Accidentally in Love

Chapter Three.

"Oi, Stilinski!" Lydia smacks his hands away from the treats they got from the store. "No food till we get to your house."

Stiles wines causing her to roll her eyes. After they spent about an hour at the store getting snacks and movies, they had to drop off her car at her house. Now they are on the way to his.

"Where was your mom anyways?" Stiles decides to engage in small talk to distract him from his stomach growling.

"She was asleep, duh." She pauses, deciding if the remark she was going to say was appropriate but she figured why not. "Don't worry, she won't notice I'm gone. She's too preoccupied with her creepy boyfriend."

"Oh yeah. Forgot about that. By the way don't beat yourself up about the Jackson asshole. Anybody crazy enough to cheat on you wouldn't deserve you anyway." He glances at her and notices she's smiling to herself, a bright red spreading across her innocent features.

"Thanks, Stiles." Lydia said in the sweetest voice.

"No problem, lyds." He's not sure where the nickname came from, but it has a nice ring to it.

"Nicknames are cool." She looks at him observantly, "Imma call you, umm.."

"Don't strain yourself, silly." He laughs at her concentrated gaze fixated on the dashboard. 

Finally they pull into a long driveway to a semi-small, but nice blue house, the groaning jeep becoming silent.

"Welcome to the Stilinski residence. We know how to be sarcastic and have a good laugh, but cooking isn't our best feature." He chuckles and she giggles, her laugh quickly becoming his favorite sound.

"I'll have to stay for dinner sometime." She hops out of the car grabbing all the bags. This surprises Stiles because they had ten bags, some filled with heavyish stuff. "What? You comin' or are you just gonna stand there and look at me like I'm some kind of supernatural being?"

This snaps him back into reality and runs infront of her, quickly unlocking the door and opening it up for her. She immediately goes to the couch and kicks off her shoes. This girl is going to be the death of him.

"You know, I'm starting to like you." He jokes and plops down next to her. 

"Of course you are." She muses, "who wouldn't?" Glancing over towards the boy only to find him beaming down at her.

"I'm starting to like you too, Stilinski." She admits not only to him, but herself too.

A warm smile immediately appears on her lips. She hasn't felt this comfortable with anyone in a long time. Well a guy atleast.

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I was gonna make this way longer but since school has been beating me up I figured just a small update will do for now.

I'm sorry for the wait and for such a crappy chapter

I'll make it up to you guys somehow

xoxo, em.