Saving Lydia~Stydia

Innocence

3rd Person POV

Lydia's grip on the sides of the seat strengthened and her polished nails slowly started to rake under the seat.

Stiles turned his head towards Lydia once he started hearing scratching from his worn leather seats. It made him want to cringe out of his own skin. As much as he was completely terrified, he had to save his baby from being mauled by ten maroon coated claws.

"Um..uh..Lydia..?" His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he held his breath.

Lydia tried to focus her eyes on the small chip on Stiles' windshield and listened to the squeal of the wheels that were spinning underneath them. She couldn't believe that Allison left her like this. With absolutely no warning. No heads up. No "Hey Lydia, I'm going to leave you in a car alone with Stiles and yes, it will be extremely awkward." Nothing.

"Lydia?" Stiles repeated as he continued to hold his breath even though his chest felt as if it was about to burst.

Lydia whipped her head around at the sound of his voice. She wasn't even sure what he said. She was just tuning out, listening to the squealing tires in hopes that it would help her calm down. It didn't.

"Huh?" Lydia stared at Stiles blankly with emerald green eyes glazed with fear.

Her grip tightened even more on the seat and her nails raked a tad bit more into the seat.

"Uh, could you not, um...scratch the seat. Sorry I just really don't want to ruin this car more than it already is. I love this car more than life itself, you know. Um, I mean like if you really have to scratch the seat you can, but-"

Lydia sat in awe as she listened to the boy ramble on about his ever so important Jeep. She honestly didn't even notice that she was scraping the seat, but once she heard him say that she could scratch his prized possession she had to stop him there.

"Oh yeah sorry. I didn't even realize I was doing it."
Come on Lydia sound sincere.
She flashed him an apologetic smile and folded her hands in her lap.
There ya go.

"Oh it's okay um...ya it's fine." Stiles added unnecessarily and he silently cursed himself for making the awkward silence even more awkward.

Lydia had been debating this the whole car ride and she finally decided that she was going to actually start a legitimate conversation. It seemed like a colossal step for them both, when in reality it was just a baby step.
Why was it so hard for them to talk, even look, at each other? They were fine when they were hanging out with a group but why did being alone change their relationship so drastically?
Lydia took a deep breath.
Here we go.

"So Stiles?" Lydia asked casually and she made a mental note to become an actress because she was fucking killing this I'm-so-relaxed-right-now act.

Stiles whipped his head off the road, astonished at the sudden change of her confidence. Minutes before he glanced into terrified eyes and now he's talking to the well-known, ever so self confident Lydia Martin.

"Uh yeah?"

"Are you ever gonna ask me where I live 'cause last time I checked you don't know. And I sure as hell don't know where we are right now." She curled a strawberry blonde flyaway around her manicured finger as she flashed a sweet, but slightly flirtatious, smile.
I'm fucking killing this right now.

Stiles breath caught in his throat for a few reasons. One being that he also had no idea where they were and he knew they were screwed. Two being that he was like 70% sure that The Lydia Martin, a girl he has been head over heals in love with since the third freaking grade, could possibly be flirting with him. And three being that if she kept looking at him like that while twirling her hair he's gonna have to stop the car and jump into a nice, cold lake.