Stydia One Shots

Miralcle [ part one ]

His Christmas miracle wasn't a miracle at all, really.

It wasn't a groundbreaking discovery, and it didn't happen on 34th street.

It was a short girl who lived in the apartment down the hall, who he found banging angrily on her apartment door on Christmas Eve in New York City.

He'd seen her before, they've exchanged nothing more than a brief smile or talk about the weather when at the mail box. He noticed that she gets considerably more mail than him, and her shoes are always mismatched when she ducks into the hallway quickly to pick up her packages.

It was such a contrast, from the small talk to where she is now. He always thought she was a quiet, stay in and read books kind of person. Instead, she seemed like a little bobcat, small but threatening.

"Oh, come on!" She shouted as he walked down the hall. Her little fists banged against the apartment door angrily, but it wasn't as if she was trying to get in. More like she was frustrated.

He did a double take as he crossed by her door, seeing a piece of paper with big red letters on it. She snatched it quickly, scanning over the words, still oblivious to his presence. Her hands let it drop to the floor, and he read it slyly, the professional red lettering spelling out 'EVICTION NOTICE'.

Her head hit the door with a thud, and she sank to the ground, sitting with her back pressed against the apartment door. She reached into the garbage shoot next to her, digging around a little before pulling out a half empty bottle of wine. Reading the label, she shrugged and took a hearty sip, causing his eyebrow to arch.

"Merry fucking Christmas to me," She complained, toasting to her own self pity and taking another gulp from the bottle.

It was only then that she noticed him watching her with furrowed eyebrows. She placed the bottle beside her, bringing her legs to her chest and looking up at him.

"And you too," She smiled a little, but it was faked and forced. "I'm sure you have a great family to spend it with. I shouldn't be ruining your Christmas eve, Mr. Stranger who I chat with at the mail box." She stood shakily, grabbing the wine bottle in one hand and the eviction notice in the other. He opened his mouth for a moment, about to say something, but then closed it again like a fish.

"Well, it was a pleasure being neighbors with you. I'm Lydia, by the way, not that it matters. Hopefully our dick of a landlord will let me come by tomorrow to get my stuff." She awkwardly smiled a bit, dimples on either side of her cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel the blush rise to his cheeks. The bobcat reverted back to a kitten in a very short time.

She turned to leave, strawberry blonde hair swishing behind her, but he finally found his voice.

"My names Stiles, and I have an awful lot of cookie dough ice cream, which is a horrible thing to tell a cute girl..." She giggled a little, a warm blush cleverly concealed by her makeup, "...but I find a classic Christmas movie and ice cream makes me feel better almost instantaneously." He shifted between his feet, staring at the horribly stained carpet beneath their feet. Her mouth dropped slightly for a second, but she closed it, smiling brightly and placing the old wine bottle back into the garbage shoot and the eviction notice into her purse.

"Well, I'll have to take you up on that challenge."

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She groaned as the Christmas tree came into the view on his TV screen. The ice cream carton was already half empty, but she purged on, taking her frustration out on the horrible movie and the icy desert.