Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

25. Stake out

Lydia's pov:
"You got it? You okay?" I ask frantically as I help Stiles out of the car and he chuckles.
"Lydia, I'm fine." He says, arm draped across my shoulder. I smile and we walk up to the front of his house. Stiles had spent a week and a half at the hospital, the doctors doing tests on him while also making sure he got plenty of rest.

They'd given him four different medications; one for sleeping, one for depression, one for a daily basis, and the last for an emergency in case he ever felt like he was going to get out of control. I practically spent the whole time with him in the hospital, asking him how each medication felt and he'd explain that the daily one made him feel a little loopy so they said that occasionally he didn't have to take it.

We'd laugh and he'd often complain about the "nasty ass food" or how he couldn't "wait to leave so I can have a nice big chocolate cake" so I promised I'd buy him one. We walk upstairs to his room, the sheriff probably still down in the kitchen, and I set his backpack full of clothes on the ground. Emma had come over sometime while he was in the hospital to pick up his room (since he thought destroying it was a dream), patching the holes in the walls and turning everything upright.

I sigh, placing my hands on my hips and I take a deep breath, glad he was home.
"Thank you." Stiles grins, stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around my front, his chest pressed against my back and his chin resting on my shoulder as he places a kind kiss against my jaw.

My heart drops into the pit of my stomach at how genuine the "thank you" felt, how he truly appreciated me being there for him just by saying those two little words. It wasn't a thank you for staying at the hospital with me, it was a thank you for staying with me. I turned around, his hands still lightly wrapped around me and he rests his forehead against mine, a tear escaping my eye.
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you crying?" He asks gently and I nod pathetically.

He pulls me into him and I press my ear to his chest, his chin resting on my head and I listen to his heartbeat, glad it was there. Stiles didn't deserve this life. He was so sweet and kind so why him? He rubs the small of my back swaying us back and forth as silent tears run down my cheek.
"I love you so much, Stiles." I whimper. We pull away from each other and he brushes strands of hair behind my ear like he always does when I'm upset.

"I love you." He beams, pulling me back into him, his lips resting on my forehead.
"Pizza's here." Mr.Stilinski says from the doorway, a smile plastered to his face as he must've been watching us for a while. Stiles grins as his father walks away and he pulls me from his chest once more as I wipe away tears.
"Yeah?" He asks and I nod with a weak smile.

I grab his hand in mine as we walk downstairs, the three boxes of pizza already spread out along the dining table and Stiles gives his dad a questioning glance.
"Okay, I'm not that hungry." He chuckles. Allison, Scott, Emma, and Jesse all appear from around the corner, cheeky grins on their faces causing Stiles to fake groan with a smile.

Everyone says their hellos, giving hugs and asking how he's been as Jesse clings to his legs. I sit next to Stiles, of course, Jesse on his left side with Scott and Allison across from us and John and Emma at the heads of the table. Pizza and soda is passed around, loud and arguable conversations erupting with laughter and a sense of comfort, the whole while Stiles hand grips mine under the table.

There was one conversation in particular that seemed to move in slow motion. Stiles smiling as he speaks in a look of what could only be pure happiness and I block everyone out, only watching him. He notices after a while, looking down at me with a grin and I rest my head on his shoulder after he kisses my forehead softly. Scott and Allison glance at each other before looking back to us as well as John and Emma who stare at Stiles proudly.

I wish I could live in this moment forever; the simplicity making everything enjoyable for once.
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"And you're going to be okay?" I ask, gripping Stiles arms tightly and he rolls his eyes.
"For the millionth time, yes. I've got my medication." Stiles pecks my lips, giving me a reassuring smile and I climb out of his window, jumping over to my house.

Yes I was concerned about Stiles sleeping but only because sleep deprived Stiles kind of scared me. Allison and I had planned an all night stake out; we were going to sit in my room and binge watch chick flicks while occasionally stalking Stiles.

....ya know...just like any other abnormally concerned girlfriend...

9pm
"Whatever happened to Gretchen? Regina is the girl in The Vow. Karen is the girl in Dear John. We all know where Lindsey Lohan is but what about Gretchen?!" Allison complains as we watch Mean Girls and I nod in agreement, shoving popcorn in my mouth while glancing out my window.

"Code pink!" I exclaim, crawling over to the glass and Allison joins me.
"Wait... I forgot. What's code pink again?" Allison whispers and I roll my eyes.
"Movement. Code red is if he destroys his room or tries to kill me again." I explain, my eyes never leaving Stiles as he walks around his room, particularly pacing in front of his desk.

"What's he doing?" Allison whispers and I shrug. I watch as his hands skim over the pictures above his desk, stopping over one of me and him before retracting. It was an odd gesture, his expression falling to the ground as he returns to his bed.
"That was weird." Allison comments, returning to the popcorn and movies.

11:30pm

"Is he still asleep?" I ask through a yawn. Allison groggily moves from her comfortable position, peeking out the window before looking back at me.
"Yeah. He's a real angel." She sighs, leaning back in my desk chair and closing her eyes.

"Maybe we could just... Just rest our eyes for a little, Lyds?" Allison suggests sleepily and I yawn again just thinking about it. I fling a magazine at Allison's face and she sits up, startled causing me to laugh at her as she fake hits me.

1:45AM
"You know what we should do?" I say to Allison as we both stay barely awake.
"We should wake Stiles up that way we don't have to stay up and watch him. He can just watch us." I finish.

Allison opens a bottle of water (from where she got it? I still have no clue) and pours half of it on me and I gasp in surprise.
"Idiot. That's the whole reason why we're staying up!" She recaps the bottle and tosses it at me, snuggling further under the covers of my bed as I sit on the floor. Just stay awake. I tell myself. I'm not very convincing though.
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Authors note:

I feel like it's been forever since I updated this story (even though it's only been three days) but I've been writing my Christmas Stydia thingy so if you haven't checked that out yet, please do!!!! [self promotion, ew]

Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe