I'll Be Your Bat-woman (complete)

16. One of those scars is for me

So for those of you who have already read this, I accidentally published it and when I got home from school and checked my phone I realized my mistake(cause I was gonna update tomorrow) but here it is! *shrugs*
Lydia's POV:
Saturday. God bless the weekend, I mean seriously! Just take it in for a second: Saturday. Mmmmm.

I sat in the living room, on the couch, binge watching American Horror Story: Asylum as my mom gets ready for work. Yes. I had finally gone back to my house. Dad wasn't here, but I was fine with it. We never really got along anyway.
"I want an Evan Peters." I mumble to myself, shoving a spoonful of strawberry ice cream in my mouth.

I pause the tv.
"Mom, come here I need your expert opinion." I motion for her and she enters the room, putting on her earrings.
"See that boy?" I point to Evan on the screen. "I want one." I un pause the episode and she chuckles, returning to her office.

She comes back with her purse and keys in hand, walking over to me and placing a kiss on top of my head. I smile at her as she walks towards the front door and I continue eating ice cream.

"Lydia! There's some Stiles at the door for you! I'm going to work!" My mom shouts through the house. I shove one last spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.

"Okay!" Stiles my ass. I mean, sure I'd apologized but it'd take some serious backbone to come here. I get up off of the couch and walk to the kitchen. Like Stiles would ever come to my house let alone on a weekend when he could be watching The Walking Dead. I set the empty bowl in the sink but something catches my eye by the front door. Slowly, I turn and there he is.

"You're in my house." I say.
He steps towards me, nodding his head. "Yeah..."
"Wow she wasn't jok- you're in my house?" I cut myself off.
"You said that already..."
"Yes but you're in my house."
"That's been stated several times now." He clasps his hands together and for awhile I just stare at him. This is unbelievable.

"Why are you here?" I ask. I walk back to the living room and I can hear him follow me.
"I came to talk." He sighs and I flop on the couch. He stays standing though, fidgeting with his hands and pacing slightly as though he's nervous.

"About what?" I change the channel on the tv.
"Us."
I turn towards him. He takes the remote from my hand and turns off the tv but I don't object.

"There's an 'us'?" I ask.
"That's the thing." He sits next to me on the couch. "I've been thinking about this for the two weeks that we haven't really spoken."
He's been counting the weeks? He keeps fidgeting and messing with his hands, his knee bouncing up and down rhythmically.

"Y-you remember that night that you were sitting in the rain? A-and we were all looking for you? And then I found you...and I took you home thinking: I'd never been more happier in my life to find someone alive."
"What are you saying, Stiles?" I was so confused.

"You remember that dream you told me you had? It wasn't a dream... Lydia.... I think I like you."
A chill runs through my body at his words. This has to be a dream.

"I've never truly dated someone just because I like them. But it's different with you... Lydia, I'm crazy about you! I'd see you in the halls or at lunch and all I wanted to do was talk to you. Just to start a conversation and listen to your voice and your giggle. Your cute little giggle that drives me insane even more by the second. Every time I think about the cuts on your wrist I just want to hold your hand, as cheesy as that might sound, and I want to make those three little scars go away... Because I know one of those scars was because of me...And I know you've never done anything like this before. So would it be okay... If I asked you out?" He asks.

I freeze. All my life I had been dreaming of the moment when Stiles would ask me out, even though I knew it would never happen. And here it was. A literal dream come true. And not even just a normal 'will you go out with me?' no this was the
'I can't live without dating you.' speech and my heart stopped. Literally stopped and I had to remind myself, this time it wasn't a dream. This time, he had found me in the freezing cold. This time he had forced me to do something because it was for my own good. This time he had whispered he liked me and I didn't even realize that it was real. Because this time it was real.

"It would be more than okay." I chuckle. He grins and I melt. That grin. The grin that I had mentally memorized was now mine to keep.
"So..." He leans back into the couch.
"So?"
"Want to watch The Walking Dead?"
I laugh. "I'd like nothing more."
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Authors note:
Short chapter BUT STYDIA IS FINALLY GOING OUT!!!
You're welcome.
Comment, read, enjoy!"
-Chloe