Since You've Been Gone - Stydia One Shot

Since You've Been Gone

It had been 3 months since Lydia had left. She told him that she needed space, that she needed to get out of this god-forsaken town. That everywhere she turned it reminded her of Allison, and that she couldn't deal with it anymore. Stiles understood, but it didn't hurt less when he saw the taxi speed away from him with his favourite strawberry blonde in the back seat.

He never expected for her to be gone so long. He thought 2 weeks max, just like a holiday, but by the month mark, he became worried. By the second month mark, he was running on less than 5 hours of sleep, tossing and turning about the horrible situations that Lydia could find herself in. Now, at the third month since she had skipped town, he was angry. He was upset that Lydia never called him, or that she hadn't come back yet. Although anger burnt in his veins like a fire, it didn't mean that his didn't heart sink every time he would look over to the desk where Lydia used to once occupy.

He had tried to move on with his life. He tried to get out of the house, after wallowing in his own pain for weeks. He tried to be there for Scott, who did just lose the love of his life, but it was move like Scott was there for Stiles. Not that Scott minded. Anything to keep him from crying. Stiles even tried to move on with his feelings for Lydia. He even agreed to go on a date with Malia, but cancelled last minute because it was all too much. Malia understood, and now they're friends, but it's not the same as when Lydia was here.

School was the hardest part. He couldn't message the beautiful genius to ask if she could help her study for their maths exam, even though he just spent most of that time staring at her. How she would flick her long strawberry blonde locks over her shoulder, or how she would stick her tongue out when she was concentrating, or how she would constantly roll her eyes at him when he wasn't paying attention, which was most of the time. He also hated how there once 8-person group had now become a 5 person group, with the addition of Malia.

What he hated most was that, even though she had hurt him, that she hadn't contacted him to tell him if she was okay, that she only gave him 10 minutes notice before flying away from this town, he was still in love her. He tried to refrain, but she was stuck in his brain. He wanted to be angry, he wanted to hate her for just picking up and leaving, but he could never hate her, because the truth is, he loved her. He wasn't angry at her, but he was so angry about what she did. It confused him; he didn't know how to feel, so eventually, he lost hope. He stopped hoping that every phone call was from Lydia, because he had been let down too many times. He stop running down to the door at the speed of lightning, just in case it was Lydia, because every time, he would be let down. He couldn't deal with the disappointment anymore, so he gave up.

One Thursday afternoon, he was home alone, studying for the upcoming biology exam, well he wasn't studying as such, more like looking the pages of textbook but not reading any of it. Suddenly he was pulled out of his mindless trance but a knock on the door. With a groan, Stiles rolled, literally, out of his bed landing on the floor with a big bang. He stayed like that for a few seconds until there was another knock.

"I'm coming!" He moaned in annoyance. He was eventually able to push himself off the floor and too make his way down stairs. He rustled his fingers through his hair and rolled his eyes when there was another knock.

"For god's sake, I'm coming. Don't get your knickers in a kn-" He was stopped by the presence that stood before him when he opened the door. The long strawberry blonde curls that he had grown to had been cut so that the only reach the beautiful girl's shoulders. The girl was wearing jeans, something that Stiles never imagined he would see her in. The flannel shirt that she wore hanged off her body and didn't define her curves that her other clothes normally did. When he finally worked up the courage to look at the eye, she smiled.