Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

11. Real date

Lydia's pov:
I watched as Stiles got situated in his bed an hour later, almost immediately falling asleep. Every now and then I'd glance up from my book to catch him rolling around in his slumber and I'd smile to myself.

It was now ten forty-five and I was just getting situated in my own bed, taking one last look to Stiles window. But something was off. It wasn't the soundless kind of sleep like early, calm and peaceful. His hands gripped the sheets tightly as he thrashed around ever so slightly, muttering something under his breath.

I get out of bed, crawling through my window and jumping onto his roof. I tap on the glass.
"Stiles?" I speak in a hushed tone and his mutters seem to get louder. His window was slightly cracked but I didn't dare go in. Not yet.

"Stiles." I say a little louder and he jerks violently in his bed. His chest falls up and down in quick, short breathes before he jolts forward, screaming at the top of his lungs. I curse under my breath, lifting his window and stumbling into his room. Immediately, I grab onto him as he thrashes around, acting as though someone was attacking him.

"STILES!" I pull him into me as he yells, tears falling from his eyes as he starts to calm, but only slightly. Stiles grips my arm, breathing deeply, closing his eyes shut as tight as he can and I stroke his hair. The sheriff runs in, out of breath. His eyes catch on his son, and then to me and I smile slightly as if telling him it was okay and I could handle it.

He gives me a small, yet thankful, nod before exiting the room. Stiles weeps into my arms, his face pressed into my chest as I play with his hair, softly.
"You're okay. I got you." I whisper, kissing the top of his head as he calms down. His grip never loosens from my arm and he sniffles a little, slowly falling back asleep.
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"Lydia." A voice mumbles in my ear and I stir a little. My eyes flutter open slowly, sunlight dancing into my field of vision along with Stiles.
I smile a little. "Hey..." My voice is low and soft. He smiles right back. The suddenly realization of what happened last night comes to mind and I sit up abruptly in his desk chair.

"H-hey. Are you okay?" I ask, taking his face between my hands and rubbing his cheeks gently with my thumbs. He almost seems to chuckle.
"I'm fine." He grins. Stiles stands from his bent over position, my hands running down his nape and down his arms until they clasp onto his own hands.

We both look down to our intertwined fingers and I almost laugh at how cheesy the whole situation is.
"You should go get ready for today. I have everything planned out." Stiles interrupts my thoughts. His voice is a little gruff, confusing me until I remember his terrified screams from last night.

I stand pecking him on the lips and walking towards his window but he pulls me back, moving his grip to my waist and reconnecting our lips.
"And you two aren't dating?" The sheriffs voice makes us jump apart. We both exchange quick glances at each other before Stiles clears his throat.
"Not yet." He responds. I smile at the word yet.

"Don't be so hopeful, lover boy." I joke. A grin spreads across his dad's face as he leaves the doorway of Stiles room.
"Hurry up. We leave in ten." Stiles nods towards the window. I give him one last peck on the lips before crawling out his window and jumping the roof, returning to my own room.

I opt for a black, long sleeved shirt, some short jean shorts, my hair in its naturally curly state as I slip on some nude flats. I grab my small over-the-shoulder purse then quickly run downstairs.

"Wait a second!" My mother stops me as I reach for the front door. With a quiet groan, I turn to where she stands in the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" She asks, taking a long sip on her tea.
I shrug. "Stiles is taking me somewhere."

She seems to consider this for a moment, my hand still resting on the door knob.
"Like a date?" She inquires.
"Yes. Exactly like a date and if you don't stop questioning me I'll be late for that date." I yank the front door open. "Rhyme absolutely intended." I say over my shoulder before closing the door and walking to the end of the driveway.

Not even half a minute later, Stiles jogs out of his house, gesturing for me to join him and I do so without hesitation.
"Haven't seen you in a while." He jokes, opening the passenger door of his Jeep for me. I thank him, getting situated as he climbs behind the wheel, pulling out of the driveway.

"So what adventure are we embarking on today?" I ask as he drives down the street. How did he even know where he was going? He just moved here. I ask myself but then decide on the fact that google maps is a saint.

"It's a surprise." He grins proudly to himself. I grumble.
"I don't like surprises." I complain like a little kid. I rest my feet on the dashboard, staring out the window at the passing scenery. Stiles grabs my hand with his own and I take in a sharp breath, his thumb running over my knuckles.
"You'll love it." He mumbles.
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Authors note:
This chapter will have a part two so get pumped!🙌🏼
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-Chloe