Right Beside You | Stiles Stilinski | Two

12 - One, Two...

I wish I knew the trick to having a good morning. There are some days—most days for me—when it doesn't matter how much sleep you get. Three hours or ten, you wake up feeling groggy and gross with only one thought on your mind: "Please let me bury my face back into this pillow, put the world on pause, and sleep for the equivalent of ten years."

But sometimes, there are better days, days where you open your eyes the moment your alarm goes off and feel wide awake. You can sit in bed and smile at the sun on your ceiling, get up and pick out a cute outfit without the slightest hassle. Everything just falls into place.

I wish I knew the secret to having mornings like that, but I don't. All I know is that when the sun and moon and stars and planets align in whatever perfect position they need to be in, you have to enjoy every second you can get. That was the kind of day I was having.

"Seriously, you're about two seconds away from having blue birds fly through the window to do your hair. It's revolting."

"Really, Lydia?"

"Yes, really. Now stop smiling. Your walking-on-sunshine attitude is giving me a migraine."

"Usually you're the one bouncing around in the morning," I reminded her, edging around the kitchen counter to her side. "You sure you're okay?"

Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing, "God, I am so sick of you asking if I'm okay."

"Lyd—"

"I know, I know. You just want to make sure. You just want me to know you care. I get it. I just...wish I could stop seeming not okay." She shook her head, vibrant curls bouncing around her as she tried to shake the weakness. "I'm fine. I...I didn't sleep well. So I'm in a bad mood."

I pursed my lips, reluctantly letting the subject go. I remembered all too clearly the nights I'd staying Lydia's room, consoling her when she woke up screaming. Even now that she was "fine," there were nights I'd walk past her room and hear her tossing and turning, even whimpering behind the closed door. But if Lydia didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to talk about it. There was no good in pushing her.

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulder and resting my head on top of hers. "Would it help your bad mood if I let you pick the music in the car today?"

"It's my car, Scarlett. I should be able to play my music whenever I want."

"Okay. What if I let you pick the music, and I pay for delicious, ridiculously priced coffees before we go to school."

"Hm...I suppose..."

I grinned, kissing her temple and dodging the hand she waved to swat me off. "Meet you in the car!"

We stopped by Lydia's favorite coffee shop before school, where the coffees were very much overpriced. But even the expensive coffee couldn't put a dent in my good mood. I marched into school with my head held high, a smile on my face, and drink in hand. I felt confident, cute in my skirt and red, knee-high boots, and most importantly, like myself with my Harley Quinn T-shirt. People actually moved out of my way. I had to wonder if this was how Lydia felt all the time.

I walked Lydia to her locker as usual, stopped by my own, and then scurried off to my next destination. Stiles seemed to sense my arrival before I announced myself. He looked up from his backpack as soon as I rounded the corner, his lips pulling into a grin.

"Morning, Blake," he greeted when I reached his locker.

"Good morning, Stilinski!"

I beamed, clutching my books to my chest and planting a kiss on his cheek. The skin immediately turned pink and Stiles let out a noise of surprise. He nervously looked up and down the hall, making me frown.