loving lydia | stydia

One.

Stiles Stilinski was sat on his sofa with Lydia Martin, talking about countless things while watching Lydia's all time favourite film, The Notebook.

She sat cross legged from the hazel eyed boy, as they met her warm green ones. Elegancy dripped off her bright red cheeks, she looked perfect with her shorts on and Stiles' lacrosse jersey ending to her knee, which looks like she's wearing nothing other than the oversized, burgundy silk. Her bare feet which was now not occupied with regular nude stilettos, painted baby blue as she was cross legged on the couch.

"So, tell me why you end up on my couch at 11pm with a shit load of snacks and decided to steal my jersey." Stiles smirked, he wasn't complaining. God no, he wasn't complaining at all. Being within her company made him feel whole, made him feel warm and fuzzy which you only read in cheesy books and movies.

She cleared her throat and held her fingers up as she spoke. "One," she said, and put up one finger, and so on. "I always steal your jersey so your loss. And two, I missed you."

Stiles smiled at her words, looking down at his lap and fiddled with his fingers. He always knew that his feelings never really went away for this firey haired girl. Every time she complimented him his stomach would do little twirls and he hated it, but fucking loved it at the same time.

Lydia though? Ever since she kissed Stiles in the locker room, things have felt..different for her spastic, hyperactive friend.

Lydia looked back at Stiles and watched him silently watching her. He knew she was looking, but he didn't care. He didn't care because Lydia is fully aware of Stiles' feelings..he knows that, and so does she. He watched as her phone pinged that iPhone text tone, which didn't stop him from looking at what he wished was his.

"Just Aiden." Lydia said chucking her phone back on the wooden coffee table in front of the caramel coloured sofa.

"Well, I missed you to Lyds. Since you've been to busy with Aiden to notice me for a week. Thanks for that, by the way." The way he said Aiden was like venom dripping off his tongue, he didn't hate the guy, he just hated that he took the girl of his dreams so goddamn easily.

Lydia, on the other hand, rolled her eyes knowing that Stiles was gonna bring that up eventually.

"Stiles, come on don't be childish."

"Me? Childish? Please, that's the opposite of me. Maybe you shouldn't bunk people off to see your dog." Stiles said sarcastically, also insulting his best friend, being a True Alpha and all. But, he mentally said he loved Scott in his head after that comment.

"Stiles your insulting your best friend there." The Banshee smirked a cute little smirk. Lydia studied his face for awhile, generally seeing the disappointment and jealousy in his eyes. Lydia felt guilty, of course she liked him back to, but she felt like she wasn't good enough for him, and she didn't want to see him broken.

"You know I love my little Scotty poo. Even he's ditched me tonight for Allison, so I'm used to the whole ditching for another person type thing." Stiles said, and again it couldn't be more sarcastic.

"Whatever. So you want me to go?" Lydia raised her eyebrows in amusement, she always liked the fuss he held over her. Not in a selfish way, in a complete comforting way.

Lydia stood up, pretending to leave. Out of nowhere Stiles freaked out and reached for her hand like he had some Spider-Man reflexes, even though he cherished to be the infamous Peter Parker.

"NO! Stay, Lyds." He pleaded, and he really meant it because you could here the little bubble in his voice that was desperate.

Lydia sighed dramatically, and sat down next to him, hands still intertwined as neither one of them wanted to let go. Stiles looked at their hands together, and he just felt so right. He felt like there hands were meant to be in each others, as cheesy as it sounds. But, everything was a cheesy rom-com with Lydia Martin.

"Fine, only if we can build a fort." Lydia said, standing up again and already trying to move one of the sofas. Stiles' face lit up with a devilish grin as he moved the sofa from the opposite room, placed it next to the other one as they made a 'V' with them. Stiles whipped out one of the sofa throws over the top and put loads of pillows inside.
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12:04am.
That was the time where The Notebook finally ended and Sheriff Stilinski finally came home from the station. As he walked into his home with confidential police files in hand, and looked to the left where his living room would lay, but instead a giant fort was built.

The Sheriff chuckled to himself, as he knew that was the work of Stiles and Lydia. He walked into the living room and spoke up.

"A fort? Hi Lydia." The amusement in his voice was overwhelming as a little 'Hi Mr. Stilinski' underneath the mass, cushion-y mess.

"Goodnight guys. And please place my living room back to its former state." Said the Sheriff, then he leaped up the stairs for an early start in the morning.

Lydia yawned and started to get sleepy. She looked over and saw Stiles snoring. She took this time to peer as his gorgeous features that could make any women drool, his little moles that made Lydia want to trace a dot to dot with her soft, manicured fingers.

"Stiles." She shook him awake, as he opened his eyes, his pupils immediately grew as Lydia was the first person he saw.

"Have you got Lacrosse practice tomorrow?" She asked, sitting up. As she done so, the top of the fort skimmed her head which made her hair go static.

"Only after last period, why?" He questioned, Lydia only asks about lacrosse when there's a big game and what she would wear and what she could write on her banner that would be suitable in the school grounds.

"Could I wear your jersey tomorrow, and I'll meet you after 5 period and give it to you?" She asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice as she pushed a stray bit of hair from Stiles' eye which made his stomach do about 100 backflips.

"Of course. But why? You only wear my jersey when we have movie nights?" Stiles' voice also had a hint of uncertainty, and a bit croaky seeing as he just woke up. Lydia loved his morning voice, that's why 50% of the time she ring him before school, but that's a secret Lydia would only ever know.

"Because we've just had a week off school, and I missed you so I wanted to wear it." She smiled, this time with more confidence. Stiles just smiled as he and Lydia climbed out of the fort. Lydia picked up the empty glasses, plates and loaded them into the dishwasher ready to be washed in the morning, and the pizza boxes in the recycling out back.

As Lydia returned to the Living room, it was back to its normal state, and the throw blanket was folded and draped neatly over the back of the couch.

As Lydia grabbed her purse, phone and car keys, big muscular arms wrapped round her waist and kissed the back of her head. Her heart started to speed as the nerves in her tummy heightened.

"I missed you Lyd's."

"I missed you to, Stiles."

She slipped her heels on and hopped into her car, still in Stiles' jersey which he absolutely adored her in. While she was pulling out of the driveway, Stiles shouted "Call me when you get home!" And she blew him a kiss and she was of.

Around 7 minutes later, Stiles was led in bed staring at the ceiling awaiting Lydia's text because he wouldn't be able to sleep before he knew she was home safely.

Finally, his phone pinged and the name on his screen made his heart flutter, only by a simple text can do so much.

From: My Bestest.
Home now.. Thank you for tonight. Love you. Xxx - Lyds.