We Almost Made It

Baby Steps

Scott sat at his desk, his eyes fluttering from the little sleep he had gotten last night.

He looked out the window to see swaying tree leaves and few cars pass by. He sighed and looked back up at the clock, desperately willing the bell to ring.

It did.

The final bell rang and he was the first out the door of his classroom. He was swiftly walking down the hallway to his locker when he saw her.

Allison.

Allison Argent.

He blinked a couple times and she was gone. Her ghostly presence had evaporated in swirling spirals of smoky mystery.

Scott clicked open his locker, grabbed his backpack, and walked out of the school.

A single tear dribbled out of his eye and he quickly wiped it away, trying not to remember.

He didn't want to remember what they had. It was all too good. Supernaturals didn't just 'get it good'.

They were made to experience loss and regret. To feel like they needed to do something.

Whether it was saving the world or making it suffer.

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*Earlier, 10:25 am*

Lydia was the first to wake, she's an early bird.

She moved her arm, prepping herself to get up, but with one move she realized she was still in Stiles' grasp.

Stiles grunted but didn't wake.

Lydia chuckled lightly to herself and carefully untangled herself from him. She got up out of the bed and raked her fingers through his hair.

"Rise and shine, Stilinski." She patted his shoulder.

Stiles grunted and groaned sleepy, non-understandable words.

Lydia sighed, "Can't understand you mumble-mouth."

She then marched off to the bathroom to get ready.

She dipped her hands into the warm water of the sink and splashed it on her face.

She didn't have any cosmetics, but that was okay because she is naturally gorgeous.

Stiles thought the same thing as he sleepily stepped into the doorframe.

Lydia noticed a figure shift in the mirror and she looked up, "Oh, good morning sleeping beauty. Glad to see you're alive."

He smiled, admiring her teasing humor about his sleepiness.

Stiles ran a hand through his hair, noticing how greasy it was.

"I need a shower so if you really want to see me strip down butt naked, you best step out for five minutes."

Lydia looked back up into the mirror, giving him a devilish smirk.

His eyes widened, surprised by her recent flirting.

She turned around and lightly touched the hem of his shirt.

He gulped. He didn't have chiseled abs at all and he was very self-conscious of taking his shirt off in front of anyone.

She carefully crinkled it up and lifted it over his head. They weren't.......bad.

Stiles' breath wavered as she pulled his Cyclones shirt over his head.

She had to remind herself, abs don't matter. She didn't really expect Stiles to have them either and that was okay.

Lydia smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek. "That's all you get for now, Stilinski."

With that, she walked out, leaving Stiles standing there with his jaw swung open and his eyes wide.

*Oooooo Lydia you're such a tease!
But seriously tho Scott wtf is up with you.
Hope you liked this chapter! It was another fun one to write because Stydia duhhhh
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