Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

3. Cuppy Cakes

Stiles pov:
Popcorn, red bull and the tv consisted of my day. Dad and Auntie Em had gone out to do whatever the hell and he wanted me to unpack, but I reminded him of my wasp friends. He promised he'd call an exterminator but in the mean time, I was allowed to do what I usually did all summer: binge watch weird tv shows. I had barely started the first episode when the doorbell rang.

I groan loudly, rolling off the couch and making my way to the front door. Who even knew that I lived here?
"Hey!" Lydia smiles brightly and my heart drops to my stomach. Right. The only person I knew in Beacon Hills so far. I grin in response, pointing to the platter in her hands.
"Oh! I, uh, made you cupcakes..." She stands there awkwardly and I realize how rude I was being. I step out of the doorway, gesturing for her to come in.

She smiles, awkwardly coming in as her eyes examine my new home.
"I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't really be over here, since you don't really do a lot of talking, but..." She chuckles. "I made, like, ten batches of cupcakes."
I shrug it off, leaning against the back of the couch as she looks around.
"Mind if I..." She points her finger towards a shelf stacked with photo albums and I gesture for her to go ahead.

She smiles slightly, grabbing the first one and opening it up, joining me so I can look along. Her face lights up, seeing childhood photos of my dad and I at the lake we used to go to every summer. Ten year-old me held up a very large fish, my dads hands resting lightly on my shoulders and I grin. She flips the page and a chill runs through my body.

"Is that your Mom?" Lydia asks. She points to a picture of my mother, tackling  me in kisses while I laugh. I manage a light nod and Lydia closes the album, getting up and returning it to its place on a shelf.
"Sorry... I kinda intruded. I'll see you later though, okay?" She asks and I nod again, silently watching her leave the house.
I let out a grunt of frustration. "talk. TALK!" I scold myself.

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The exterminators came later on. I wrote down that I had laryngitis, guiding them upstairs to my room. It took about an hour but they came back down, telling me they'd send a bill in the mail and I managed a small "thank you" before watching them leave.

I jog up the stairs to my room with a few of my boxes, unpacking my stuff. Music. Music is good. I dig through one of my bigger boxes before pulling out my phone dock and plugging it into the wall before connecting my phone and playing music.

If I was being honest, the room smelled a bit so I opened up my single window, turning B up my music a little louder. What? I wanted to let the world know I had better music taste than them. My mattress was downstairs in the empty dining room and I struggle a little pushing it up the stairs but eventually I get there.

In one of the boxes, I find a broken, plastic rock band guitar and I chuckle, throwing the strap over my shoulder before pushing the buttons.
"FIONA SAYS SHES OUT SHOPPIN!" I yell the song, banging my head to the beat of the music.
"BUT SHES UNDER ME AND IM NOT STOPPIN!"

I completely let go, enjoying the fact that the house is empty except for me. But I still wasn't alone. There's a loud laugh and I immediately stop, searching for the source of the noise. And then it hits me. I look out my window, realizing that it faces Lydia's house and sure enough, there she is at her window, laughing.

Crap! I fall to the floor with a loud thud, unplugging my music before going to the window.
"I'm not a stalker I promise!" Lydia holds her hands up in defense.
"Y-you saw that?" I ask. She purses her lips to keep from laughing again, nodding.

I take the plastic guitar off of my shoulder, throwing it back into one of the boxes before poking my head out the window. I look down to see a small section of roof, assuming it covered a patio of some sort. Cautiously, I climb out of the window and onto the roof, Lydia's eyes still on me.

I go back through the window, finding a notebook from on of the boxes and a couple of thumb tacks.
Do not disturb.
I write largely on a piece of paper before going out on the roof again and tacking it above my window.

Lydia laughs as I crawl back through the window. Quietly, I turn the music back on, pulling rolled up posters out of boxes and pinning them on the walls. You know that tingling feeling you get when someone is staring at you? That's how I know Lydia kept on watching me, not saying a word as I emptied boxes out and onto my floor.

Pretty soon, all of my stuff was put away in their places. Well... Not actually pretty soon because it was more like five hours later, the sun setting in the sky. I take a look around my room, rather pleased with myself before flopping on my bed.

"We're home, Stiles!" I hear Auntie Em call from downstairs. My eyes started to droop when I hear my door open but I was already half asleep.
"Milkshake?" It was Auntie Em. My eyes snap open and I accept the drink from her hand. She looks around the bedroom, nodding slightly to herself in approval.

"You've been busy." She chuckles as I chug down my shake. Quickly, I glance over at Lydia's window to find her reading a very thick book before I return my gaze to Em.
"So..." Aunt Emma takes a seat beside me on the bed. "Tomorrow your father and I are going down to the police department so I can help him set up his office. You wouldn't mind watching Jesse, would you?"

I really didn't mind watching Jesse. In fact, I love her. Jesse was Auntie Em's, for lack of a better word, 'love child'. She was a little troublesome at times but mostly just a little sister to me. Not to mention adorable. Seven years old with red hair, her skin very pale but lightly dotted with freckles.

"Why would I mind?" I smile. Auntie Em pulls me into a hug, kissing my mop of hair before standing and leaving my room. I sigh. Shower. A shower would be nice.

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Lydia's pov:

"He's kind of weird Alli." I take a bite from my twizzler, sitting at the edge of my bed with my phone between my shoulder and ear.

"Weird? How so?" Allison asks on the other end. I sigh, munching on my candy while I think about it.
"It's not weird in a bad way. He just has little quirks, you know? Besides he's-" I look out my window to Stiles' room and notice him walking out of his bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. "totally ripped..." I whisper.

"Excuse me?" I didn't really pay attention to Allison at this point as Stiles ran his fingers through his wet hair. His hands then make their way down to his towel and I realized that if I didn't do something, I'd see him naked.

"Uh, I'll talk to you later Allison!" I exclaim, hanging up and throwing my phone somewhere in the room. I jump off my bed,racing over to my window and opening it. Now to get towel covered Stiles' attention. Frantically I grab a wooden pencil from a cup on my desk, throwing it out my window until it hits his. He turns around, startled at my appearance before opening his window as well.

"You should be a bit more careful." I say and he blushes.
"Right.... Sorry I don't usually have neighbors within pencil throwing distance." Stiles chuckles and I furrow my brows. Talking. That was new. Actually hearing him speak a full sentence gave shivers throughout my body at how gentle his voice was.

"He speaks." I say and he rubs the back of his neck.
"Two seconds." He holds up two fingers before walking out of my view. A minute later, he returns with basket ball shorts on and I mentally thank him.
"You're not necessarily a stranger anymore." He explains and I nod.
"Yeah, well I did just almost see you naked." I smirk. He laughs and I swallow dryly.

"Night, neighbor." Stiles says before closing his window. I smile to myself before closing my window as well and crawling back into my bed.

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Authors note:
AHEM... So, screw longer chapters because my brain is only capable of writing chapters this long.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe