50 Shades of Stydia

Shade Four

Him? Oh. Him.

Him, oh him.

Yes, he is my light. 

Yes, he is my smiles. 

Yes, he is my laughs.

Yes, he is my life.

Yes, he has my heart. 

Him? 

Yes, him. 

He was fortune's fool.

. . . 

"Wait, so you stole the guard's keycard?" She smiled in amusement. 

He made a wacky movement of his head and neck as he flared his arms. "I wouldn't call it stealing."

"So what would you call it?" She gave him a serious, yet sarcastic, smirk of obvious signs. 

"I would call it...borrowing and not giving it back." He looked in another direction and gently folded his hands; desperately trying to avoid Lydia's eyeing glare.

"Sure." He could see she rolled her eyes, but still had a gorgeous smile stamped on her face.

"But, thanks Stiles for getting me out. That was pretty..." 

"Brave, heroic, selfless?" Stiles smirked as he playfully added in answers. 

"...Stupid." She gave a chuckle after he dropped his jaw. 

"What?! Why?!" He turned to her gazing green eyes that lit up the room. He couldn't help the corners of his mouth as they rose up into a genuine smile. 

"You could've been hurt or killed!" She said awe struck that he wasn't getting it. 

"But, I didn't!" Once again, the sarcastic boy made a movement with his arm. 

"Stiles," She scolded giving him a warning glare. 

"Lydia, I'm fine. You're fine. Scott's fine. Kira's fine. Malia, Liam, Corey, Hayden, they're all fine. We're all alive and okay. So, don't worry so much about it." 

She looked into his soft honey brown eyes and everything seemed to melt. She pursed her plump lips, and kept staring at him. Lydia couldn't seem to look away. 

Oh God. 

No, no, no. Did she think what she was doing was actually happening? No, stop it Lydia Martin. Don't you dare lean any further forward.