Stiles pov:
I never slept. It wasn't because I didn't want to sleep it's because I literally can't sleep. Lydia gets settled into her bed and I pretend to get comfortable in her desk chair, closing my eyes for affect until I hear soft and breathy snores. Lydia lays peacefully, her eyes fluttering as a dream consumes her and I smile to myself, dreaming, myself, about the day that I may be normal again. Alive, even.
I walk over to her bed and she shifts slightly in her sleep, pulling the covers farther up to her chin causing me to back away, realizing I had made her cold. Instead, I go to her window, creating little patterns on the glass with ice as I make it snow outside. Suddenly, I just wanted to feel her warmth, to be loved by her or simply be in her presence.
One touch to the glass and a spiraling swoop of crystals cover its surface.
"It's really beautiful." Lydia's voice startles me and I turn to face where she sits up in bed, blankets still covering her legs as she crosses her arms, green eyes slightly droopy. I return my gaze to the window.
"Thank you." I mumble, my voice barely audible.
"Can't sleep?" She asks and I shake my head.
"Nah. I never sleep." I respond, creating more designs on the window. There's no talking for a while as I stare out at the falling snow.
"Can I hold your hand again?" I whisper, barely turning towards the strawberry blonde.
She stares at me, slightly puzzled before nodding and I get up from the window sill, sitting on the edge of her bed instead. I grab her hand as the familiar chill runs down my spine, stroking her soft skin with my thumb.
"I understand why you do it." She mumbles and I look to her. "You're always so cold, even when you barely come near me, but when you hold my hand I notice that it...kind of goes away." She smiles a little causing me to do the same. Something burns in the pit of my stomach, my eyes still locked on hers.
Abruptly, I lean forward, capturing her lips on mine and she's taken aback. When she tries to kiss back, her face falls through mine, quickly placing her hands down so she doesn't fall completely and I stand with a sigh.
"How did-"
"I can touch you but you can't touch me. Remember?" I mumble, interrupting her as I return to my earlier spot.
Silently, she settles back into bed, without questioning my action, and it's not long until her heavy breathing returns as I continue to draw with ice on the window.
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"Stiles!" A once sweet voice shouts in my ear and my eyes snap open quickly causing me to fall off the window sill.
"I was sleeping?" I ask with deep breaths, staring up as she stares down at me.
"Yessssss." She nods slowly.
"Y-you don't understand. I don't sleep. I can't sleep. Never have since I-" a lump forms in my throat and I don't bother to finish the sentence, pushing myself off of the floor.
"Allison's going to be here in a few minutes. You could stay here or attempt to follow us." She says before disappearing into the bathroom connected to her bedroom. I haven't slept since I was human and alive, I think, still puzzled. She'd tried to kiss back. That doesn't necessarily mean anything though, maybe she was just as curious as me.
The bedroom door opens and Allison walks in, eyes glued to her phone as she sits on the edge of the bed while taking off her shoes. I note how nonchalantly she does it all, as if she lived here all the time and I clear my throat a little to catch her attention.
"Hi Stiles." She speaks, her breath creating a little cloud and she rubs her arm.
"Is it cold in here?" I ask and she nods frantically. I apologize just as soon as Lydia reemerges, only a towel wrapped around her slender yet curved body, her exposed skin glistening and I gulp.
"It's freezing." Lydia shakes for effect. Once again, I apologize, telling them I'll go wait in the hall. Something was off about today, starting with the sleeping thing, but still I couldn't put my finger on it.
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Lydia's pov:
"He's kind of adorable...in a kiddish type way, I mean." I say to Allison and she grins, nodding in agreement. We opted on walking to our favorite coffee shop instead of driving, firstly because the snow was magnificently beautiful and secondly because we both felt bad Stiles couldn't get in the car, knowing he would follow us either way. Stiles took the lead, though he didn't know the way, while Allison and I trailed behind him.
"He likes to be warm too. He always asks to hold my hand." I speak and Allison looks down to the sidewalk, a smirk-ish grin on her face. "What?!" I ask with a smile.
"He did mention that he kind of likes you." She says. Both of us look to Stiles. He's walking backwards, grinning at us as he raises a hand to the air, creating rather large snowflakes and we watch in amazement as they flutter to the ground, applauding him.
With satisfaction he turns back around, making a snowman in someone's yard with a small wave of his arm.
"We kissed last night." I say quickly.
"Wait, what?"
"Well, I mean, he kissed me. I slipped through him when I tried to kiss back; he can touch me but I can't touch him." I remind her. "It's almost like Stiles was...disappointed when I couldn't kiss back." I say, my lips pressed in a thin line.
"Allison! Lydia!" Scott appears in front of Stiles and I just now notice we're on his street. Stiles stops dead in his tracks as Scott runs through him, joining Allison and myself. He starts to speak but I immediately tune him out, shifting my weight onto one leg so I can see around him. Stiles gaze has fallen to the ground as he's now turned around to face us, fiddling with his hands and I feel absolutely horrible.
The only thing I pick up from the conversation is that Scott is going to join us. I rush ahead of the couple, standing next to Stiles and he solemnly turns around, walking beside me.
"You okay?" I ask under my breath.
"Yeah...I just never really get used to it." He mutters. As we walk, I feel his hand brushing against mine and I want to grab it, to make him feel warm and comforted. But I don't.
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Authors note:
I'M DYING. The first time I heard this song, I cried at the first lyric because Troye's voice is just so soothing and gentle and angelic and it's just a really beautiful song. I'm so proud of TROYE and all that he's accomplished and I absolutely adore his new album!
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
