After an excruciatingly long double lesson of PE with Coach Finstock, and a double lesson of physics, school was finally over. Stiles could not get out of that classroom faster.
After school he did the same as always, he took a cut through in the woods to his treehouse that his father had built for him before he died. His dad had always taken him camping in that part of the woods, but when he realised how much Stiles enjoyed it there he decided there should be something more permanent than a tent for him to stay in.
The treehouse wasn't that big- just big enough for a small sofa, a desk, a beanbag and some storage, but Stiles liked how it was small, it made it cosier. His favourite part about staying up there was how peaceful it was, he would never be disturbed by anyone and the only noise would be the faint sound of his radio playing.
He always wondered if anyone had paid attention to his little spot in the forest, or even been in it ( though if he ever caught anyone anywhere near it he would be sure to get rid of them. ) It didn't look too appealing from the outside- hell even from the inside it didn't look too great. It hadn't been decorated since it was built, and even then it hadn't really been done up. All there was to it were some plain wooden planks and a wooden door.
He threw his bag onto the floor , opened up his metal trunk and searched around it, looking for a pen and his back leather notebook. Once he had retrieved his things he slammed the trunk shut and slumped down onto the beanbag in the corner of the room. The next couple hours of his day were spent writing some poems, which when Stiles read back on he realised they were all about Lydia. He put his notebook down and let out a huge sigh. How could anyone be as stunning as her? Her green eyes flooded his memory, and the thought of him running his hands through her long, strawberry blonde hair clogged his thoughts. After spending the next five minutes day dreaming about Lydia, he grabbed his bag and started making his way back home.
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The Treehouse ( A Stydia fan fiction )
FanfictionStiles Stilinski, a young painter, falls in love with new girl Lydia Martin the moment she walked into his history class. He fell in love with her eyes first, they glistened like he'd never seen before. He started painting her, writing about her, he...
