Stydia One Shots

Lydia's Secret

Stiles was the first to notice that there was something up with Lydia. The heels on her shoes started getting smaller and smaller to the point where they were completely flat. In fact, the other day, stiles noticed that she was wearing converse.

"I, am not, under and circumstance, wearing converse." Stiles remembers Lydia saying very clearly one day while driving to a pack meeting in his jeep. Though, 3 weeks later, there she was, wearing white chuck Taylor's with her little pink dress. When she first marched through that school hallway, stiles gasped in awe at her. She could work chucks like no other. Stiles, of course, was the only person that had noticed. He always payed attention to her.

"Hey, Scott, do you notice anything different about Lydia?" Stiles asked from his locker next to Scott's, watching the little strawberry blonde strut down the school hallways.

"No, nothing really. I can't feel anything different or smell anything. It's the same Lydia we've always known."

The other thing he noticed that was different about her was 2 weeks after the chuck Taylor incident. They were at the Mcall household on a Saturday night for a pack movie and board game night, which as always, ended in many empty bottles of beer and empty shot glasses. Towards the beginning of the night, stiles and Lydia were chatting away as always, completely ignoring the rest of the pack.

"There is no way that Star Wars is better than Harry Potter. The day I admit that will be the day I jump off a cliff: never." Lydia argued.

"Oh come on, stop defending the loosing side, Lydia! The legend of the skywalkers will forever go down in history as the best cinematic releases ever." He used his hands to emphasize his words, which reminded Lydia of a little kitten toying with a feather floating through the air.

'His hands are like little kitten class,' Lydia thought as she slipped off her ankle boots and socks.

Stiles was about to argue back when he noticed the several marks on her feet. She was speaking nonsense again about Harry Potter and he looked closer at her little toes, covered in blisters, cuts, bruises, and scratches all over.

"What happened to your feet?" He demanded, interrupting her rant. She stared up at him with wild eyes, scrambling in her brain for a good excuse. Lydia was never good under pressure.

"Uh, it's, it's nothing, stiles." She panicked, shoving her socks back on her feet so fast she winced at the tough fabric over her opened cuts. She went to walk out the archway into the living and join the rest of the pack but not before a firm hand snaked around her waist and dragged her back to him.

"Lydia, if you don't think I've noticed anything, I have. You've stopped wearing heels, and you wore converse the other day." Lydia cursed herself for that. She knew stiles would noticed, but ever since he and Malia got together, he stopped spending as much time with her, so she hoped he wouldn't notice the gradual changes.

"Stiles, it's really nothing. I'll be ok." She gave him a gentle smile before curving out of his hold and into the room, and plopped down onto a couch next to Kira.

The Monday after school following the movie night, stiles noticed, yet another, sign of Lydias secret. She was tapping her foot away, swiping and gliding it across the tile floor of her desk. In some kind of pattern stiles couldn't decipher. She had her headphones in, tuning in and out of the homework assignment they were assigned to work on. 'That's weird,' stiles thought. 'Lydia never looses focus. Ever.'

Lydias phone lit up, and stiles couldn't help but peek at the screen. The music she was listening too was something stiles would never imagine Lydia listening to: classical music.