Outcasts [Book 1]

Nineteen

Lydia looks at Stiles through the mirror. She turns around, raising an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you suppose to be helping your dad with dinner?" She's coming to meet the sheriff in about twenty minutes, so she doesn't know why Stiles is sitting at the edge of her bed with a Chesire Cat smile.

"Aren't you suppose to be in heaven, up with the other angels?" Stiles raises his eyebrows as she did, as if that was actually a question. Lydia rolls her eyes and puts more concealer on her neck - damn Stiles and his need to leave hickeys across her skin. "Why the flattery?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I think your beautiful and saying cheesy pickup lines is my way of telling you, besides getting your face tattooed on my chest." Stiles sometimes says things simply to hear her laugh. Her laugh fills him up and fills a hole in his heart thats been there for years.

Stiles watches her, fiddling with his fingers, unaware of the other invisible presence that had taken a liking to both of them. Teenagers are great for Void, their filled with so many hormones. He already finds the banshee intriguing, but her falling in love with a murder is just perfect.

"So.... we're like dating right?" He asks after a moment. Stiles always asks questions like that in this broken voice that kills her inside. Lydia turns around instantly, kneeling down next to him. She takes his hand, as they normally hold hands during their talks.

"We're not like dating, we are dating." Lydia reassures him. Stiles grins and kisses her knuckles. The sadness drifts away from his face, giving her the gift of his sparkling golden eyes and general goodness. She blows out a silent breath.

"Now go, you don't want your dad to get suspicious." Lydia orders. Stiles rolls his eyes and hops out of her window with little to no effort. She smiles at the thump she hears, meaning Stiles had landed safely.

What would she do without that goof of a boy?

Lydia goes to where he was sitting, taking her heels from off the floor and slipping them on.

Don't you look absolutely divine, theres the sound of someone taking a deep breath, little banshee. She would've passed it off as one of the voices. Though, no one calls her little banshee but-

"Lydia! There's a Stiles here for you!" Her mothers voice comes from downstairs. Lydia glances around the room and for good measure looks through her closet. Nothing. She's paranoid, at least, thats what she tells herself.

Lydia rereads the definition of paranoia in her mind, just to make sure. No supernatural threat can get in the way tonight.

Lydia looks herself up and down in the mirror once more before leaving the room. She goes down the white steps as carefully and quickly as possible. Stiles, her mom, and her dad are all standing around the stairs, not talking at all.

Her mom, luckily, isn't glaring Stiles down and her dad doesn't seem to care, already trudging back to the football game on TV. Stiles is really the only one that makes a reaction, and its a big reaction. He hadn't been paying attention to what she was wearing when he was in her room, but now she had caught his attention.

It was a simple dark blue dress that stopped mid-thigh, she'd worn it before, but it had a different affect on Stiles since he loves her. A low growl comes from the nogistune - or the demon's spirit, its yet to be determined - that Stiles most likely would've punched him in the face for if he heard it.

He doesn't look too bad himself, in dark blue skinny jeans and a button up white t-shirt along with a slick, ironed black jacket that used to be his dads. After a few seconds of silence, Natalie clears her throat awkwardly.

Stiles didn't notice that his jaw was hanging open until Lydia used two fingers to close it for him. "Speechless?" Lydia quips like he had in the garage. When she passes by him, his nostrils fill with the smell of roses, making him internally groan.

He follows after her, waving an awkward goodbye to Natalie. She waits for him in the middle of the driveway and he jogs to her. "May I escort you across the street?" Stiles offers his arm. Lydia hooks her arm in his, smiling wider than he's ever seen.

As they walk up the Stilinski driveway, Lydia slows down until they come to a complete stop in front of his house. "Before anything else happens, supernatural or just natural, I want you to know I love you." She says quietly, eyeing the ground.

Stiles lifts her chin with a featherlight touch. "I love you too." She can't help it, she grins like a schoolgirl and kisses him. Stiles chuckles against her lips. "Come on." He squeezes her hand and leads her up the driveway.

He knocks on the door to tell his dad that their there before twisting the nob and opening it.

Lydia's surprised to see that the pictures of his sister are gone, now replaced by a few paintings and some family photos here and there. Stiles turns her away from the photos of him as a kid, his cheeks fat and his stomach round as he was chunky at that age.

Note to self, Lydia thinks, come back and see that photo.

"I'm in the kitchen!" The sheriff calls. Stiles moves his hand to her waist. He pulls her closer so their hips bump with each others and Lydia blushes. He notices. "Adorable." Stiles comments in a sing-song voice, referring to Lydia's pink tinted cheeks. She rolls her eyes playfully as they walk into the kitchen.

Inside dinner is placed on the kitchen counter. Pot roast, gravy, pasta and stew is all laid out next to a bottle of opened sparkling cider. John Stilinski chooses to smile in greeting since some sort of pie is in his hands at the moment. Lydia's surprisingly good at small talk and the first three minutes are not as awkward as Stiles thought they would be.

Then when Lydia is gazing at the pasta hungrily, his dad looks at Stiles and wiggles his eyebrows. Stiles turns red and bats his dad away. He hugs Lydia from behind and takes her to the living room, away from his dad's questioning looks and mentions of what occurred a few days ago willing to spill out.

And yes, this means that his dad took it upon himself to give Stiles a late sex talk. Banana and all.

A/N

Willing to spill out... Yeah my subconscious definitely wanted that there.

The TVD songs showing up are a result of a late night netflix binge that brought up so many good songs.

TVD and TW ending at the same time is honestly a travesty.