Stydia | oneshots

Third grade love

"Alright kiddo, try not to get into too much trouble today, alright?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. The 39 year old man hit the brakes of his old police car to a steady halt and looked his son straight in his beautiful caramel eyes. His son did the same, seeing past him tired eyes and the small wrinkles creamed on his pale face.

"Sure dad. Love you," and with that quick response, Stiles jolted from the car towards the front doors of the Beacon Hills Elementary School.

Mr. Stilinski smiled the whole time his son sprinted towards Scott McCall. Stiles had been the new kid in town for a year now, and it's been hard for him to cope with the new town and making new friends. But it sure did bring a smile to the middle aged man's face to see his action figure loving, baseball hating son run towards a true friend. His blue backpack was way too big for his small figure, and his brown sack lunch was almost falling out of the half way zipped bag.

"Hey Scott," Stiles caught up with Scott McCall. He and Stiles were in the same class with Ms. Plump. A bitter old woman who in their minds was a witch.

"Hey Stiles. Guess what my mom packed me for lunch?" Scott McCall pulled up his Star Wars lunch box and the two picked the food up in awe and excitement they rammed into the glass front doors.

"Are you okay?" Stiles heard. His eyes had been locked to a close as he rubbed his sore forehead with his greasy palm.

"Yeah, we're fi-" Stiles' vision returned, and his eye sight focused on a girl. Her hair was a beautiful strawberry blonde, that was wavy and put up into a thick pony-tail tied with pink elastic. Her black glassed were pushed far to the bridge of her nose, as her pink glossy lips turned to a worry-some frown.

"We're fine." Scott took over, his hand on his forehead, while the other was tugging at his best friends sweater. "Um, come on Stiles. Let's get to class." Scott grabbed his lunch box from the ground and walked around the mysterious girl, inside the elementary building.

"Who was that?" Stiles asked, taking his seat next to Scott.

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"Okay class, settle down." Stiles and Scott slumped further in their seats at hearing Ms. Plumps voice, but paid no real attention to her. "We have a new student here. She came all the way from New Jersey. Class this is Lydia Martin."

"Hi Lydia..." The groaning of the students slumped in their seats. They knew as well as Ms. Plump that another student wasn't really necessary. The class of 15 students didn't mind being a small class. They really didn't see any reason a new girl was welcome. Especially another nerd girl.

"Hi," her soft voice had a quiver, like she was nervous. And she was definitely was. Her pale cheeks turned a rose pink, and her head ducked to the ground.

Stiles looked up from his Superman comic and dropped it. He elbowed Scott, "Look. It's that girl." Lydia. His mind said her name, as if it was a new flavor of fresh ice cream. Lydia. It's kinda pretty.

Stiles looked her over: her green eyes were dark and inviting. Like a pool of fresh water. Her pink glossy lips were turned into a sheepish grin, one could see right through and tell she didn't like the situation she was in. Her pink sweater had a purple heart on it. It was large and fuzzy, sticking out. Her jeans were long and her black shoes shined under the crappy lighting.

"You can sit behind Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinkski," Ms. Plump ordered, pointing at Scott and Stiles. She did as she was told but looked up at no one, setting her belongings at her desk; she kept quiet the whole class.

Teen Wolf

"Stiles... Stiles? Stiles!" Scott rolled his eyes, and walked on the other side of his best friend and snatched the scissors off his side of the desk, and cut a football out of the brown construction paper. He grabbed the glue bottle and ignored Ms. Plumps instructions as:

"Only use a pea size amount of glue..."

And used more than half for the three footballs. The assignment was create a poster for the pee-wee football team who was playing their first football game this year. Stiles and Scott could care less about the topic, and simply threw down a football or two and Stiles drew a stick figure yelling 'GO COUGARS!"

Scott sighed and dropped the glue, elbowing his best friend. "Huh? What?" He asked, looking around the room. He was staring at Lydia Martin. The new girl since three months ago, but still she looked more amazing than the last, Stiles concluded.

"Really?" Scott asked, slightly annoyed. His best friend had pushed poor Scott away for a girl. A girl Stiles never even spoke two words too.

Stiles sighed and looked down at the poster. It was horrible. And it wasn't like he minded much. He after all did help for the most part. "What?" He blushed, and though he said it through a sigh, Scott heard.

"Um... can we borrow you glue bottle? Ours ran out." Scott cleared his throat, and Stiles shrugged and grabbed the glue from Scott's desk, his eyes never leaving the wood.

He groaned, and looked up, shrugging, "Yeah I g-g-g-..." Stiles stopped from stuttering any longer. He cleared his throat, smooth, Stiles. He though. "Um... sure. Here." He handed the glue bottle to Lydia Martin, whose grin turned bigger and brighter.

"Thanks." She turned her black shoes on the tiles, and walked back to her desk with Mimi Thomas next to her.

Her hair was up again. It's always put up into a tight pony-tail, with that pink elastic band. Scott chuckled, "Man, you got it bad." Scott huffed, and grabbed the scraps of brown construction paper left on the desk.

Stiles looked up at him, "What? What do I have?" He said hastily, his impulsive side jumping out, slightly worried.

Scott shook his head, "No... I was in my moms room and I found one of her magazines. It said, 'When a guy likes you'. You have all the signs." Scott replied, as if he was an expert on the topic. He walked towards the recycling bin, and threw the bits into the green waste consumer.

"What? Am I contagious?" He asked, still his hasty side kicking in.

"No. But you like Lydia." He said, grabbing the poster and stacking it on Ms. Plumps desk along with the other posters that were ten times better than the two boys'.

"But I don't want to. She just has nice eyes, that's all." He mumbles, looking down. Slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry, buddy." Scott sat down, pealing the stuck glue pieces off his hand.

Stiles sighed and put the scissors away, taking his seat. He tried his best not to look at Lydia Martin.

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I know the picture has nothing to do with the story but i love it so i had to put it in