Not exactly planned

3. Carmalized Popcorn Puzzles

"Do you think he'll freak out?" Allison asks Lydia whilst painting the girls nails and Lydia cocks her head in interest.
"I don't know... Maybe. He's pretty good with random stuff like that though." She sighs. Allison caps the nail polish and sets it on Lydia's nightside table so it wouldn't spill on the bed.
"You've got to keep in mind though this isn't 'random stuff'. This is your child. This is your future." Allison smiles reassuringly.

The rest of the week, Lydia had become an expert on distancing herself from Stiles. Maybe it's just because she was scared he might somehow find out or the fact that he was always around Malia but she'd decided that distance was good.

"So you're still not going to tell Stiles?" Allison asks. Lydia grabs a long strand of her hair in but Allison swats her hand away, gesturing to her wet nail polish.
"Tell me what?"
The girls snap their heads over to where he stands in the doorway and Allison quickly scrambles off the bed.
"I'll go see if your mom needs help with....whatever." Allison says, not even thinking twice about leaving the two alone while brushing past Stiles and closing the door behind her. Lydia fixes her appearance as best as possible as he starts to look around her room, shoving his hands in his pockets. His gaze doesn't meet hers, his tall frame turned towards the purple walls of the room and his voice a bit muffled when he speaks.

"W-what are you doing here?" Lydia stutters and Stiles shrugs, eyeing some pictures hanging above her desk on a pin board.
"Guess I just wanted to talk." He says causing Lydia to furrow her brows. Nimble fingers catch on to the corner of a photo of himself and Lydia, laughing at some unknown source.
"Talk?" She gulps silently.

"Yeah...you've been acting weird lately and I wish you'd tell me why." He turns to face her, a light smile on his lips and he can't help but feel like even now she's pushing him away. She opens her mouth to speak but doesn't even get a sound out before changing her mind and closing it again. Stiles takes notice and kneels down at the edge of her bed to look her straight in the eye.

"Is this about the party?" They were the only ones in the room but he whispers anyway. Lydia looks down to avoid his gaze and Stiles takes a deep breath. "You don't regret it, do you?" He asks hopeful and she immediately shakes her head.
"No. No I told you that I was completely fine with it." She assures him. Stiles takes her hand in his own and a chill runs through Lydia's body. Just a single touch that sent her off the wall and wanting more from him.
"Then what is it?" Concern oozes from his voice and Lydia almost feels guilty for not telling him first.
"Stiles..." Lydia trails off. She looks down to their hands, still feeling his eyes bore into her.

"You're mom wants to know if Stiles is staying for dinner..." Allison reenters the room. She doesn't take a second glance at how close they are or the slight blush on Lydia's cheeks, already knowing she probably interrupted a soon to come confession.

Stiles stands and Lydia sits up as he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets, once more.
"I would but I promised Malia I'd take her out." He gives a slight smile but both girls were frozen. Lydia shifts again, folding her legs underneath her body as her heart twisted in a way she didn't know was possible.
"Right. Malia. You're girlfriend." She speaks awkwardly. Stiles almost says something about her saddened expression but he quickly shakes it off.
"We'll talk later, okay?" Stiles starts to head towards the door and Lydia nods. Allison flops down next to her as he leaves.
"TELL MALIA I SAID HI!" The brunette calls after him. "The dumb bitch." She mumbles once he's gone. Usually Lydia would smack her on the arm but honestly, she agreed.
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"She's just been acting really weird and it bothers me." Stiles complains. Malia loops her arm through his, stealing a caramelized popcorn from the bag he held ask they walk through the slightly crowded sidewalks of downtown Beacon Hills. He just couldn't seem to get the conversation with Lydia out of his mind. It was everything from the way she held herself to the stuttering of her words that told him something was off but not in a supernatural way.

"Weirder than usual?" Malia asks causing Stiles to throw her a look.
"I know you guys hate each other but I'm being serious." Stiles tries not to sound rude.
"We don't hate each other. More like: not-exactly-friends-but-friends-because-of-the-pack...." She grabs more popcorn. "But honestly I can't blame her for not liking me since I have what she's always wanted."
Stiles furrows his brows as they round the corner, entering a small shop full of vintage looking clothes.
"What? What are you talking about?" His curiosity was amusing, the questions slipping off his tongue as natural as speaking someone's name. Malia walks up the opposite isle of t-shirt racks, brushing her hands over the soft fabrics.

"Act like you don't notice." Malia chuckles lightly, throwing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "It's even worse for us. We can literally smell the jealousy. The desire." She was sure to exaggerate the last words. They were complete opposites in that moment; Stiles still slightly confused with his lips pressed in a thin line while Malia, fully in the know, happily shoved candy covered popcorn in her mouth.
"Lydia is jealous because I'm dating you?" Stiles finally puts the pieces together and Malia raises a finger in the air, exclaiming "DING!" to let him know he's finally solved the "puzzle".

"So Lydia likes me?" Stiles asks.
"You want a sticker for that discovery?" His sarcasm was clearly rubbing off on her. "I thought you knew. Basically everyone does."
Stiles, being himself, started to over think everything. The way she was so willing to have sex with him after the party, how awkward she would act around him lately, and even how they'd exchange small glances in class. It wasn't too obvious but just noticeable enough for everything to make sense.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you." Malia mumbles, tearing her gaze from the clothes and leaning against the nearest rack.

If anything Stiles was glad that she told him. Why? He didn't know. Maybe it was the irony that made his heart warm; Lydia now being the one with the crush on the already-dating-someone person. Or maybe–and he questioned himself on this– he still likes her back.
"Stop over thinking it. So what? She has a cute little crush on you. The roles have just been switched." Malia comforts and Stiles shakes the thought from his head.

"Okay but I am worried about her. I mean, you smelled something at lunch a couple of days ago, right?" Stiles takes some popcorn.
Malia shrugs. "You'll have to ask Scott, the scent was unfamiliar to me."
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Authors note:
Well it looks like y'all are enjoying it so far!!! From what I can tell at least.... Maybe? I, personally, really like writing this story and I feel like this is going to be one of my best ones (besides Neighboring. I really like Neighboring too.)

Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe