Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

14. Lacrosse

Stiles pov:
I'd long forgotten yesterday, along with Lydia's question, silently saying out goodbyes as I exited through her window.

But today, Scott wanted to show me the school fields and play a bit of lacrosse. I agreed of course. When we arrive at the school I take in my surroundings, automatically noticing the rugged looking lacrosse field. I grab my stick from the back of Scott's moms car (apparently he rides a dirt bike to school) and we walk to the field, making small talk on the way.

"So at your old school, you never got to play?" Scott asks, taking the goal and setting a few balls at my feet.
"What can I say? People loved me." I reply, taking a ball into the net of my stick. Scott goes into a lunged kind of position and I know he's ready so I chuck the ball at the goal and it easily slips by him. He looks back into the net, as if surprised I made it.

Continuously, I launch balls into the net until the pile is down to nothing, all but one ball passing by my new friend.
"And you sat on the bench?" Scott asks with a slight chuckle in his voice and I grin, nodding. We agree on switching places and I wasn't that good on goal, but still I caught a few of Scott's throws.

We continue to switch positions until an hour or two had gone by and there was sudden applause from some of the bleachers. I look over to see Lydia and Allison clapping for us and I smile, my gaze locked on Lydia.
Without me paying attention, Scott chucks a ball at the goal, accidentally hitting me in the chest and knocking me to ground in wheezes.

"Holy shit, dude! I wasn't looking!" I groan, taking off one of my gloves and rubbing the spot on my chest where he hit me. Scott jogs over to where I lie on the ground, helping me up as I struggle to breath.
"You're an ass." I grumble, finally regaining some breath.

"Are you okay?" Lydia asks, taking me from Scott's arms and I put on a brave face. As good as one can be after the lacrosse captain nearly breaks said persons ribs.
"Fine." I smile and she pecks me on the cheek.

We create small talk for a while, Scott and I downing large jugs of water the girls had brought us until we all decide to catch a movie.
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After going home and taking a quick shower, I head over to the movie theater where Allison, Scott and Lydia are all waiting in the small seats by the front entrance. Then of course we all walk into the movie, taking four seats in the front row, Lydia at the very end then me, Scott and Allison.

As the movie begins, Lydia lies her hand out on her lap, palm up and I intertwine my fingers with hers, just enjoying the simplicity of the moment.
"I'll be right back." Lydia whispers in my ear before standing and walking out of the theater. I smile to myself, not at all paying attention to the movie and Scott elbows me in the side, throwing me a small smirk.

Ten minutes later, I started to get a little concerned, standing and leaving the room to go search for Lydia.
"The other assholes I've seen movies with usually just stay in the theater." I whip my head in the direction of Lydia's voice. She leans against the wall next to the doors of our theater and I slip my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

"Did you just indirectly call me an asshole?" I ask and she chuckles as I walk closer. She quickly pecks me on the lips before grabbing me by the hand and dragging me away from the large hall of movie rooms. Towards the entrance of the theater, there was a small game section where they had the large arcade pac mans and fake motorcycles along with a photo booth.

She drags me inside and I pull a dollar out of my wallet to pay for the five pictures.
"Okay. Silly, smiles, then whatever the hell." She counts the first two off on her fingers and I nod in agreement. The first picture counts down and Lydia crosses her eyes, putting bunny ears behind my head with her fingers and I stick my tongue out, rolling my eyes into the back of my head.

The flash goes off and we immediately re-situate into your family photo type smile. 1.2.3. Flash! We turn towards each other, neither of us knowing what to do for the next photo so I do the only logical thing: I kiss her. She immediately kisses back, both of us ignoring the next flash from the camera. My hands move to the back of her neck, fingers entangling themselves in her hair and the next flash goes off as well, leaving us with one more picture.

She pulls away, smiling and I grin back, both of us looking at the other as the final picture takes. One last kiss and we exit the small booth. I grab the pictures from the dispenser and Lydia tries to take them away but I hold them high over my head so she can't reach. A sly smile spreads across my lips. I pat the pockets of my jeans successfully finding a sharpie and pulling it out, uncapping it.

I write on the bottom of the pictures, Go out with me?, in very crappy hand writing before capping the marker and handing her the photos. She smiles.
"Is that even a question?" She asks with a squeal, jumping forward to kiss me again. And again. And again. Passing people were probably staring but I didn't care; she was mine.
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Authors note:
Crappy crappy chapter but it was kind of a filler 😕
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe