Summertime Sadness

Shy Smiles.

Stiles slides into her driveway swiftly searching for her in the illuminated light coming from the porch. Squinting his eyes he sees a color that is easily compared to a flame. Getting out of the car he walks over to her with his hands in the pockets of his denim jeans.

"Hey, Lydia." A trustworthy smile plays on his lips. "Wanna get going?"

"Yeah." Lydia smiles reassuringly and grabs his hand. She seemed a little unsure, like he might pull back but he didn't.

After helping her in he got in himself. Glancing over to the frail yet firecracker little girl next to him. She's staring down at her hands warily, examining her fingers as a distraction.

Lydia could feel stiles staring at her and it kind of made her grin at the quiet boy. He's not sure if she's okay because of the urgency in the text, she can tell.

"So, are you okay?" Stiles starts the car and glances over at her as if reading her mind. She simply shrugs and doesn't remove her glance from the small hands she's examining. "I take that as a no. Wanna talk about it?"

Remaining silent for what seems like forever she finally decides to speak up.

"It was Ally. I keep having recurring dreams where it starts with her comforting me. Then slowly she starts bleeding and telling me it's my fault." Noticing her sniffling he decides to reach for her hand. "That I killed her. then at a point I have to scream to wake up."

"Lyds," he pauses while glancing at her, "you know that isn't true. If it's anyone's fault it's mi-"

"No, Stiles, don't. it's not your fault. you didn't kill Allison." Squeezing his hand. "None of us did." this statement quieter than the last.

"I know." He shifts a bit. "It's just if it's anyone's fault, it'd be mine." Staring at the road with a frown sitting on his face.

Lydia absolutely despises the nogitsune because of the sorrow and distress it caused Stiles. I don't think he'll ever forget the things he did when he was possessed, probably will never even forgive himself. It doesn't matter how many times we tell him it's not his fault.

"Hey." He looks at me with his puppy dog eyes filled with admiration and sadness. "It wasn't your fault, okay?"

"Okay." Being relived he didn't put out more of an argument I sigh. We pull into his drive way and I hear the engine die.

"My dad and Melissa are in his room, so we should be fine." Stiles didn't want to bother his dad after Lydia texted, so he just figured he'd be fine with it. The Sheriff always liked Lydia, no matter what. Even when I was with Malia he had this look in his eyes like a small disappointment and every time Lydia was around his eyes would just light up.

"You didn't tell them I was coming?" Lydia retorted harshly, a tone Stiles hadn't heard in quite some time.

"Um, no. I didn't want to bother them." He defended himself but his voice quivered slightly at the thought of her getting mad at him.

"I'm just kidding." She pats his back and giggles a little. "Let's go then, yeah?"

"Y-yeah." He chuckles nervously and puts his hand on the small of her back leading her up the stairs of the front porch. Quickly unlocking the door, they both walk up the stairs in a hurriedly manner. As he shuts the door behind them they both let out a long sigh.

"Glad that's over with." I walk over to my bed and pick up the things on the floor around it. Lydia simply snickered at the underwear I pick up, my cheeks suddenly burning a hot red.

"Hey." She walk over to him and touches his arm reassuringly. "It's okay you don't need to pick up for me, I'd never judge you." She pauses then laughs a little, her eyes sparkling. "You should see my room, it's a train wreck at the moment."

Laughing at her trying to make me feel better she nearly smacks my arm but misses as I grab her thin wrist jokingly. Just then our giggling stops and it's threateningly quiet. We look into eachothers eyes with a fondness that I've only felt when I'm with her. It seems like we stand there for ages when she finally breaks away clearing her throat.

"I can take the floor." I stammered stumbling over my feet. She looks up at me with her sparkling eyes, the rim a darker color as it slowly fades into a lighter green and finally her too big pupils from the dark room. Suddenly she breaks the lingering stare and sits on the bed.

"Don't be silly," Waving her hand as if pushing away the obscene thought. "We can share. I mean, you don't sleep naked do you?"

This comment makes me blush furiously and pink spreads to her ears as well, as she notices what she just said. Her nose crinkles up in an adorable fashion and it makes me want to hug her and keep her safe from everything bad in this world.

"Sorry." Chuckling anxiously, she pulls her lips into a tight line causing them to lose all of their color.

"It's okay. I do sleep with my shirt off though." Pausing and putting out my arms for a dramatic effect, like a sign of defense. "That's okay, right?"

"Yeah, that's absolutely fine. I mean even if it wasn't it's not like I could stop you it's your house. And it's your bed. You could sleep naked if you want, I couldn't do anything about it. Maybe I should take the floor." She gets up and I find her rambling extremely cute.

"No, no it's fine." I grab her shoulders and sit her back down. "Just relax, okay? there's absolutely no reason to be nervous around me."

"What? I'm not nervous." Her tone says one thing but her actions and her blushing says another. I merely wink at her and she shivers automatically.

I turn away taking off my shirt and throwing it on the ground. Climbing behind her, I turn away so I don't make her uncomfortable.

"What're you doing?" a small voice comes from the curtain of strawberry blonde hair next to me.

"What do you mean?" I tested, not sure what else to say to her remark.

"I mean why're you all the way over there when you could be holding me." A sudden burst of confidence appeared from the girl who was just blushing furiously and shivering at my actions.

"Right." I roll over and wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her into me. Smiling into her hair, I hear her giggle innocently.

"Much better. Goodnight Stiles." She purred. I can already feel her breathing slow, drifting off. I never thought I could feel so much comfort in feeling someone fall asleep in my arms. Finally knowing she's safe is like a weight lifted off of my shoulders.

"Goodnight, Lyds." I sigh and feel a sudden burst of exhaustion take over me.