Crimes ↦ Stydia au

4 || drunk nights

"STILES. Do you know anything about this person? Or why you chose to kill him first?" Lydia fished out the small photo, the deceased man, from her pant's pocket and set it on the table.

He sat there with his hands folded together on  the table looking at Lydia dead in the eye. The uniform that he had to wear clung to his skinny frame and dark bags were surrounding Stiles' eyes. He took the small picture in his hands and started investigating the picture as if he never seen this person before. Stiles gave back Lydia the small picture and began to talk.

"I know him." Stiles revealed to Lydia and she gazed at him as if to say he needed to give out more information than that. "I killed him."

The detective noticed how his tone of voice changed from 'I know what I'm saying' to 'did I really do that?'. Of course, nothing can slip through her fingers. She's good at observing, but when it comes to love, she's a fool. She kept that action of Stiles in mind and continued interviewing him.

"Why is he the first person you killed?" Lydia was walking around Stiles while paying close attention to his actions. Stiles sat in the chair, still thinking of an answer to the question that was just asked.

"Why was Jackson the first person you ever dated?" He smirked and had his arms crossed over his chest, slightly looking behind him to see if Lydia were to do anything. Lydia never talked about Jackson after what happened and now that Stiles brang him up, her heart breaks a little bit.

Lydia clenches her jaw and rubs her temple, trying to not lose control. Stiles just had to bring up Jackson after how many years.

"Maybe he wasn't the first person I ever dated, Stiles." She informed Stiles through clenched teeth.

"Maybe he wasn't the first person I ever killed, Lydia."

Lydia took a deep breath before continuing on with her interview with Stiles. He sat there, sighing deeply, impatiently waiting for this interview to be over. The strawberry blonde haired girl walked right up to Stiles' face and stared at him right in the eye.

"Now, tell me. Why did you kill him in the first place!" Her loud voice echoed throughout the walls of the interview room where Stiles was currently being held.

As soon as Lydia's face was mere inches away from Stiles' face, Stiles soft pink lips met Lydia's red lips. Stiles' lips fit Lydia's lips like a puzzle piece and my gosh, it was just like the old days. It went so well, with their tongues dancing together and lips connected. It was as if they were still together. They were just missing something to complete this puzzle piece. And that was love. Real love.

Once the detective realized what she was doing, her hazel eyes widened and she stumbled backwards putting her fingers towards her lips. A few feet away from her was Stiles, smirking at the shocked detective. She kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish underwater, not knowing what to say. It felt so wrong, but there was that little part of her heart that said it felt right.

"Finally you shut up." Lydia furrows her eyebrows and glares directly towards Stiles.

"Don't ever do that again, you hear me? And I'll just have to go get answers by myself. I'm going to the town where you first started your crimes, Stilinski. Since you are not cooperating." Her voice was laced with bitterness and with one last look at Stiles before heading out the door, she could have sworn she saw a tiny bit of fear in his eyes.

CLAIRE followed Lydia towards the glass door of the fancy restaurant that they had a reservation to. The handles of the door were colored gold and there was a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the waiting area. There were red chairs leaning against each side of the wall and a painting that was paid to be painted on the ceiling.  Lydia gestured her blonde friend to tell the man at the front that the both of them have a reservation.