Outcasts [Book 1]

Thirteen

Take it slow, but its not typical

He already knows that my love is fire, His heart was a stone,

But then his hands roam, I turned him to gold

And I took him higher, But I'll be your daydream

I'll wear your favorite things, We could be beautiful

Get drunk on the good life, I'll take you to paradise

Say you'll never let me go

- Roses, The Chainsmokers

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"I think I'm in love with him...."

Allison clears her throat and Lydia lifts her head to look at Allison. "You should wear the black ones." Lydia says. Allison gives a nod and saunters back into her closet, resuming their conversation.

"No shit Sherlock. You two look like love struck puppies when you're together. I thought I was going to have to lock you two in a closet if one of you didn't admit it soon."

Lydia twiddles her thumbs. She sinks further into Allison's bed, counting the time until Scott and Stiles get here to pick them up for the lacrosse party. "We haven't even been on a first date yet." Lydia murmurs to her self but Allison hears it. "What about the movie theater?"

She shrugs. "We're not calling that our first date." Lydia replies. She stares up at Allison's ceiling with a bored expression. She has a feeling this party is going to suck. "Remember when everything was easier and we were friends simply because you liked my clothing and we didn't have to look at murders every Friday night?"

Lydia laughs and nods. That was a fun first week, until Scott almost got hit by two cars and wolfed out. Whatever. It would've happened anyways, Scott just made it come quicker. Still, it's nice to dream about the times when all she had to worry about was her hair.

Allison peeks out at Lydia who looks in deep thought. She throws a combat boot at her and she groans loudly but barely moves. "Stop zoning out, we're having a conversation here!" Allison hisses. "Out of all the shoes you own, you had to throw the ones with the razor sharp knives under them?" Lydia grumbles and throws the boot elsewhere.

Sometimes Allison is way too much of a badass to her liking, and sometimes it's nice to know that she has a hunter on speed dial if she needs it. Which she normally does. "You should call Kira. She seems... Sad." Lydia suggests. Allison flops down on the bed next to Lydia. "Why don't you call her instead."

"'Cause I'm not the one that's having sex with her ex." Allison frowns. She sighs and nods, then a smirk comes to her face. "Yeah. But you're the one that's having sex with Stiles." Lydia blushes even though they haven't done anything besides kissing. Allison pushes Lydia off the bed, breaking her out of her trance.

"Rude." Lydia grumbles.

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The party is how Lydia expected it to be. Rowdy, dirty, - in both ways - and filled to the brim with alcohol and horny teenagers. Scott and Allison leave them at the door, rushing to go find another dark corner to make out in.

Stiles wraps his arms around her the moment they get in, finding comfort in her. She grins, her mood instantly lifting when she feels his heartbeat on her shoulder. His heart has fallen in line with the beat of the music, and the song isn't too bad. At least it's not about sex and drugs, or maybe it is, she's not sure.

He likes everything about her. Lydia, in a weird way, is like a warm blanket to him. She comforts him instantly without even trying, his anxiety going away when his body is pressed against hers. Lydia definitely doesn't have any protests to him pressing against her.

Her heart skips a beat when Stiles presses a kiss to her neck. It's not a sexual thing at all, it's his way of silently telling her that he loves her. There's so much warmth in his kiss, and he leaves butterflies in her stomach. It's like everything he touches turns to gold, 'cause she's never felt more perfect then when he's right there next to her.

Lydia wants to stand there forever, but can't. They find the kitchen easily and it's pretty much filled with bottles and bottles of alcohol, as she expected it to be. It's high school party protocol.

"Whats something you've never done before?" Lydia asks him over the music. He licks his lips, she has to grip the counter tighter. Now, if one of them says something they've never done before, the other has to change that. "Well, I've never had sex before." Stiles smirks and tilts his head. Yes, he had consumed tons of Pixy Sticks today, and he's bathing in confidence.

She likes that he's a virgin. The fact that he has never been with another girl before and that he's truly all hers does something to her in the weirdest of ways.

Lydia grins, not even blushing. "That's definitely going to change, but something we can do right now." Her grin only grows when his whole face lights up at the word 'definitely'. Stiles eyes the drinks, his smirk not dropping. "I've never drank vodka before."

He'd had champagne on New Years, stolen a beer or two from his dad when he was 11, his mom had let him try wine, and he finished his dad's drink once. He didn't know what drink that was, but he knew it wasn't vodka.

She holds up the vodka bottle to him. Stiles takes it from her, using it as an advantage to step closer to her. She notices, obviously, but it's not like she was going to step back. Or maybe she should, and maybe Stiles would get the hint and take another step forward until he had her pushed against the cold, disturbingly green walls.

Lydia was laughing at herself inside, she sounds like a hopeless romantic or some horny teenager, and she's both, but that she doesn't want to show it. Her phone buzzes and she takes it out and looks at it.

Isaac: Took your car, don't murder me, I'm too sexy to die

She glares at the phone. Who just takes someone's car at a party and- oh hell no.

Lydia: it better not smell like sex when I get in there

Isaac: no promises

Lydia: so help me god Isaac, I'll turn you into a fur coat and give it to Allison

Isaac: love you too

Lydia scoffs and puts her phone away. She turns back to Stiles. Stiles had taken a sip of the drink and was already grumbling about how horrible it tasted.

She rolls her eyes and pats his back until he stops coughing. Even though it was horrible, he continues to drink. Lydia lets him, but then it just gets a little over the top as he downs half of it in one gulp.

Before Lydia can stop him, every drop is down his throat. Lydia puts a hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to pass out or something. No ones suppose to drink that much that fast. He's going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.

A/N

TW: *opens trench coat, revealing stydia feels* here, it's half off

Me: I promise I can stop

TW: Sure you can *slowly slides over season 6 trailer*

Me: *cautiously opens trailer*

TW: It comes with manips and tumblr fics

Me: don't tell my family, bro