Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

31. A little visit

3rd person pov:

Lydia had woken up about fifteen minutes before Stiles, climbing over his softly snoring body to get off the bed. She admires him for a moment before grabbing his lacrosse hoodie off the back of his desk chair and pulling it on easily. It was a little big on Stiles so the maroon fabric bagged around her thin arms and body, the edge barely covering the round of her backside.

She returns to her sleeping Prince, his hair ruffled wildly and his mouth slightly agape but he always looked adorable when he slept.
"Stiles." She whispers in his ear, shaking his arm gently. He shifts a little, turning on his side.
"Hmmm that's fine Lydia." Stiles hums in his sleep and Lydia bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Stiles." She speaks in a normal voice now and his eyes slowly flutter open.
His lips turn upright in a smile and he closes his eyes again.
"Nice hoodie." He mumbles.

"Baby." Lydia kisses him, getting no other signs of life than his lips moving back on hers and his chest heaving up and down. "Come on, get up!" She kisses him quickly.
He grumbles before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back on the bed with a shriek. She laughs protests as he showers her with little pecks.

Eventually the little pecks turn more serious as Stiles begins to softly kiss from Lydia's collarbone and back up to her lips again.
"Morning make-outs are fun?" Lydia suggests and Stiles grins like a little kid on Halloween.
"That they are but, I have somewhere to be and if we started to make-out I'd have to keep you here all day." He kisses her sweetly, one more time before rolling out of bed.

"She watches in interest as he crosses the room and picks up some jeans from the floor, putting them on. They hung low on his hips, showing off the color of his boxers and Lydia hums.
"You've got a cute butt, Babe." She says and he laughs.
"Thank you?" It comes out more of a question as he slips a dark blue shirt over his head.

Lydia carefully crawls off of the bed and walks to where he hovers over his desk, rifling through some papers. Her arms automatically loop around his waist and she stands on her toes in order to rest her chin on his shoulder.
"Where you going?" Lydia asks, kissing his neck a little but not to taking it any further than that.

Stiles seems to pause in that moment, his movements going slower as his finger tips graze over the papers.
"You can come if you want." The words are hollow and emotionless yet somehow a little solemn. "You won't like it but you can come."

He finds what he's looking for and Lydia, being her curious self, tried to look at it over his shoulder. Stiles notices and holds it flat against his chest, showing Lydia the profile of his face with a smirk.

She sighs dramatically, kissing the corner of his lips before searching for her jeans while he goes downstairs. Finding the pants was a little more complicated than it sounds, seeing as the rule of discarding clothes last night was either rip or throw halfway across the room.

Once she does find them and put them on, she doesn't bother taking off his sweatshirt, loving the feeling of his scent enveloping her.
"Alright Stiles, I'm ready when you..." Lydia doesn't finish her sentence, turning the corner around the kitchen to find Stiles taking his medication.

The sight stops her words and she doesn't exactly know why but it sends a chill down her body.
"Cat got your tongue?" Stiles asks, gulping down the rest of his water.
"Sorry.... I didn't mean to, uh-"
"No I get it. It's fine." He smiles lightly. "Ready?" He asks and she nods.
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"Stilinski."
"Meon-"
"Stiles." He cuts off the man behind the glass, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the counter. A scream sounds from somewhere down a long corridor making the two teenagers jump and look in the direction.
"Does your dad know you're here?" Lydia whispers, holding on tightly to Stiles arm and he places a hand over hers for reassurance.

The man slips some papers and a pen under the glass window to Stiles and he thanks him quickly before they take a seat towards the entrance of the ancient building.
"Nope." Stiles sighs.
Lydia's eyes widen. "Are you going to tell him?"
"Tonight." He flips through the paper work briefly before beginning.

Eichen House. Of all the options on that list in the hospital, he chose Eichen House.
"Meonenim?" Lydia smiles, trying her best not to think of the horrible situation they were in.
"Don't even start." Stiles warns with a chuckle as she says his real name.

They sit there for a few minutes as Stiles fills out the forms, muttering incoherent things under his breath. The whole while Lydia plays with a loose string on the edge of Stiles' hoodie, attempting to ignore the shouts or screams that happen occasionally.
He gets up, returning the papers and exchanging a few words before grabbing Lydia's hand and walking out to the jeep.

"You alright?" Stiles asks, opening the passenger door as she climbs in.
"Scared. Nervous maybe." She waits till he starts the jeep to answer.
"Scared?"
"For you." Lydia makes sure he understands.
"I'm not going there anytime soon." Stiles assures.
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Authors note:

Haven't updated on this story in seven days I feel horrible...
I know how the book is gonna end but I can't exactly decide what I'm going to do with the next couple chapters so COMMENT IDEAS!!! (If you want...ya know...)

Crap I was gonna say something else....UGH I FORGOT.
WAIT I REMEMBER!
So I saw a theory online for Stiles name and I really liked it and it made sense so his name is Meonenim (pronounced: me-in-nim) and I think that's adorable.

Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe

P.s. 5B TONIGHT!!!!!