Outcasts [Book 1]

Sixteen

I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up

I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

Oh (that same old love) Oh (that same old love)

I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart

I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart

- Same Old Love, Selena Gomez

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"So you guys just talked?"

Stiles drums his fingers against his chest quickly. He gives one slow, timid nod that makes it look like his body movements have a stutter. 

He hates therapy. He hates that therapy days are the days that Lydia doesn't drive him to school, he hates having to sit there in the car with his dad, he hates having to sit in the office and be looked at like he's crazy.

Lastly, he hates how everything he says is questioned as if he's lying. 

His therapist looks at him like there is no Lydia and she's just a figment of his imagination, like a ghost made up so he doesn't feel as lonely as he is. Isn't therapy suppose to help people work through their problems and ultimately change their lives for the better?

Stiles feels a weight lifted off his chest when he walks through the parking lot to his dad's car, and another one is placed on his shoulders when he opens the car door. His dad doesn't talk to him anymore. Stiles isn't sure if he's ashamed or just plain pissed off, but he hasn't spoken a word to him since he's gotten back. 

Convinced his father doesn't care, Stiles pulls out his phone and calls Lydia. She picks up on the second ring, her voice instantly calming him. "H-Hi." His hand shakes slightly around the phone. "Hey." Lydia replies, he could hear the smile in her voice. 

He caused that smile. Stiles smiles too. 

"Uh, weird question, are you real?" Stiles asks. He had to make sure she was. If Lydia really was just a figment of his imagination, it would break him. All the supernatural stuff she had told him did seem pretty crazy, and she hadn't given him any real proof, but he still believed her. 

Theres voices in the background. "Of course I'm real, Stiles." Lydia tells him. Stiles blows out a breath, clenching the phone a little less. "Okay." He glances over at his dad, he was sure his dad had been looking at him. He dismiss the thought. His dad doesn't look at him either. 

"Okay." Lydia responds quietly. It goes silent for the next ten seconds until Lydia chuckles, breaking all the tension Stiles was feeling. "Are we going to be one of those couples that spends hours saying 'no, you hang up first'?" She asks. His face lights up at the word 'couple'. "If we did that we'd never get off the phone, we're both too stubborn." 

More silence follows. It's a strange, comfortable silence. 

"Hang up, Stiles." 

"You hang up first."

"No, you hang up first." 

"No, you hang up first." 

"No, you hang up first." 

"No, you han-" Theres some rustling on the other line and a few curses. "Lydia's hanging up first." Scott says before the line goes dead. Stiles sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He glances over at his dad, who doesn't even try to act like he wasn't staring at him.

Despite them being in the middle of traffic, they stare at each other for three seconds. Someone honks their horn and he starts driving again. "So," That's the first word he's said to him in two months, "You have a girlfriend?" 

Stiles nods and blows out another breath shakily. He's found himself hating every other car but Lydia's. Hers is nice, comforting, and smells like her. He knows its pathetic to miss her already, but he does. "You sound surprised." 

"Can I meet her?" His dad asks. Stiles falters. He blinks multiple times, not knowing why he would want to meet Lydia. He's never cared before. Strange, very strange... 

"I guess." Stiles runs a hand through his hair. They don't talk for the rest of the ride. 

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"So you guys just talked?" Allison asks for the third time that day. Lydia rolls her eyes but nods, closing her locker. Allison raises her eyebrows. "So you talked... on a bed of roses... when you're both half naked?" She questions. Lydia nods. 

Allison grabs her shoulders. "Okay, Lydia, if you were attacked by aliens blink twice, if you're a robot blink once- ha! You blinked." She pulls away. "Yeah, 'cause I have to blink or my eyes will dry out." Lydia scoffs. 

The taller girl sighs and leans against a locker, trying to find an alternative to going to class. "Did you tell him already?" Allison cocks an eyebrow at her. Lydia knew what she was talking about, but sure as hell didn't want to talk about it. "About the supernatural? Yeah." 

"No, I mean about you loving him." 

"So where'd you get this one?" Lydia asks, running her fingers lightly over the scar on Stiles' chest. It seemed weird, tracing each others scars, though it didn't feel weird. "That ones new actually, my dad got drunk and threw an empty beer bottle at me. Its healing well though." 

Lydia assumes that thats the reason he was crying, as most of his scars are from his dad. Each scar they have is little, or at least it healed to get smaller, but its still gonna be there forever. 

"And this one?" Stiles runs his fingers over her hip again and she gets goosebumps, making him grin. "I got bit by a werewolf a few months back."  Lydia shrugs. It healed rather quickly, but so did most things werewolves did to her. Sometimes its good to be immune. 

Stiles' grin turns into a smile. He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, so that their pressed against each other again. For a moment, she can barely breath. She can hear and feel his heartbeat against her, and she knows this is it. 

Their not saying anything, and they've barely been on a date, but she knows. Stiles trusts her. He trusts her enough to tell her about his dad, and she trusts him enough to tell him about the supernatural. And for a moment, Lydia is reminded that trusting someone is scary. 

He places a kiss to her forehead, and all doubt fades away. 

"Maybe I was just hormonal when I said that." Lydia shrugs nonchalantly. "Bullshit." Allison comments. She rolls her eyes, seeing right through her. Lydia glances over at Allison and sighs. Allison always knows everything she's thinking, and its annoying. 

It sucks not being able to lie to someone. 

At this point, it was pretty easy to figure Lydia out. With any other boy, their clothes would've been off before they reached her room. But she loves him, and wants his first time to be special, and not the I-was-drunk-and-only-remember-half-of-it special, the good type of special. 

The look Allison is giving her is killing her. She opens her mouth, probably to tell her about how she's figured out everything about her, but stops. Allison's eyes travel behind Lydia. "Speak of the devil." 

Lydia feels someone's body warmth behind her and turns around only to see Stiles peering down at her. She has to gulp down her heart and put it back in her chest at the sight of his wide smile that he only has for her. 

"Bye Stiles." Allison smirks, elbows Lydia, - because she'd been staring at him like a fangirl crushing on a celebrity - and leaves them alone. 

A/N

Okay, so most of you (at least I think) have probably read a stydia soulmate AU at some point in your shipping life. 

Answer me this: lame or not lame?