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"Lydia?" Stiles sat up after Lydia. He noticed Lydia was tossing and turning and throwing covers left and right, non stop.

"Are you okay?" He asked the girl with messy strawberry blonde locks. To Stiles, it didn't matter what she looked like, she was perfect and beautiful in every way. "Yeah, it was just a nightmare." She shook her head and rubbed her temples, her hands soon taken away, and rapped in his larger ones.

She turned to look at him, and saw that his eyes were filled with concern, she hated when he looked at her like that. She didn't like to worry him, but unfortunately he could read her like a book. After a few moments, Stiles pulled her closer to him and laid them down, her back to his chest.

He knew better than to ask her, what the dream was about. "Can you just talk, just to make me feel better." Lydia asked him, her voice quiet and hoarse. "Yeah- yeah sure." Stiles whispered to her. His arm was rapped around her middle, and his head rested in her hair.

"Remember that time, we went ice skating?"

Stiles was cautious, he didn't want to ask her anything she wasn't comfortable with, so he started off small. As he felt her nod, he continued.

"That was a fun day. It was the only time we ever hung out like that. It was really nice to see you happy, like actually happy. You know Peter though always ruining things. But, before that it was fine, Allison was trying to teach Scott how to skate, and you and I were skating together. I thought her inviting you would be good, and it was, she was a great friend. That day, It was perfect, for me anyway."

He chuckled to himself, and noticed she didn't find it amusing. He turned her to him, and saw unshed tears in her eyes.

"I miss her so much." She let out a sob and Stiles pulled her into a warm embrace. He didn't want her to cry, and he knew he shouldn't have said those things. Lydia cried till her tears ran dry. She felt better being in his arms, than alone in her bed, because some nights she was crying herself to sleep, alone and inconsolable.

Ever since Stiles and Malia broke up, they grew close again like it used to be. Lydia didn't know what made her happier, being able to be as close as they were, or the fact that she no longer had to feel the pull of their tether in her chest.

It used to be constant when he was dating Malia, but being in his arms like this made things easier. She needed Stiles, if he wasn't here, she would go out of her mind.

He tried to calm her down with sweet words and silent whispers. "I miss her too." Stiles said as he held onto her tighter and played with her red curls. "Wanna listen to music?" She nodded as he got up from his bed and put his iPod on his docking station.

He played a song and sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. She felt cold without his touch, so she sat up and laid her head on his chest. They sat through a few songs and talked quietly, before Thinking Out Loud came on. "You wanna dance with me?" Stiles asked innocently, intertwining his hands with hers. "Sure."

Lydia answered, he got up and offered her his hand which she gladly took. Stiles placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey, you didn't refuse this time?" Stiles looked down at her expectantly.

"Maybe I didn't want to." She answered. Stiles was glad they were in the dark, otherwise, she would've seen his rosy red cheeks. They swayed for a minute, before Stiles broke the silence.

"That night was crazy. It was going better after you agreed to go dance with me." Lydia smiled to herself and rested her head on his shoulder, as they swayed to the music. ",but then you wanted to look for Jackson."

He was whispering in her ear now, his hands soon feeling her pale, porcelain skin. Lydia looked up at him, and he held her gaze, looking right into her emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry about that, I was stupid." She told him, letting her head rest on his broad shoulder again. She felt him shake his head against her fiery red curls.

"Your not stupid and you don't ever have to apologize to me. I should be sorry, I should've known Peter was lurking out there. I'm just glad I got to you when I did."

Stiles spoke mindlessly, not noticing what he had said until, he had already let the words fall out of his mouth.

"What?" Lydia looked up at him, with her big curious eyes. All this time, she thought Jackson saved her from bleeding to death, but she was wrong. "I- I was running toward you, I guess you didn't hear me tell you to run, and Peter got to you before I could. I promised I'd help him find Derek if he didn't kill you....so I called Jackson."

She looked up at Stiles in awe, her green eyes searching his whiskey brown. He broke eye contact and looked down. "I shouldn't have told you anything, I'm sorry." Lydia lifted his head up and shook her head.

"I love you."

Stiles searched Lydia's eyes for any sign of dishonesty. He had waited for so long to here her say that to him. His eyes drifted down to her lips, and he only acted on impulse. His hands cupped her cheeks and he leaned in, kissing her softly. Lydia always wondered what it would feel like to kiss him again, always trying to remember the taste of his soft lips.

His hands found her waist, and hers his hair. He turned his head, and deepened the kiss, his hands finding her cheeks again. He reluctantly pulled away, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you too." He replied. She couldn't help but smile, and pull him back in for another kiss.
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Hey so I haven't updated in a while, and I've just recently started to brainstorm again. It's summer for me and my partner, idk if she wants me to say her name? But, I just wanted to get this up, and if you want to, check out my Instagram which is officialstilinski and my other Wattpad is also officialstilinski . Teen Wolf has gotten crazy, and it's about to get crazier. Only two episodes left of 5A, which is exciting but also scary, so much to do in so little time. Thank you, to those of you that read this stuff, which are few of you. Peace out.

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