No Luck

Spiderman

Flashing those eyes like highway signs

Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder

I just wanna feel your lips against my skin

White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life

You told me this is right where it begins

But your lips hang heavy underneath me

And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me

I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go

Is there somewhere you can meet me

- Is There Somewhere, Halsey

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"Yo," The guy greets her loudly, making her wince, "I'm Rick. And you are?" Rick tilts his head, a smug, drunk grin on his lips. He reeked with alcohol, though Lydia didn't have to smell him to know he was drunk.

She focuses her attention on not spilling her drink as she pours it, as wasted college guys aren't her concern anymore. She owns pepper spray, and knives - again, thank you Allison.

"Taken." Lydia responds. She smiles politely at the boy, but of course he doesn't go away. He takes a step closer, actually, and Lydia's thinking of ways in her mind to justify stabbing a guy in the eye at a frat party.

"I don't see a boyfriend." Rick slurs. Before she can blink, a familiar arm is wrapped around her waist. Stiles pulls her closer to him, his eyes narrowed at Rick. "Her boyfriend, is right here. So you can go, thank you very much." He pushes Rick away a little too harshly. When he's out of sight, Stiles lets Lydia go.

Stiles turns to her and grins. He was drunk too, of course. He spent the better part of the party out on the porch, taking jello shots. But still, he's Stiles and Stiles can never, and would never do anything to hurt her.

Gentle. He's always gentle with her, only using feather light touches and fighting with her with sarcastic remarks and sexual innuendoes.

Still, the silent look of permission to rest his hands on her hips surprised her. Lydia half-shrugs and takes a sip from her cup. Drinking away her problems is one of the many things she's good at.

"You should take that as my apology." Stiles says, nodding towards where Rick used to stand. Lydia puts her drink down and wraps her arms around his neck.

She smirks to herself when his breathing stops momentarily at the action. "I'm like your Batman." He smiles rather proudly, putting thoughts of how close they are to the back of his mind.

Every time their around each other, Stiles wants it to last longer, and Lydia wants it to end as soon as possible. Liking someone this much is dangerous. Lydia naturally tries to protect herself from things such as, physical pain, love, and Stiles and his golden eyes.

"I think you're more of a Spiderman, but whatever." Lydia shrugs, avoiding his eyes. Stiles tilts his head. "Yeah. I like Spiderman better." He agrees. Her lips twitch up slightly into a smile at how excited he sounds.

She can vaguely remember Stiles refusing to take off his Spiderman costume when he was a kid. "Theres that smile I love." Stiles whispers. Lydia pauses at the word 'love', but dismisses it. She's going to assume that it's the alcohol talking.