This one shot was written for 5sos5hTeenWolf who requested a stydia study date. You don't see them getting a lot of studying actually done but it's cute and awkward and very stydia. It's pretty long so I hope I'm not rambling. Enjoy!
« Lydia we have been at this for hours, please. » The boy's voice sounded strained and tired. He was looking at the strawberry blonde with wide hopeful eyes. Lydia slowly looked up from the history book in front of her. She met Stiles' eyes with her green ones and smiled when she saw his failed attempt at puppy dog eyes.
« You know that is not going to work on me, right ? » The girl asked playfully.
« It works on Scott. » Stiles answered simply, shrugging his shoulders.
Lydia laughed. Her eyes were almost closed, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her whole body was moving and she just looked so damn happy and beautiful that Stiles couldn't help noticing the tug he in his stomach. He gulped and tried to regain a less awestruck look on his face.
"What's so funny?" He asked. Sure, he had been a little naive to think he could persuade Lydia the same way he did with Scott but it wasn't worth giggling for a full-on minute. Lydia's breathing started to slow down and she managed to stop her snickering.
"I'm in that state of tiredness where everything's simply funnier." The girl explained quite rationally for someone who had been laughing their head off a few seconds ago.
"See! You're tired, we should stop studying!" Stiles pleaded.
"No, we should continue. Stiles, you know this test will count for almost half of our grade this semester." Lydia reminded him.
"I know but I'm so tired and bored." The boy emphasized the last word to prove his exasperation. He looked at her with his perfected puppy dog eyes technique again, adding a pout with his lips for good measure. Lydia's gaze lingered a second too long on his lips before rolling her eyes.
"Stiles, should I remind you that I am in fact not Scott?" The petite girl asked teasingly.
"Oh trust me, there's no way I could ever confuse you and Scott. First, he's much taller than you. And his hair isn't strawberry blonde. And he's got that weird uneven jaw thing while your face is really symmetrical." The boy was babbling. "And I would never be attracted to him, he's like a brother to me, so it'd be kind of disgusting really."
Lydia froze at Stiles' mentioning of his crush on her. It seemed he hadn't even noticed what he had said. To him, it was completely natural. He had been obsessed with her since the third grade, so his infatuation with her was simply a part of his life by now. But Lydia wasn't used to it. Well she had been used to it before, two years ago when he kept following her around like a dog and she had to shout at him to just leave her alone, or just straight up ignore him. But then they had become friends. And she thought he had stopped to think about her that way.
It was the strawberry blonde's turn to feel something twist in her stomach, and she looked down, biting her lip. What was she supposed to do now? She had admitted to herself that she liked him a few weeks ago, but had decided to not do anything about it because he didn't fancy her anymore and she didn't want to make their friendship complicated. Everything just felt so easy with Stiles, like she could be herself and she really didn't feel that way about a lot of people. He made her laugh and he listened to her angry rambling about their sexist biology teacher and he was just so damn perfect. Even bickering with him was slightly enjoyable. She really didn't want to make their friendship complicated.
But now that he had let it slip that he still liked her, she decided to do something. Lydia had never been a shy person. In fact, she was rather bold when it came to flirting. However, she thought that in order to not give Stiles some kind of heart attack, she'd start with something subtle. So she took a piece of her hair in between her fingers and started twirling it absentmindedly. Then she looked at him through her eyelashes and spoke.
