The Treehouse ( A Stydia fan fiction )

Chapter Eight

Lydia woke to Stiles sprawled across the beanbag on the floor. For a moment she just sat and looked at him. Looked at the way his brown hair flopped over his face, and how his skin was speckled with moles, and how no part if him was flawed. 

She tidied up some things from last night whilst stiles was sleeping, but when she went to get the mugs off of Stiles' desk, something caught her eye.

It was his notebook, and it was bookmarked onto a drawing. a drawing of... her? She smirked to herself. she sat down and flipped through more pages, and saw a couple more drawings of her.

She was mesmerised by the sketches, she was tracing over the lines with her fingers, unable to get the suppressed smile off of her face. 

She winced when her phone went off, turning to make sure it didn't wake Stiles, It was a message from her dad.

'Lydia, you didn't come home last night and you haven't told me where you are. I hope you're okay, reply ASAP. Dad xx' it read. 

Lydia typed a reply and nudged Stiles.

He grunted.

"Stiles?" Lydia whispered "Its half ten, I'm gonna make my way back home now"

Stiles rolled onto his back, "No, no. hold on a sec, I'll take you back."

Stiles got off of the beanbag, ruffled his hair and looked up at the treehouse. 

"You cleaned it?" He said, astonished. "Thanks"

Lydia smiled, "It's fine" 

Stiles nodded, threw on a jumper and grabbed his car keys.

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"So what are you going to tell your dad?" Stiles asked, looking at Lydia.

"Honestly" Lydia sighed "I have no clue."

"If you want I could help you tell him?" He suggested.

 "That would be great, but I'm okay." She replied.

Stiles plugged his phone into the aux cord and played their mixtape. The drive home was silent other than the faint sound of them both singing along. 

When Stiles pulled up outside Lydia's house she paused before leaving the jeep.

"Thank you" She said. "For yesterday, for last night. For everything."

"No problem, Martin" He smiled.

"See ya around, Stilinski" and with that, Lydia left.