It's Complicated - stydia

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Lydia hated granola bars.
That's all that they would allow her to eat in the hospital, due to the fact that they have many vitamins in them. She began to go into full detail about how bananas and apples had the exact same or even more vitamins in them than the same type of granola bar that she ate for two days in a row.

She didn't find out that Malia and I split until Scott spilled the information out about five days after it happened. I didn't know what to say to her after she confronted me about it when she got home.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked as her body was sprawled across my bed and I was hanging up my shirts in my closet. It was nearing one, and my dad was asleep. "I-I don't know. I just... It just was really soon to tell anyone. I'm sorry." I heard her stand up and walk closer to me.

I felt her arms slither around my torso, and I felt her body press against mine. I sighed and dropped the flannel I was holding and turned around to hold her properly.

"Let's go into your bed and talk okay?" She said looking up to me. I sighed and nodded as she drug me to my bed, and I took off my flannel. God I own too many. 

She was already in by the time I laid down next to her. I laid on my side facing her and she was facing me. We laid there in silence until I finally moved closer to her, and she wrapped her arms around my chest. "Oh Stiles." She sighed. "What am I ever going to do with you?" I laughed at her and pushed her closer to me.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked and she shook her head. "Let's sleep. Sleep is always good." I nodded and stroked her hair. "Goodnight Lydia." I whispered to her and she nodded sleepily. "Goodnight ba..." The rest of the sentence was mumbles of slumber. She tangled her feet with my legs and and drifted to her dreamland.

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I woke up to see her.

That was a strange thing to find. Lydia always gets up before I do to make breakfast or even to go sleep in her bed and not my floor, where she has fallen asleep twice because we were watching movies, and we made a fort.

I saw how she slept. Her lips wet, her eyes watery, her hair messy. Her eyebrows folded and unfolded quite a few times, and she mumbled things.

"S-Stiles?" She asked, her eyes fluttering open. I nodded, "It's me Lyds." She sighed and let her eyes close again. "Are we still doing those plans today?" She asked, sitting up, her eyes half open. "What plans Lydia?" She yawned. "The- uh- the plans with Scott and Allison." I frowned, "Lydia All... Allison died. Remember?" She shook her head. "No, no she didn't. Look, she's right there." She said, her head turning to the doorway of my closet.

There stood an apparition, but it wasn't Allison. It was anything but Allison. Allison was beautiful, and had pale skin and dark hair contrasted against it. The thing was tall and dark. It's eyes were beating red, like a wolf. But it wasn't a wolf, it was a creature that has been haunting my nightmares for years.

"You can't hurt me any more." I said, getting up and out of bed, Lydia had disappeared. "I... I am s-strong." I said slowly making my way towards the monster. "Get out of my head!" I screamed at it as it neared me. I fell onto the floor and screamed over and over. "Wake up Stiles! Let me go!"

It was no use. The screams were being defeated by a mighty roar of fear flooding through my veins. "Lydia help!" I screamed for her. Her voice was there. Like a coefficient cloud blocking the discrepancies of darkness in my mind. "Stiles I'm here." She whispered to me, her hand gripping mine.

"Lydia help me." I whispered, followed by her nod. She screamed at the top of her lungs, the monster starting to wither. It fell to the ground and disappeared. I turned and looked at Lydia. She was naked. But she looked angelic. She laughed and smiled. "God I'm so naked."