It's Complicated - stydia

11

A loud thump echoed through the line.

"Stiles?" I asked again.

"Where do I meet you?" He said grabbing a pair of keys jingling them loudly.

"My house." I said, pulling into my driveway.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." He said, and the line went dead.

It's not like me and him have really discussed what has happened. After that night, he stayed, but was gone by the morning.

I don't know what hurt me more. The fact that he left, or the fact that he never said why. He texted me over and over and I never wanted to reply. I was too upset over the fact that he just left.

This, this is weird. I don't know why I actually called him this time. The first couple times something like this happened, I managed to drop my phone and go to sleep, but now, he will come over and I don't know what will happen.

I saw car lights flash into the front window, as I sat on the couch in the living room and waited. I wanted to believe that it wasn't him, but when he texted me saying, "Unlock the front door." I know that it was r my brain playing tricks.

I hastily walked towards the door, and saw that it was beginning to rain. I wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the little rain drops splattering against his hair. He locked his eyes with mine, and I gulped.

"Can I come in?" He asked, peaking around me, and I jumped out of the way and let him in.

He slipped of his red converse, and walked over to the couch, and took a seat, while I was still standing in the doorway, nervous as ever.

"Lydia are you okay?" He asked me and I brought my eyes away from my fingers to look at him. I mean really look at him.

I didn't notice the bags under his eyes. I didn't noticed how his shirt and flannel didn't match. I didn't notice his hair not styled. I didn't notice how red his eyes were either.

I also didn't notice that I sat right next to him.

"Stiles, are you okay?" He sighed and looked at his fingers, pursing his lips. God I love it when he does that.

"Lydia I just... I... No. I'm not okay. Okay? I'm really not." He said, wiping his nose sniffing. "I've just been going through so much, and no one has noticed." I pulled his body into mine.

"Stiles it's okay. It's alright." He shook his head.

"No it's not Lydia. I'm such a bad person. I've done so many bad things." He said, starting to cry. He let his head rest against my thighs, and he wrapped his arms around my legs. "I'm so, so sorry." He said, crying into my legs.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and rubbed his back. "Stiles tell me what's going on with you. Come on, let's go upstairs." I said, and he nodded, sitting up like a sad puppy with his bottom lip sticking out, like how it always does when he cries.

I led him up to my bedroom, and I pulled back the white covers, and let him sink in under them. I sat on the edge of the bed, and watch him inhale and exhale quietly with his eyes closed.

"It's just so bad. You know? With everything that has happened..." I laid my hand on his arm.

"Stiles, I know that so many people are getting hurt right now, but you will be okay." He shook his head.