Stiles pov:
Lydia was sound asleep as I perched on the edge of her bed like usual, watching her. With a nervous sigh, I kneel in front of her still body.
Shakily, I grab her wrist, the usual shiver running through my body, and I touch her finger tips to my other hand. No passing through yet it wasn't solid contact.
"What are you doing?" Lydia says sleepily causing me to drop her hand quickly.
"Uh, nothing?" I gulp. She was too tired to care or even ask questions, simply turning around before going back to sleep.
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"You okay?" Lydia asks, reading a book on her bed as I lay on my back on the floor.
"Fine. Why?" I ask.
"You're fidgeting with your hands." She comments, I glance down to see that she's right and I sit up, rubbing the back of my head.
"C-can I just do something real quick?" I stutter. Lydia sighs, closing her book and holding her hand out for me to take like always. I sit down next to her, grabbing her hand as the usual shiver rolls down my spine. "Thanks but... That's not exactly what I meant." I say.
"Wha-" before she can even finish, I swoop in, cutting her confusion off by pressing my lips to hers.
Naturally, my hand reaches up to cup her cheek as she starts to kiss back. And she can kiss back. As if noticing the discovery she grabs the back of my neck to pull me in closer and I smile against her lips. Her back falls flat against the mattress and I hover over her. But she pulls away slightly.
"I can touch you?" She asks breathlessly and I nod.
"Yeah." I respond quickly and then excitedly kiss her again.
But she pushes me back slightly.
"What?" I ask in a hushed tone as her brows furrow.
"Nothing, I just, uh...." She trails off and I understand, moving off of her to sit at the edge of the bed. Lightly, I feel her fingers graze my back and my own fingers wander up to touch my neck.
"They slit my throat." I mumble, Lydia's movement suddenly stopping.
"What?" She asks while leaning forward to look at me but I stand abruptly.
"I'm gonna...go outside." I say then leave before she can ask anything further.
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Lydia's pov:
"I can touch him now." I tell Allison as we look through the books lining the tall shelves. She'd suggested going to the library so we could figure everything out, maybe even find out about Stiles past. "And he didn't say much. All I heard was 'they slit my throat' and he was gone."
My fingers brush softly over the edges of each of the books, abruptly stopping on one and I furrow my brows.
"Allison... I can't move." I say, trying. To budge my feet but it feels as though they're glued to the floor. She emerges from the opposite side of the bookcase, staring at me as though I've lost my mind.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"I was just looking at the books when my feet just stopped. Like they were-" I lift my gaze slowly from my feet to Allison. "Like they were frozen." Quickly I start to run my fingers over the spines of the books like before but as I pass over a certain one, a mist of frost swirls down the spine. I pull it out, the invisible lock around my feet instantly gone.
"Holy shit." Allison mutters and I almost want to laugh but I was speechless myself.
"Look at the title. Look!" I exclaim.
Famous Deaths in Mythical English Literature.
"So....Stiles isn't even Stiles?" Allison questions and I shake my head.
"He's a character in a book."
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Authors note:
AYYYYYYYYYE CRAPPY CHAPTER! How are you guys? What's going on? Cool....that's cool....
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
