Slowly I feel her inhale and exhale as if she can finally breathe. I do the same because without her I'd be broken right now.

Hours pass and we drift in and out of sleep. Everyonce in awhile we talk. We talk about happy things. What we thought the dream meant, hell we talk about damn near everything.

After about three hours I start to get up and go to the kitchen to check on Scott and Kira. After they heard screaming they were worried but I said I'll handle it.

As soon as I got up Lydia whimpered. I looked back at her with a sad look in my eyes.

"Please. please stay stiles." she shifts uncomfortably, like a way of saying and needs me to be herself. I smile and lay back down wrapping her in my arms. She smiles and snuggles in more.

"Always." I sat quietly but she hears and looks up at me. We stare into eachothers eyes for what seems like centuries. "Buuut we're going to convince Scott to order pizza and we can have another movie night."

We both yell Scott and he runs out.

"IS EVERYTHING OKAY?!?!" We both giggle.

"Yeah we're fine." Lydia starts. "Great actually."

"But we're hungry and I think we should order pizza and have another movie night." I finish her thought in instinct.

"Deal." Scott says with determination and tells Kira while calling Pizza Hut.

They walk back in, well Scott does, Kira runs then jumps onto the big couch making a swoosh noise.

"Let's have some fun!! Oooo we should play truth or dare!!" Kira spills her words. "You guys down?"

Looking around the room we all nod. Why not have a little innocent fun? I grab Lydia's hand and she squeezes it reassuringly.

"Lydia, you first." Scott says starting the night off with a bang.

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Short chapter that I wrote on mobile, so sorry if they're are any mistakes. Since is 6am I'm going to attempt to get some rest.

Do you guys like this story? I hope so because I do enjoy writing it.

I hope you have a fantastic day,

xoxo, emily.

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