Intriguing

Why Is Camp So Dirty?

(Alright well imma dedicate this to stydiawillhappen because I like her stories and she's been commenting on this story. And I get feels every time I read them. Anyways thanks peeps!)

There was a few things Stiles was thinking about before kissing Lydia. But the fact that they were on a canoe was not one of them. Before Stiles' lips could even touch Lydia's lips the canoe tipped over sending them both into the water.

Somehow Stiles had forgotten physics, gravity, or common sense. "Stiles!" Lydia exclaimed. Stiles couldn't help but grin. Even soaking wet and, trying to drown Stiles in the lake, she still looked great.

Eventually she was satisfied with how much she had drowned Stiles and swam over to the canoe. He grabbed the canoe with her and pushed it over. Stiles climbed it into the canoe first then he helped Lydia in.

It was quiet for a moment. Just the quiet sound of water droplets falling off the two. Then they looked at eachother and started to laugh. "I wonder if the camp has spare clothes..." Stiles says. Lydia rolls her eyes.

"I'm more concerned with hypothermia." Stiles grins. "The water wasn't that cold." He tells her. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure your hands are light blue." Lydia responds

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"Stilinski, Lydia, why are you wet?" The coach asks. They both glance at eachother and grin. "You know what, I don't want to know. Here." He throws clothes at them. The shirts are blue and in white letters Beacon Hills Camp is on the back. Then there's black pants, they aren't exactly sweat pants but there kind of like sweat pants that are one size too small.

A trumpet starts blowing. "Did they explain what the trumpet means?" Stiles asks as he follows the sound. Lydia walks with him. She shrugs. They walk in silence until they see a man blowing a trumpet at the center of the camp.

"I'm gonna find Scott." Stiles says. Allison sees Lydia and runs over to her. "Another announcement?" Lydia asks. "It's camp. They think we'll get into trouble if we're not doing something 24/7. Why are you wet?" Allison asks.

"I went canoeing. What did you do?" Lydia asks raising an eyebrow at the friend. 

"Lydia's going to kill me. I got her to come here and now I'm spending my time making out with you." Allison says. Scott kisses her yet again. "She won't kill you. She's probably making out with someone else anyways. What else is camp for?" Scott replies.

"Nothing." Allison says. Lydia knows what her best friend has been doing. But she doesn't care, she's just glad that she's moving on from Isaac. They sit down. Everyone's kind of in a deformed circle around the man.

"I'm Theo. If you have any problems talk to Coach Flinstock because I don't really care about your problems. Um, I'm just here because I'm failing three classes and need extra credit. Like coach said, no sex. If I find a condom on the floor it will be your asses." He clears his throat. 

"Anyways um let's see..." He flips through a notepad he's holding.

 "Malia, Kira, Liam, and Greenburg in room 2. I feel sorry for you three. No one wants Greenburg. But eh, who ever said life was easy." Greenburg smiles and attempts to get a high five from Liam. Liam shakes his head and walks away.

"Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Scott Mcall, and Stiles Stilinksi in cabin 3. That can't be a real name. Can it? Did I even pronounce that right? You know what I don't care you know your names, go on. Come on McCall stop grinning and move!" 

Theo ran a hand through his hair and scoffed. "Aidan, ugh the twin. I am not gonna be able to tell you two apart. Kate, I have a thing for blondes your welcome at my room any time," the boy continued.

Scott looked around not knowing where the room would be. Finally he spotted it. It was like a mini cabin. There was two bunk beds. Lydia climbed to the top of one. Stiles tried to get the bed under Lydia but Allison beat him to it.

He huffed and sighed loudly then trudged to the bed on top of Scott. This wasn't going to help his sleep habits at all. The fact that they could see eachother from across the beds was crazy. It wasn't that crazy though, it just felt like it.

Now Stiles would wake up to Lydia sleeping or the other way around. Either way it wasn't helping Stiles' urge to rip off Lydia's clothes and it wasn't going to help Lydia's urge to let him do it. Stiles smiled and waved and she did the same back.

"Alright well I'm going out." Allison states. "Me too." Scott says. "Subtle." Stiles chimes in. Scott blushes and follows Allison out the door. Then Stiles looks at Lydia. This was not helping the urges.

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Stiles ends up not being able to sleep. He wants a late night snack.  Stiles looks at the bottom beds, still empty. He looks at Lydia, still perfect. He walks over to Lydia who's sleeping happily. She's even smiling.

Stiles smiles at the sight of her, so peaceful. He lies down next to her for a couple minutes until his stomach rumbles. "I'll be back." He whispers. "Stiles." She mumbles. Stiles raises an eyebrow at the strawberry blonde. 

She's still asleep though. When he realizes what she's dreaming about he grins happily. "All in good time." He whispers.

He gets up and walks around the camp for a few minutes. Then he hears moaning. Stiles stops and raises an eyebrow at the cabin that stands before him.

It's cabin #1. "Ugh everyones too horny." He takes another step away from the cabin but then stops. Cabin #1. Isn't that Theos cabin? "This is too good." Stiles states. He goes to the door and opens it. Theo and Coach are fucking Kate on the floor. Neither Kate nor Theo or coach notices Stiles.

There's a shelf of chips and a microwave. "No fair." Stiles whispers. But the couple doesn't notice. Stiles finds a fridge and opens it. There's chicken in there so he takes out the chicken and puts it in the microwave.

The couple doesn't notice until the microwave starts buzzing. Stiles takes out the chicken and bites into it. "Blackmail is a funny thing."

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"Lydia, wake up." He says. She stirs in her sleep. Then one of her eyes come open. "What?" She asks. The other eye opens. "Dreaming about anything?" He asks. A faint blush comes to Lydia's face. "Yeah, you came into the cabin with chicken and Doritos and woke me up without an explanation."

Stiles rolls his eyes then tells her the whole story. Lydia starts to laugh but Stiles face is serious. "Oh? Your serious? Kate. With Theo and Coach?" She raises her eyebrows. "Yes Lydia, I saw Coaches dick now have some Doritos or it isn't worth it." 

He hands her the Doritos bag and she eats two. "You know Scott and Allison aren't back yet." Stiles says glancing at the two empty beds. "I know. I don't even want to think about what they were doing." She says.

"Not my point." He smirks. Before they can kiss a wet hand is placed between them. "Scott." Stiles groans. Stiles wonders why Scotts hand is wet and almost pukes. "You guys can't make out if we're in the room." Scott states. The two glare at Scott but he is unaffected by it.

"Alright well why don't you two go outside and keep making out." Stiles suggests. "It's raining." Allison says. Stiles is a little relieved that Scotts hand isn't wet because of... Other things. "Well kissing in the rain is the new trend." Lydia says. Scott pulls Stiles off the bed.

Lydia sighs and hits her head on the pillow. Allison's head pops up. "If you like him that much then I can try to get over my hatred. But if I see you two making out, I will barf." She states. Allison goes back onto the bottom bunk.

Stiles climbs onto the his bed. He waves at Lydia and she waves back. For some reason the universe gives them the exact thought at the same time. We're either going to come back in love with eachother or hating eachother, or both?