Outcasts [Book 1]

Epilogue

"Stiles, where are we going?" Lydia asks, letting him pull her through Beacon Hills by the hand. Stiles twirls her every few seconds, reminding her of when they walked to school together. She thought of him only talking to her through Derek-Hale-like grunts.

She giggles as he almost trips, he's not even tough anymore. He's like a little, awkward kitten that wants to cuddle with her every second of the day. She doesn't mind at all. Stiles skips down the sidewalk. Lydia follows. It's 3 am, but he just had to take her somewhere.

It was sudden how it happened. They were in the middle of watching The Titanic, cuddling as usual, and Lydia's parents were just going to bed - they got over the whole 'killer' thing, after Lydia crudely told them about screaming someones head off.

They sat on the floor, on the verge of making out, when Stiles stood and exclaimed that they had to do something. Then he pulled keys out of his pocket and continued to drag her a mile away from her house in the middle of the night.

"Do you realize we haven't gone on a first date and we've been dating for months?" Stiles questions. She nods, still confused. Stiles turns a corner, heading towards one of the docks.

"You know you have a learners permit now, and I'm technically a certified adult. We could have drove." He waves off the idea with the hand that isn't holding hers. "That's no fun." Stiles responds, shaking his head. She makes a whining noise.

Stiles rolls his eyes and bends down, gesturing to his back. Lydia hops on his back and he smiles. "Onward!" Lydia yells. He laughs and keeps walking. They reach the dock in minutes, and Lydia can now see a yacht that was hidden by the night before.

He puts her down carefully. Stiles wastes no time in untying the rope to the dock. He makes a hand gesture to the yacht. "You first." He tells her. Lydia nods and gets on the boat while he follows.

Stiles takes the key out of his pocket and goes down some stairs in the middle of the boat. Naturally, Lydia follows him. He opens up a small door that he has to duck to get into.

Inside the room, theres attached seats, and tables. A microwave sits on one of the tables, and a mini fridge is next to it. Stiles' lacrosse sweatshirt lies on top of the fridge. It's his old one that is really more red than maroon and has loose strings, but it smells like him, so Lydia doesn't care.

She takes the sweatshirt and pulls it on, sitting down as she does so. Lydia gives a sigh of content and Stiles chuckles. "God, you're adorable." Stiles murmurs, opening up the mini fridge. Lydia doesn't respond but her cheeks turn pink.

He finds two microwaveable pizzas, and after checking the expiration date, puts them in. He sits next to Lydia quietly. She cuddles into his side without a second thought. She's glad he's okay, and for the first time in a long time, she's glad to be alive.

Stiles reaches out and plays with one of the strings on her (his) lacrosse sweatshirt. Lydia opens up one eye and smiles at what he's doing. "What?" Stiles questions, noticing her staring. She shrugs. "It's nothing. Just this dumb legend about 'the red string of fate'." She makes air quotes.

He raises an eyebrow, wanting her to go on. "Basically," Lydia explains, "The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers. Regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The string may stretch or tangle, but never break. I don't know, seems pretty cheesy."

He kisses her forehead. "Yeah. Cheesy, but true." Stiles wiggles his eyebrows playfully at her and she laughs. Lydia reaches up and tangles her hand in his hair, pulling him down to her.

A/N

That's the end folks!

*watches teen wolf*

me: *cries and yells*

mom: *comes into room* oh my god, whats wrong??

me: Stydia is just s-so perfect, and t-they need to be together. Stiles' lips need to be on her lips, and Lydia's tongue needs to be in his mouth- I can't even

mom: *stares at me* we should sign you up for therapy *leaves*