Secret Love

__Why the hell not__

Lydia woke up around 6:30 a.m. feeling wonderfully sore and happier than she'd known she could feel. Yet she tended to notice she always felt that way when she woke up next her true love. Sitting up clutching the sheets to her naked body Lydia glanced around the room in search of the boy she assumed would be in bed with her. Not seeing him in the room she got up with the sheets wrapped around herself to go look for him down stairs but before she walked out of her bedroom door she noticed his shirt laying on the ground. More relaxed that he hadn't left yet she slipped the shirt over herself and left the sheets forgotten behind. Lydia found Stiles down in the kitchen talking on the phone. Taking in his form she couldn't believe such a perfect specimen could be in love with her. He was completely breathtaking with his bed hair, well defined chest, expressive hands and the way his jeans hung low on his hips without the button being closed was doing things to her. Moving towards him finally got Stiles to take notice of her presence in the kitchen doorway.

Lydia herself was a sight to see when she awoke. Sure Stiles had stayed a while in bed to watch her sleep but knowing he had to make a few phone calls he slipped out silently from the room and down towards the kitchen. He had started to brew coffee when he spoke to his dad explaining that he just needed time to clear his head and get the chance  to get some alone time with everyone always popping up at unwanted times that he decided he needed to go to his safe haven. Hearing Stiles's happier and relaxed tone the Sheriff understood his son and told him to just call earlier saying he was at his safe haven were ever that was at, and let him know he was okay and just needed time for himself. Stiles accepted his fathers reasoning, and told him that he was once again sorry for making him worry knowing how he must have felt but to please understand that it was something that just happened and in no way, shape, or form had he planned it. Having the Sheriffs forgiveness Stiles was more relaxed and gland that his dad understood him. What he dreaded was calling Scott back knowing he was the hardest one to convince and was probably mad about Stiles hanging up on him approximately an hour or so ago. The call was going to be a long one which was why he was happy to be nursing a cup of coffee at the moment.

The call started out as yells for his inconsiderate feelings towards his best friend and the hell of a night he put him into. Scott informed him of him being scared that something had happened to him. That even if their friendship was still rocky he worried and cared about him in the end. Stiles just responded saying he knows and that he cares for him as well, it was just that he needed space and time to think without being with someone every minute of the every day. That during school hours Malia was always around him and even if he appreciated his girlfriend spending time with him he didn't need to always be around her, that he also was stressed with having to deal with Theo's pack, that when Malia would give him space and would go spend time with Kira then he would always be around. That he understood that everyone was mending bonds. That that's why everyone was together at all times but that they were forgetting that they needed time to themselves. That the only time he ever got time for himself would be when he would be at the public library studying or when he was at Lydia's house doing the English project. Even if that was starting to provide some difficulties at times because Parrish would pop in and they wouldn't be able to get things done. To imagine how he would feel if Kira was to be with him not only at school but then at home after already spending a complete afternoon with his best friend attached at his hip. To see why he needed to go to his safe haven to breath and just focus on what he wants as a person. Hearing Stiles's argument Scott knew he was right.

They had all been over whelming each other with trying to recover their lost friendship especial with Stiles. Malia was trying to fix a relationship that was beginning to fall apart even if no one would point it out and he was trying to recuperate the brotherly relationship they always had even if it was hard to tell each other things. So Scott just sighed in defeat and told Stiles he understood but that he would feel much better if he knew where his safe haven was. During the part were Scott sighed in defeat Stiles took the opportunity to check out the girl that had stolen his heart that very warm day he looked towards the sand box on that fateful day in third grade. She walked towards him in only his Plaid shirt. Lydia had a glow to her that morning and he loved the way her hair was down framing her innocent looking face. How her eyes shined brightly as she looked at him with pure adoration and her natural pink full lips were curved in a smile.