Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

18. "•"

Lydia's pov:
"It'll come next week! Maybe you just marked it wrong on the calendar." Allison assures me through the phone. It had been a few days since I had
de-flowered Stiles and we'd watch movies together or eat lunch or just random couple crap like that. But I was getting a little worried. It's been almost a week since I missed my...you know.

I wiped tears from under my eyes, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Allison it's scaring the shit out of me." I weep, hiccuping a sob. A pencil hits my window and I see Stiles at his.
I sniffle. "I'll call you back, it's Stiles." I tell her, standing from the bed as I hang up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Stiles asks immediately after I open my window.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I give a weak smile and he glares at me.
"You're crying." He states. I look down to the roof.
"I'll come over in a few minutes." I say and he nods.
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Stiles pov:

A small knock comes from the door and I jump over the back of the couch, stumbling and almost crashing to the the floor before opening the door. My expression drops when I see Lydia though and she gives me a weak smile before stepping inside.

"You sure you're okay?" Concern laced in my voice and she quickly turns around, enveloping me in a tight hug as she begins to sob uncontrollably. I hold her face to my chest, one hand on her back in small rubs and the other entangled in her hair as I rest my chin on her head, cooing her.

She pulls back, sniffling and I brush her hair behind her ears with a slight grin on my face but she's still upset, wiping tears from under her eyes.
"I-I think I may be pregnant." I almost didn't hear her, the words slipping past my thoughts. My heart drops, not that I wasn't willing to raise a child with Lydia I just really didn't want to be a father yet. I just turned seventeen.

"Are you sure? I mean, have you taken a test or anything?" I ask, still trying to calm her down. Little hiccup like sobs escape from her throat though no actual tears fell from her eyes anymore.
"No but I missed...it." Her lips press together in a thin line.
"It? What do you mean it? Like it, it?" I ask.

"If the it you're talking about is my period then yes I missed it." She replies, almost a little angry and I sigh.
"We- I mean...you should probably take a test to be sure." I keep rubbing my hands up and down her arms seeing as she was still just as scared as me.
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We agreed that Lydia would wait at my house while I ran and got the thing that way she wouldn't run into anyone she knew. Could you imagine? I bet everyone would be talking about it at school, saying how she almost got pregnant over the summer because the cashier was some slut from class who liked to gossip. Or maybe they actually would be talking, staring at Lydia and I as we walked hand in hand down the halls, her shirt sliding up the small bump that held our child.

I stand for almost half an hour, just staring at the small pink and purple boxes lining a low shelf and though anyone else would've bought the cheapest or the smallest box, I decided on the most expensive just because they'd probably be more accurate. The hell did I know about this kind of shit?
With a sigh, I make my way to the register of the empty gas station, setting the box on the counter and watching as the girl rings it up with a smile on her face.

"Soon to be father?" She grins as I hand her the money. I was glad she looked about her mid-twenties as I had earlier prayed it wouldn't be someone who would later see me at school, remembering me by a box a pregnancy tests.
"I'm seventeen. Hopefully not." I say, grabbing the plastic bag from her as the grin falls from her face in horror, a quiet "oh" slipping past her lips.

When I arrive back home, Lydia immediately stands from the couch and for a moment we just stare at each other, her eyes going from mine to the plastic bag in my hands.
"Hey." I finally, and quite stupidly, say and for the first time since the moment she walked over here, she smiled, no teeth and it was rather small but it was a smile.

"I should." She points to the bag causing me to glance down before nodding and walking over to her. She takes the bag from my grip, starting to nervously walk away but I grab her wrist, pulling her back.

"Lydia I just-" once again I find myself glancing down at the bag: the bag that held a box, a box that held a stick, a stick that held our future. I cup one of her cheeks with my hand, running my thumb back and forth on her skin. "I just want you to know, It'll be okay. No matter what." I whisper, my eyes starting to water slightly.

She gives me a reassuring smile, kissing me lightly on the lips before walking down the hall and closing the bathroom door behind her. As soon as she can't see me, a tear slips from my eye but I quickly wipe it away. Now I just had to wait on the couch, soaking in my possibly last moments as just a normal teenager.

Lydia reemerges a few minutes later and I stand, wiping my sweaty palms on the back of my jeans. She lets out a sigh of relief, running to me and I catch her in a bone crushing hug, both of us silently crying.
"No offense but I really didn't want to be a father yet." I chuckle and Lydia laughs too. We stay there for a moment in the silence, just holding each other.

We finally pull away, going to sit on my couch. I didn't even turn the tv on as we just sat in the silence once again until I speak.
"How did it even happen? We used a-"
"Yeah but sometimes they aren't always reliable." She interrupts me, twiddling her fingers.

"Have you ever had a scare before?" I couldn't help my curiosity. Just the fact that she'd told me she wasn't a virgin when I was bothered me. It got under my skin.
"I guess..." She mumbles.
"You guess or you know?" I ask.
"I don't think my past sex life really matters." Her voice is almost inaudible. I don't know why I was getting slightly angry because she was right: her past sex life shouldn't matter to me.

"I can tell it's bothering you." She speaks and I sigh.
"I know it shouldn't, but it does." I say. She stands, making her way to the front door quickly and I watch her intently, standing myself. She pauses in front of the door and I come up behind her.
"I'll talk to you later." Her voice sounds almost sad as she gives me a peck on the lips before leaving. Something was wrong.
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Authors pov:
So that happened. This fanfic is gonna be a lot longer than my other two cause this chapter is probably like barely even half of the whole thing. ALSO started December first, I will have a Christmas/winter Stydia fanfic up and I shall update everyday of December just as a little Christmas present for you guys. It's kind of gonna have a Jack Frost type thing going on... Tell me what you think about that idea (yay? Or nay?)

Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe