Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

32. I have high school

Lydia actually slept at her own house for once, usually staying over at Stiles' to make sure he was okay. And he was. Now more than ever. It's been a week or so since the two weeks of being ignored and the first day of junior year started this Monday.

And even though Lydia knew he was doing great, there was still a little something off. There was no other way to explain it except that he was slightly different. For starters, Lydia noticed he rarely ever slept which was absolutely different from the sleep loving Stiles she knew. She kept telling herself: it's just the side affect. It's just his insomnia. And that seemed to work for a while to distract her from other darker thoughts.

One thing she didn't notice, however, was that Stiles was distancing himself again. Not even with just Lydia but with everyone he knew. He'd spend more time in his room, doing God knows what, than actually going out. Sure he'd sit on the roof and talk to Lydia like old times but if she offered to come over he'd make up some pathetic excuse that he knew eventually she wouldn't fall for. "My Uncle Toby wanted me to call him." Of course there was no Uncle Toby or sometimes even Grandma Rosie.

But one night, she was absolutely unavoidable.
It had been three hours of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling in an attempt to go to sleep and like always it was two AM and Stiles was still awake. Lydia had carefully jumped onto his roof, like she'd done so many times before, and lightly started tapping at his window.
"Stiles! Stiles I know you're awake." She whispered loud enough for him to hear.

With some hesitation, Stiles got out of bed and opened the window for her.
"I'm fine. I know that's what you were going to ask." He doesn't bite at the sentence or sound rude, instead his tone was soft as if making sure she was okay without actually asking her. She glared up at him, in her protective mode, before stepping forward slightly to lean her head against his chest. His arms automatically wrapped themselves around her small frame and the hug held everything from concern and fear to love and sorrow.

"Eichen house." Was all that Lydia whimpered, the words slipping out of her mouth and to Stiles' ears like a single drop of rain down a window.
"I still have a little more time." He whispers back, resting his chin on her strawberry locks. It'd been a while since they'd simply done just this, just being in the other's presence with soft words and a single hug.
"But that's why you're doing it right? Staying in your room so when you go it'll be easier? Easier for us." Lydia asks and Stiles nods.

"Sorry." He apologizes.
"Don't be sorry. I get it. But..." Lydia sighs. "I don't know. There are other ways you could've done it?" She fumbles over her words, pulling back from his chest so their eyes can meet. He smiles slightly, placing a kiss to her forehead before climbing back into bed. Lydia watches as he gets situated and then makes her way over to the window.

"Lydia-" Stiles sits up and she turns back to him. "Maybe you could just..." He trails off but she already knows, swiftly making her way to the boy before cuddling next to him.
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"How do I look? Do I look okay?" Stiles asks frantically as he parks the jeep in the school parking lot.
"For the millionth time, you look great. Who the hell are you trying to impress? You've already got a girl." Lydia gestures to herself before brushing some lint off of Stiles' shoulder.

In Lydia's opinion, he actually looked more than okay. Quite handsome, actually. He wore regular blue jeans and his beat up sneakers but his shirt looked fairly new, black sleeves with white and gray stripes filling the rest of the t-shirt. His hair was messy but he seemed to have it styled some way because when Lydia ruffled it up, he swatted her hands away and "fixed" it.

"I'm trying to impress everyone. If you don't remember, I was the guy who blacked out in the hallway on Mock Day." Stiles grips the steering wheel and takes a deep breath silently before hopping out of his ancient vehicle. Lydia follows as he leans against the hood to wait for her, smoothing out her skirt as she slips from her seat.
"What's that?" Stiles gestures to her apparel. Lydia looks down then back up to him, a puzzled expression playing her face.

"My skirt?" Lydia asks. A few of the lacrosse players pass by the couple, their eyes wandering a little too long down Lydia's legs and Stiles glares at them, feet shuffling a little faster towards the school.
"Is someone jealoussssssss?" Lydia grins as Stiles watches them walk away.
"No. It's just....you have nice legs and they have nice faces."
"You seriously think I would leave you?" Lydia asks as they start to walk towards the entrance of Beacon Hills High.

A few of the students that pass by recognize Stiles, snickering under their breaths or throwing him sympathetic smiles. A couple guys say their hello's to Lydia and she waves back, the tall boy by her side watching as they walk away.
"Hey Lydia!" A girl calls from down the hall as she makes her way to her locker. She was fairly tall, dirty blonde hair with shorts too short for her long legs. The girls eyes move from Lydia to the brunette on her right and her smile grows painfully wider.

"Oh, hi! You're....Stiles. Right?" She pauses to remember his name. With a small gulp he nods quickly, his shyness immediately heating his body.
"I'm Malia." She offers a hand but Lydia throws her a look. Malia takes the hint and lowers her hand to her side, clearing her throat. "Listen, I feel really bad about what happened on Mock Day. I'm sure I don't know anything about what really happened but I saw the EMT's. So if you need anything, just let me know." She reaches a hand out, gripping him on the shoulder before going on her way, keeping her touch on him as long as she can.

Lydia glares at her back, turning to her locker in a huff and dialing in the combo. "I think a make out session in the hallway needs to be scheduled soon. Let every girl know you're off limits." She mumbles in jealousy, a small smirk growing on Stiles' face. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the locker next to Lydia's.
"Nu-uh, I don't do PDA." He states.
"How would you know you don't like it, you've never dated." Lydia throws back.

She turns to see a glare across his face.
"Sorry..." She smiles shyly before closing her locker door. They take off down the hall towards chemistry class and Stiles sighs.
"Okay. M-Maybe just like, holding hands?" He speaks nervously. Lydia doesn't hesitate in grabbing onto his long fingers and wrapping them between her own. Her hands were much smaller than his but he liked it that way, squeezing her tighter as they approach first period.
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Authors note:
AWWW first day of school the little jelly bugs!

Teen Wolf is on tonight and I still don't have MTV.... FML.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe