Strawberry Blonde

Cabin

The light blue jeep pulled up to the small house in the middle of the woods.
The fact that it was still in one piece was a miracle in its self.

Stiles was the first to step out, opening the door and pulling his seat belt off- swinging his legs out of the car and hopping out. The gravel crunched under his feet and he took in a breath.

"Ahh. Finally. Freedom." Stiles said sarcastically before going to the trunk.

Lydia then stepped out, sighing as she shut the door behind herself. She had messaged Kira and convinced her and Scott to come down- but they wouldn't be there for a whole day. So Lydia would just have to hold out for a day more before she could finally ignore Malia for the most part.

She didn't understand it completely, but something about Malia made her stomach twist in anger. No one had ever made her feel that way about them at first sight.

Lydia wasn't completely in the dark as to why she didn't like Malia very much. Malia was gorgeous, something Lydia felt threatened by. But Malia also had one more thing that Lydia didn't; immaturity. Malia couldn't comprehend what was right or wrong, she would have to learn on her own how things worked.

Lydia walked up to the front of the house, looking at it. "So... How did we get this place?" She asked curiously. The condo-like house was really nice looking on the outside, almost too nice. How could they ever afford it?

"It was apparently a present from Derek. He rented it for Scott. I don't know why." Stiles replied, pulling the remaining bags out and setting them on the ground.

Lydia nodded and started to walk when Malia spoke up. "You don't know why? You never asked?"

She looked back at Malia before glancing at Stiles and replying. "We've learned not to ask. Is easier to just go with the flow of things. Especially with Derek." She said.

Malia looked towards Lydia before glancing at Stiles, a confused look on her face, but Stiles was too occupied to notice.

"Hey. Martin, You think you could get your bags out of my trunk or am I gonna have to lug them in too?" He said sarcastically. Lydia laughed softly and rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she walked to the trunk and got her bags out. "Wow what a gentleman." Lydia replied back, sarcastically as she walked into the house with her bags in hand. Malia looked at Stiles as he carried most of the bags, leaving one for her to bring.

Stiles had a million things on his mind, and most of those things involved the question of if he would survive the next day till Scott and Kira would show up.
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Lydia sat on the couch, flipping through channels. She would attempt to be nice to Malia for the sake of no arguments. But how could she be extremely nice to someone who made her writhe in annoyance every time she spoke?

"What do you want to watch?" Lydia asked Malia. She looked at Lydia before raising her eyebrows. "Me?" She asked. Lydia nodded, trying her very hardest not to roll her eyes.

"Oh. Uh... I don't care." Malia said. Lydia sighed and switched went on to the TV guide, searching through all of the channels. Before pressing a random channel and putting the remote on the coffee table, laying on the couch and pulling the blanket up, nuzzling it to her chin.

It was always hot in California- and she wasn't used to cold weather like this. It made her tired and awake at the same time and she couldn't quite figure out which she was more of. She eventually figured she'd go with the latter and sleep, considering she had to drive hours with Malia and Stiles, so she turned over on her side and eventually dozed off to sleep, letting the ocean of lethargy overcome her.