Stydia stories.

Somewhere between 2 and 3A

It was summer. And it felt like hell. Scott was trying not to call Allison (because that's what they agreed on or something) and he had been studying for SATs and making up for all the studying he missed last year apparently which left me, his best friend, alone.

Don't get me wrong, we still hang out a bunch of times but I thought it was going to be different. I thought 'no girls, just us' was going to be filled with parties and maybe a road trip and who knows, doing crazy things but Scott had to be responsible... Whatever.

It was another night where I had nothing to do, like nothing at all. I had already watched the six Star Wars movies twice that summer and my urge to kill Jar Jar wasn't getting any smaller. I had already finished all my summer readings as well and there were no supernatural things to obsess over for once, so I was literally bored out of my mind. So I decided to go out, get some air or something, I don't know.

I left my room and told dad I was going out on my way out, he was working so even if he didn't hear me, he wouldn't notice I was gone. I grabbed the Jeep's keys and left. I got into the car, started it and drove. I had nowhere in mind really, so I just kept driving until somehow I found myself in front of Lydia's house. Lydia. I hadn't seen her since the whole Jackson-is-dead-maybe-not thing and honestly I was better off because you know, being in love with someone who is in love with someone else sucks, if you don't know. Apparently Allison was in France so maybe she was as lonely as I was. Who was I kidding? She's Lydia Martin, of course she was not lonely. Still I thought it would be nice to say hi or something. Maybe it was better to call first but it was too late, I was already out of the car. Although once I reached the door I started to think about how on earth was I stupid enough to do that, but I kept on doing crazy things and rang the doorbell. I low key hoped she wasn't home so I would save myself the humiliation. But of course the universe wouldn't miss an opportunity to ruin Stiles' life would it. The door opened and Natalie was there.

"Oh hello Stiles!" she said happily.

"Hello Mrs. Martin" I replied. I felt stupid to be honest, what on earth was I doing? Also, was she Mrs. Martin? She was divorced after all.

"Oh, call me Natalie please" she smiled. "Are you looking for Lydia?" she asked me. I mean, it was quite an obvious question but I tried not to be too sarcastic about it.

"Yeah, is she home?" a tiny part of me was hoping she wasn't, again. Also, why on Earth did I choose not to even look in the mirror before I left? Oh piss off.

"Yeah, come on in!" she said stepping in and opening the door for me. I had been there before for Lydia's party and that day she almost kissed me thinking I was Jackson because she was so high on meds. Those were the days. Still, I knew my way up to her room but I just didn't want to seem as if I was rude or a stalker and I waited by the door. "She's in her room. Would you like me to go and call her?" again with the obvious questions. I mean, I would go upstairs but what if she was half naked or something? She was in her room at night after all, who knows?

"Uhm, yes please?" I said trying not to sound confused which apparently I failed but oh well. She told me that she 'would be right back' and to wait in the living room so I made my way over there and sat on one of the sofas and was attacked by a dog.

"Ouch, get out doggy, shu" I said trying to stop it from biting my face off. I looked bad enough already I didn't need a tiny dog to ruin my look even more.

"Prada!" I heard the voice of an angel say. Okay. That was a bit much, but she was an angel to me after all. Lydia was there, looking like a miracle even in her PJs. "Come here baby" she said, talking to the dog of course. The dog did as she told and went with her and she locked it out in her garden. "Hey Stiles" she said smiling. And I just couldn't react for a second. "What are you doing here?" she asked confused. As confused as someone could be if a classmate who is the best friend of your best friend's ex-boyfriend shows up in your house in the middle of the night in summer for no reason what so ever.