Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

7. Don't be dumb

Lydia's pov:
I couldn't get Stiles little comment out of my head. I really want to kiss you right now. It sent shivers down my spine.

"CRAP!" There's a a loud banging noise and I look out my window to the Stilinski house. Several shelves that were once on Stiles wall were now on the floor and I chuckle, opening my window and throwing a pencil at his.
"Need help neighbor?" I laugh as he opens his window with a growl.

"Nope. Everything's fine and dandy here." He sighs.
"I'm coming to help." I state, not really giving him an option as I climb out of my window. I jump over to his roof but I slip a little. Stiles quickly reaches out the window, grabbing my arm so I don't fall to the ground and I smile in appreciation.

"What did you do?" I laugh, examining all the junk on his floor.
"STILES!" There's a shout from downstairs and Stiles curses from under his breath.
"I'll be right back." He mutters before racing out of his room and downstairs.

I take this as an opportunity to snoop around his room. I take quick note of his collection of Star Wars DVDs that have fallen on the floor along with the shelves. Several lengthy books peek out from under his bed, most of them by Steven King. The posters on his walls were mostly of bands I'd never heard of.

I take a seat on his bed just as he returns, his face slightly reddened.
"Not that it's any of my business but what was that about?" I ask. Stiles rubs the back of his neck.
"My dad just-" he starts but suddenly the power goes out causing Stiles to sigh. I look to him suspiciously.

"You're not going to murder me, are you?" I ask and he chuckles.
"Uh no just... wait here while I go flip the breaker." He says, heading for the door but I follow him.
"No way. I'm coming with you this time." I argue and he doesn't oblige as I follow him out of the room and down the stairs.

"Wasn't your dad just here?" I ask, seeing as the dim living room was empty.
"Yeah but he left for work." Stiles explains. He goes over to the kitchen sink, opening a cabinet below it and pulling out a decent sized flashlight. I then follow him over to a door, which I think is a closet, but realize I was wrong when he opens it.

"We're going in the basement?" I gulp, peering down at the pitch black staircase. Stiles clicks on the flash light and shines it down the passageway, a smile clear on his face.
"Yup." He respond, popping the P. He turns toward the opening and I grab his arm, making him hesitate before understanding that I wasn't going down there without a grip on something.

Slowly we descend the staircase until we reach the concrete ground below, the air cold, causing me to shiver. We look around for a little bit, boxes pushing up against the wall, the floors a bit dusty. He finds the breaker and just as we start to walk towards it, the flashlight goes out leaving us in pitch black nothingness.

I scream, wrapping my arms around Stiles torso, causing him to chuckle before lightly rubbing my back with his hand.
"Lydia, we're fine." He assures but still I don't let go. He shuffles over to where I assume the breaker panel is, myself still wrapped around him, and pressing a few things. A single lightbulb illuminates the basement and I slowly let go of Stiles.

He has a huge grin on his face and I roll my eyes, knowing he's mentally making fun of my actions.
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"Here try these." I say, throwing a bag of candy from where I sit on my roof to where Stiles sits on his. He catches it, effortlessly, grabbing a handful before throwing it back to me. We had put his shelves back on his wall and then I'd returned home. The sun was slowly setting and like always, there was a familiar clank against my window as a pencil hit the glass.

"What is it?" Stiles asks, holding one up to his eyesight before popping it in his mouth. His face immediately twists and I laugh at his expression.
"Oh my god that's way too sour." He complains, puckering his lips as my laughter dies down. The sourness of the candy goes away and his face returns to normal before he grabs a bag behind him and throws it to me.

I catch it, smiling before taking a handful of Reese's pieces and throwing the bag back to him. We both stay silent, chewing on our candy and just staring at each other.
We both have our knees hugging our chests and Stiles breaks his gaze from mine, looking down to his lap. He seems to be contemplating something and I watch him intently.

"I like you." Stiles looks up from his lap, not moving his head but only his eyes to see my reaction.
I smile, shaking my head. "Don't be dumb." I say, shifting slightly. He scoots forward on the roof, still hugging his knees to his chest like me.

"Too late." He mumbles and we both smile at each other. There's a minute of silence as both of our gazes move back down and I shift a little. I bite my bottom lip, standing which causes Stiles to look at me.
"I like you too." I mutter. Stiles grins, rubbing the back of his neck as I return to my room.

But I pause outside my window, Stiles eyes still on me as I turn around.
"You wanna go to a party?" I ask. He looks over to the setting sun then back to me.
"I-I'm not really the party type. Remember? Socially awkward and painfully mute?" He says, standing.

"Please? I don't want to third wheel with Allison and Scott again." I pout. He seems to consider this for a moment before sighing.
"Fine." He grumbles.

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Authors note:
I HATE HATE HATED WRITING THIS CHAPTER (besides the end where they said they liked each other) but I knew what I wanted to happen by the end of the chapter I just couldn't think of what to happen in the beginning so, the lights just mysteriously went out😐

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-Chloe