Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

10. Paining

Stiles pov:
It was the next morning, a sickly feeling rupturing throughout my stomach. I hadn't planned on kissing Heather... I hadn't planned on kissing Lydia... And never did I plan on telling Lydia that she was the second person I'd ever even kissed (if you count Amy from the fifth grade. And I did.)

I guess the only reason I kept on kissing Heather was because I'd never actually kissed anyone before and maybe that night with Lydia was a one time thing. But it wasn't. And now I realized that. Lydia had said that she wanted this to be something- for us to be something.

The pain grows in my stomach and I wince a little, sitting up. Out of instinct my eyes flicker to her house where Lydia is doing the same as me: staring into her lap while sitting on her bed. She doesn't glance at my room like usual though, getting up out of her bed without acknowledging my presence.

She looks a little glum and my heart drops to my feet. I'd really hurt her. I take a deep breath before getting out of bed and pulling on some jeans along with my worn out red hoodie. I trudge downstairs, my dad sipping coffee on the couch, the news quietly playing on the tv.

Solemnly I dig out a bowl and some cereal, sitting on the couch next to him while eating breakfast.
"You're quiet."  Dad states, never lifting his eyes from the tv screen. I shrug, shoving cereal in my mouth.
"Tired." I mumble through my wheat flakes.

He eyes me, shifting slightly in his spot before giving me a serious look.
"I know what 'tired' means..." He trails off. I almost feel bad, his voice full of worry thinking of the other times I've stated that I was "tired".
"I'm fine. Honestly." But that wasn't going to convince him.
"I've heard that before too." He adds, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips.

"I'm going to go get soda from the store." I stand, putting my empty cereal bowl in the kitchen sink. Dad doesn't argue, watching intently as I grab my keys, leaving the house. Lydia's car wasn't in her driveway, but I didn't question it.

Silently, I made my way to the nearest gas station, pulling in an empty parking spot before hopping out. A familiar blue Honda catches my eye.
"Lydia?" I call out and her head snaps to my direction as she gets out of the drivers side.

She starts to walk away but I quickly catch up to her.
"So you're following me now?" She immediately spits and I nervously rub the back of my neck.
"No I just... Can't we talk?" I ask. Lydia picks up her pace and I stop, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back with me.

"I like you, Lydia... A-and I want to take you out on a real date and try and make this a relationship or something because I know you like me too." I bite my lip. Lydia rolls her her eyes, looking towards the ground but I take her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me.

"Lydia..." I pause, taking a deep breath. "You're, like, the first person I've ever really kissed." I look to her intently, fearing the words that might leave her lips.
"Bullshit. You're too good of a kisser." She mumbles, staring straight into my eyes and I lightly place my hands on her shoulders.

"Thank you, for that, but unless you count a fifth grade bet: you were my first kiss." My voice is quiet as Lydia's eyes seem to soften. "The only reason I kept kissing Heather was because...was because I didn't think our kiss was ever going to happen again. I didn't know when the next time I'd actually get to kiss a girl would be." I explain.

Lydia glances to the concrete, a smile spreading across her face. My expression drops and I run a hand through my hair.
"Oh my god, I'm so pathetic." I groan causing Lydia to chuckle.
"No, not at all! It's cute." She giggles and I roll my eyes, grinning.

"So will you go on a real date with me?"  I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets. She takes a deep breath making me nervous before slowly nodding.
"I'm sorry that I... You know..." She says, playing with her hands.
I sigh. "Give me your number and I think we can call it even."
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It was later on in the evening and Lydia was doing what she usually does in the afternoon: read, while I did what I usually do: watch Lydia until she notices me.

She finally looks up from her book, smiling at the sight of me and we both open our windows.
"Can I sound like a little kid for a second?" I ask while we both clamber out onto our roofs. It was routine by now, neither of us needing to say a word as we got comfortable.

"You always sound like a little kid but yes." She smiles.
"Okay, first: ouch. Second...will you read to me?" I ask with all seriousness. A grin appears on her face while she immediately agrees and opens her book.

Her voice is gentle as she reads and I take a deep breath before closing my eyes and soaking in her words.
"Stiles!"
My eyes snap open to a smiley Lydia.
The skyline is slightly dimmer than before and I furrow my brows.
"What time is it?" I ask, stretching with a soft yawn.

"Seven thirty. You fell asleep." She grins. I let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Sorry." I say and she shrugs. "I'm going to go finish my nap inside... I'll probably just end up sleeping the whole night. See tomorrow for a real date, okay?" I stand, slowly backing up to my window.

Lydia stands as well throwing her book back into her room.
"So I don't get a goodnight hug?" She pouts, spreading her arms open.
I chuckle. "Really?" I ask and she nods, throwing me puppy dog eyes. I sigh, easily giving in as I jump the small gap between our roofs and welcoming her embrace.

When we separate, her lips immediately attach to mine and I smile into the kiss. This girl would be mine. I'd make sure of that.
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Authors note:
BOOP. BOOP. They fought for .5 seconds because Stydia is Stydia and... Yeah. Like always I have absolutely nothing to say soooooo
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe