Accidentally in Love

Chapter Ten.

Lydia Martin is not one to give up. Especially when it comes to something she really wants. So when it comes to Stiles Stilinski and his stupid, too shy self not asking her on a date she knows it isn't the end of the world.

It's not like the strawberry blonde needs a boy in her life to make her happy, it's quite on the contrary. She wouldn't be bothered at all but she can't help but think about him when she's constantly having dreams about the lanky nerd.

They aren't bad dreams, they're actually pretty amazing. The kind of dreams that you don't want to wake up from. So when your damn alarm clock starts screaming at you, you can't help but slam the snooze button down and want five more minutes.

When she wakes up before her alarm clock goes off her toes curl into her bed and she stretches, loving life. Sadly, that barely happens. Especially when the only day Lydia Martin decides to ever sleep in is on a Sunday because she can't waste the day away. Sometimes she makes herself so angry.

Anyways, tonight she is having a great dream that is overly vivid. Her and the brown haired dork are cuddling on the couch in his living room playfully arguing about something unknown to her.

"Why do we always hang out at your house?" Lydia looks up into Stiles eyes.

"Because when we first started hanging out you said your house always feels barren and you liked the way mine felt like a real home." The boys lips quirk up and he tucks a strand of her long hair behind her left ear.

"Oh yeah," she smiles as well at the memory. "I sure do love your house."

"And I love you." Stiles confesses, leaning in slowly to kiss her when,
"BEEP BEEP BEEP"

Fuck it happened again. She overslept and is going to be late for school. Lydia throws off her covers, and runs into the bathroom to get ready.

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"I don't know, man. I keep having dreams about her and they're starting to drive me insane. Every time I see her I want to hold her and tell her how much she means to me." Stiles rants passionately to his best friend while driving them to school. He flails his arms, having a need to talk with his hands in this situation.

"Then why don't you? What's holding you back?" Scott quite frankly thinks it's way too early in the morning for Stiles to have this much energy and would do literally anything to get him to calm down.

"That's the thing, I don't know! Everytime I see her she takes my breath away and I overthink everything. Like what if she doesn't like me ba-"

"Dude, you know she has the same feelings for you. She's even told you!" Scott interrupts.

This brings back the slight memory of the night Stiles and Lydia got extremely shitfaced and Lydia confessed her feelings for him.

"When I see you, it's like everything else in the world doesn't matter. If we are together we both have this kind of, i don't know how to put it." Lydia pauses but only for a brief second before Stiles finishes the sentence.

"Connection. I feel it too. But we are pretty fucking intoxicated right now and until we can confess this when we are sober. Let's just pause it." Stiles takes lydias hands firmly before she ruins his dads new rug in the living room with throw up.

"Yikes. That night was a disaster Scotty. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with dad later on that day."

Stiles pauses and clears his throat impersonating his father, "so you're telling me you threw out my new rug because you confessed your feelings and Lydia threw up??"

"Talk about disaster, am I right buddy?" Stiles glances over to his best friend who is glaring at him.

"You're avoiding the subject. You and I both know what you'll have to do. You're just going to have to suck it up and talk to her about it." Scott rolls his eyes at his best friends exasperated expression.

"Scotty, you know I love it when you get all serious." He laughs at his own remark and pulls into his usual school parking lot.

Today is going to be a long day.