Lydia's pov:
We all got our coffee, deciding not to sit down in the little shop even though Scott complained he needed a break from the cold; we countered with he shouldn't have come.
"Do you eat? Is that a thing?" I ask causing Stiles to laugh.
"Yeah, I can eat but I can't starve either. Last time I ate was ten years ago." He answers and I almost gasp but remember that Scott might hear so I decide against it.
Suddenly, out of no where, Scott's dust is thrown through the back of Stiles head causing us to stop. I turn to Scott, his face pale as his fist is still submerged in Stiles head.
"Holy shit." He mumbles, retracting his hand before throwing it out again and I grab onto his arm, pulling him away as I know Stiles doesn't particularly enjoy when people pass through him.
"WHO THE HELL IS THAT? WHERE'D HE COME FROM?" Scott asks in a panic making Allison laugh as she grabs her boyfriend.
"You okay?" I ask Stiles gently and he nods.
"Yeah, just confused." He gulps. "Watch." He swipes his hand through Scott's body and I furrow my brows, not understanding.
"Stiles, by the way." He tells Scott as Allison starts to explain. "But I still can't touch him which means for some reason he can see me without believing." He mumbles and I nod. Then how was it possible?
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"Do you like me?"
I look up from my homework to where Stiles sits criss cross beside me on the desk top, waiting for an answer patiently.
"Of course I like you." I smile and his expression droops a little as he furrows his brows.
"Do you like me?" I ask back.
"I-" the rest of the words don't leave his lips and I start to believe what Allison had told me the other day about him liking me. "I like you." He swallows harshly and I turn back to my homework with a single nod.
"You know, you're really pretty." He compliments quietly and I surely have a light blush on my face.
"I'm aware." I smirk and he playfully rolls his eyes. It was odd to see him like this-just a normal awkward teenager, but it was kind of cute.
"Yeah but you're a little handsome yourself." I mumble making his face turn immediately red.
Taking a deep breath, Stiles pushes off from the desk and stands behind me, taking my hair in his hands.
"What are you doing?" I ask and he chuckles, sensing my nervousness.
"I'm bored so I'm braiding your hair." He replies and I can feel him sectioning off certain strands.
"You know how to braid hair?" I question, causing more chuckles that send chills down my spine.
"Yeah...I had a little sister." He explains. All is quiet after that, the only sound is of pencil on paper and Stiles light humming.
About an hour later, I've finished my homework, leaning back in my chair as Stiles still braids my hair.
"You're taking a long ass time." I sigh.
"Yeah well..." He trails off. After what feels like forever, he lets go of my hair and I immediately stand, making my way over to a mirror.
"Stiles, this is..." I gasp, watching the intricate braids weave in and out of each other, the design so complicated I couldn't keep track of where every strand went. On top of that, small icicles and snowflakes were placed randomly amongst my fiery hair. The sudden tinge of Stiles breath against my neck startles me but what startles me more is that I can't see his reflection in the mirror.
"I-" he begins to whisper. "I like you, like you."
With a harsh swallow, I slowly turn around. But he's gone
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Authors note:
Yes... I missed yesterday...
And I'm sorry I'm not double updating tonight but at the moment I have a lot going on at home so I only write at school when I have free time.
Love you all SO SO SO much!
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
