She woke up momentarily with panic in her chest at the empty sheets beside her. But she soon calmed, the smell of strong coffee and the remembrance that his father wasn't home quickly made her realize the boy was downstairs. Waiting for her. She took her time and smiled, taking a deep breath to inhale his scent as though memorizing it. Lydia quickly replaced the sheets for the t-shirt he'd left on the floor. It barely covered her ass but it was his and that was enough to keep it on.
She smiled, that smile he'd fallen in love with from day one and she blushed at the way he looked at her. He was shirtless, the band of his boxers peaking over the top of the lacrosse shorts he'd been wearing the night before. She sighed, hugged him while he finished up the coffee, nuzzled her nose into the the freckles between his shoulder blades.
"Do we, um– I-I mean are morning kisses a th–" before he could finish, she bravely cut him off with a small kiss upon his lips. And it pained him. He didn't want to tell her he'd be leaving her, didn't want to admit that long distance relationships don't typically work.
"What's wrong?" Lydia sensed it, the way Stiles almost flinched at her touch. It scared her.
"I'm sorry..." He began and it made her heart drop. If there was any a wrong way to start a sentence that was it
"I should've told you, I always tell you everything why would this be any different." He momentarily rambled, trying to crack a smile but Lydia was still terrified. "...I got in to NYU..." His voice was small.
Relief was such an understatement, in fact; she laughed. This confused him more than anything because as she laughed, a few tears escaped her and she pulled him closer, shock still scrawled over him. He didn't understand. But she kissed a line up his chest, the underside of his jaw until finally, kissing him, deeply.
She bit her lip and whispered: "me too."
"What?"
Lydia nodded frantically, held his face, kissed him again, again. Again. "I submitted a sketchbook in Two months ago." She smiled causing their teeth to clash as Stiles picked her up, the girl wrapped her legs around his waist while his lips met her neck. Sketchbook? The girl drew? How has he not noticed. "They really liked my brutality on nature." He set her on the counter and she gasped quietly at the cold contrasting with the bare skin on her thighs. Stiles smiled against her neck, placing one last kiss there as well before bumping her nose with his, resting his forehead on hers, hands gripping her waist.
"You got in to NYU." He repeated, still astounded.
"You applied without telling me?" She asked. Stiles shrugged.
"I didn't think I was gonna get in."
Lydia shoved his shoulder playfully. "Shut up, the whole world knew you were getting in." And she kissed him again, it felt fresh and new and they were young and so freaking happy. The front door clicked open and immediately Lydia dropped down from the counter and hid behind Stiles as his father walked in. The sheriff sighed, hung up his coat and barely paid any attention to the teens.
"Hey Dad..." Stiles cleared his throat and the man glanced at him with a tired smile (night shifts were always the worst). But then he did a double take; Lydia partially hidden behind his son, awkward greetings, coffee...were those bruises or hickeys on Stiles' shoulders. The man took a detour, momentarily forgetting his room and choosing to view his children instead.
"Stiles Stilinski, I swear if you two–"
"Dad, really!?" Stiles fake gagged as if that would help to convince. "Honestly, we've been best friends since diapers and you...?" He scoffed and wrapped an arm around Lydia's shoulders. "Look at us." They smiled widely and with fake grins.
The sheriff kept an eye on them, forgetting his bed and sleep altogether and instead choosing to step closer to the teens. He looked his son up and down. "Do a bit of painting?" The man nodded towards a stroke of blue down the length of his arm. All three stare at it for a moment, as if it was some piece of cold hard evidence. Stiles clears his throat.
"That we did...yes indeedly-doo...." Geez was he a wreck. Lydia cringed at the response.
"We?"
"Yup. Lyds will also be attended NYU." Stiles was quick to answer this time. The sheriff nods, still examining him for any type of evidence.
"What's that?"
"What." Stiles sighs, praying the interrogation would stop. The man points to his shoulder and suddenly all three of them are looking at the hickey there. "I...burned myself."
"Doing what?"
"...making coffee?"
Lydia squeezes her eyes shut and allows her head to fall against his shoulder blade. Shit, he was murdering them. And the sheriff definitely was not falling for it either.
"Nice try. Lydia, go upstairs and put on some pants." He commanded. She didn't argue, immediately leaving to do as told but Stiles tugged her back by the wrist.
"Dad–" he interjected but the man interrupted.
"I'm not going to have it. She can stay here but from now on if like for you both to be fully dressed."
That statement made Stiles actually gag and bury his rosy cheeks into Lydia's hair. He was just grateful his father hadn't flipped out.
"We need to check for apartments, asap." Stiles whispered making her laugh.
"And what if we don't agree on one?" She asks.
He scoffs. "We're best friends, we'll agree on one even if I have to threaten you."
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Authors note:
I NEVER KNOW HOW TO END THINGS SO DONT KILL ME BUT THIS IS THE END!!! YAY! So if you don't already, add my one shots to your library cause I'll be blowing those up until my new book!
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-Chloe
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