Take Two - Stydia

United Again?

Lydia's pov

Isn't it funny how tables can turn? You can spend such a long time fixated on a small factor of your life, and then only to realize it's only a mere fraction of your future. I never actually thought about us breaking apart, I don't think any of us did really. But over time it just happened but, I think I'm okay with that. I hadn't talked to any of them for months, I didn't even know if they were still in Beacon Hills, apart from Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski of course, but I don't see them anymore. Even if we do pass by, it's just awkward. I hate it.

It all started when my Dad lost his job. I was so upset and angry because we couldn't afford for me to go to college anymore, and we were about to finish senior year, sort of. Things were all out of place, Kira and Scott broke up, Stiles and Scott had a huge fall out and Malia and I were left by ourselves to pick up the pieces. We tried the best we could, but it just wasn't enough, Malia and I soon became tired of being the messengers, especially with our past, and when we stopped delivering messages, they stopped receiving them. No communication, things just got looser and looser, until we fell apart.

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Note: This story is after season 5a, not season 5b, the season 5b has nothing to do with the story.

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Have you ever heard the saying "Let's not say goodbye, let's just say see you later?" Because that is basically what happened to us, until right now, everything's flooding back. I'm not okay with that. It must've happened again, which was weird because it hadn't happened in ages. But I'm here, right now, standing in Stiles's bedroom in front of the one and only. Stiles Stilinski.

"Lydia? What are you doing here?" His mouth curved into his signature, crooked smile, but I'm not smiling. "Stiles, it happened. I don't know why but I think you're in trouble." His smile vanished into thin air and his deep brown eyes darted around the room I could sense his fear, and that's not even one of my abilities. After staying in silence for a couple of minutes, I break the awkward tension, "it must've been a false alarm," although I'm almost 100% positive it wasn't. But you can basically feel the awkwardness in there air. "No stay," Stiles replies instantly, but not forcefully, he says it like we never broke apart. I don't even know what to feel right now, if I say yes is it because I like him or because I want to make sure he's okay? If I say no we might never get the chance to be friends again, but does it matter? I've been fine for the past few months without him. But without anymore thoughts I say, "Okay."

"I'm just going to go grab a snack, want anything?"
"No thanks, but could please have a glass of water?" I reply politely. He nods his head and walks out the door, that's when I realize there's something missing. His entire room seems to be exactly the same as it was just a few months ago, apart from one thing, there was no pinboard of mysteries, no string connecting data, no pictures of suspects, it feels so empty. So wrong. I stand up and walk around where the pictures used to be, I look at his desk and notice something sticking out of the drawer, I know I shouldn't, but it seems so familiar. I open the drawer and see it, all the memories hit me. Stiles was the one who used to always look out for me, we were bestfriends, we were the pictures connected by the red string. Tears threaten my eyes, and out of habit I twist the string around my fingers.

"You remembered," I hear his deep voice from behind me, I attempt to put the string back in the drawer but it's no use, I'm stuck. I turn around to see him standing in the doorway, leaning against it. His grey shirt has lifted up and I can see the start of his stomach, I look up at him and say, "how could I forget?" He walks towards me and slowly unravels the string from around my fingers, careful not to pull too tight. I look into his eyes, there are so many things I want to say and questions I want ask him, but they can't make sense in my head. I take a deep breath, "I think I should go, but promise me something."
"Anything,"
"Stay safe, promise?"
"I promise."
With that I walk out of the room, I stand in the hallway thinking, would I ever see him again? Or would things go back the way they were, bestfriends. I race to his door and see him, just putting away the string. All of a sudden he turns around, so quickly, he must've heard me come back. He takes one step forward and I quickly close the gap between us. I feel his arms embrace me and hold him, hoping this moment would never end, but I know it has to at some point. That time is now. I give him one last smile and I walk out of the door with a full heart. I race down the stairs and I touch my fingertips on the door handle, I take a deep breath and open the door, my heart drops.

"Malia?" I say, I feel like my heart has been beaten. "What are you doing here?" I quickly shut the door behind me, careful not to let Stiles hear us. "What are you doing here?" She asks "Is Stiles home?" Malia looks at me suspiciously. What should I say? I know they broke up a while ago, but do they still have something? But do I want them to have something? Do I have feelings for Stiles? Before I can say anything Malia interrupts my thoughts, "I'm guessing he is," She pushes past me and without thinking I quickly stop her, "No, uh, no he's not home,"
"Then what were you doing in there?"
Oh no, "um, I was talking to, uh, Sheriff. I needed to talk about some family issues." Nice one Lydia, I sigh, I'm just going to leave.
"Uh bye." I hurriedly walk to my car and slam the door shut. What just happened?

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