Stuck To-get-her

Part 6

(Yeah I didn't know what to title this but for the few that have read this from start to... Idk what point this is! Let's say from start to now. Anyways to those who have read this from start to now thank you!! Also thank you for even reading this even tho I might suck. :3)

Stiles was lying on the couch. His tux was upstairs with Lydia. He had on a white polo shirt his dad had bought for him. 

The dinner had ended hours ago. It was around 12 am. Stiles was glad it was Friday because if it wasn't he would have to go to school. He didn't want to go to school. If there was no school he could spend the weekend on watching movies with Lydia. He stared at the stairs. He recalled that dinner.

 That night. 

That moment.

Lydia's mom hadn't shown up due to being stuck at work. It was just him, her, and his dad. His dad went on to tell stories of work. They were actually pretty funny. And for once Lydia looked happy.

Stiles didn't mean all those times she had smiled happy. No. This was different. There was no sadness in the corners of her lips. Just a pure and rare Lydia Martin smile. It warmed his heart.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle and she laughed in her chair. Her hair bounced around. Then his dad excused himself so he could go use the bathroom.

They both laughed for a couple more seconds. Before Lydia turned her head to look at Stiles. It got quiet and the world seemed to spin around them.  They're eyes met. 

Stiles got lost in the green of her eyes. He could imagine himself like that for hours. Lydia's lips slightly parted. She leaned in closer. 

A lock of her hair was pushed behind her ear. Her ear was now pink -almost red- from blushing. Stiles found it adorable. Then Stiles leaned in ever so slightly. His hand reached out to put the other lock of hair behind her ear. When Stiles had moved the hair he didn't move his hand. 

He cupped her cheek and watched her eye sparkle. 

And

Then

His dad came.

Stiles sighed. Looking at the stairs. He wondered to himself. Would Lydia come down to him for comfort at 3 am? Would she cuddle into him and get under his blanket? Would Stiles wake up to strawberry blonde hair on his chest and the smell of Lydia in his nose? 

Or

Would she come down to him. A small smile on her face. With movie suggestions in her mind and demands for him to make popcorn on her tongue? Stiles didn't know.

Lydia was upstairs in Stiles room. She was taking in the comfort of him. Of course she had her own pajamas but she liked Stiles' shirts better. 

She grabbed his pillow and tried to cuddle into it. Even though it smelled like him it wasn't warm and it wasn't Stiles. She didn't know why she found herself here in Stiles' room refusing her body of sleep until Stiles was there. But she was. 

She never suspected it. Lydia thought about that dinner then. How Stiles smelled like honey and cinnamon. How his smile was caring as always and warm. And how she felt herself getting lost in him. Her mind mushed in that moment.

Lydia sat there battling with herself what to do. 

After a few minutes she opened up the door to Stiles room and it creaked slightly. Lydia dug her hands into Stiles shirt wanting warmth. Stiles heard the creak and was downstairs smiling to himself.

Lydia walked down the stairs. She looked at Stiles for a moment. He  was there just lying there all care free like. She slowly walked up to the couch. "Ly-" Stiles started to say but Lydia put a finger over his mouth.