Beautiful Sadness

Different Kind of Danger - EDITED

Stiles

A wave of relief rolls over the taller boys body, his tense shoulders relaxing, letting out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. There was something about the strawberry blonde, something fierce.

"I call dibs on the other. Wrong choice there Scotty boy." His patronising tone made Scott growl, his lips parting with a sharp intake of breath.
The three boys stalk their way across the campus, their eager eyes trained on their prey. Another easy catch, or so they thought. They followed the girls across to the small makeshift stall, losing Isaac along the way to a fellow blonde.
Stiles watched as every guy that walked by turned to stare at the girls, all appreciating the fact they were different, separate, on a pedestal.

The pack closed in effortlessly, standing practically directly behind the unsuspecting girls. Scott tugs his shirt away from his body, letting the only slightly colder air hit his skin in a bid to cool down, his best friend eyeing him with vague interest before slinging an arm around his fellow brunette.

"I'm sorry Scott." The older, undoubtedly sweatier, boy peers up at his best friend with narrowed eyes, letting his suspicions show in the oak brown iris'.

"For wha-" Stiles pushes the boy forward as the brunette turns around holding a fragile cup of fresh lemonade, the boy and plastic make inevitable contact and the liquid spreads out, covering the front of Scott's t-shirt.

"Motherfucker!" Scott rounds on his best friend and takes in his smirk and raised eyebrows. Stiles nods his head nonchalantly towards the surprised brunette and Scott grits his teeth before turning to apologise to the girl, holding his sticky t-shirt away from his toned stomach again.

She's really pretty, very pretty.

Stiles glances towards his best friend, not letting the smirk slip as he recognises the look of 'holy shit' on his best friends face. Scott wasn't one to become infatuated easily, but when he did it was everything.

"I am so sorry. So, so, sorry." He meets the girls eyes as she smiles up at him, before looking down at his t-shirt and pressing her shiny lips together, suppressing a laugh. Stiles liked the girl already.

"It's fine, you got the worse end of this particular stick. I'm Allison." The girl looks at Stiles briefly examining his stature before giving him an equally brief smile and turning back to Scott.

"I'm Scott. This big tree is Stiles. Unfortunately my best friend." Allison laughs and Scott's eyes light up making his friends eyes roll.

"Hey Alli- you've got a little something down yourself there buddy or are you just really fucking sweaty?" The strawberry blonde tumbles into the conversation, clutching her own lemonade and a napkin with what looks like a number scrawled on it. Man, this chick works fast. Stiles sniggers at the girls comment directed at Scott as a light blush dusts his best friends cheeks.

"We had a little run in with the lemonade. This is Scott and his friend 'the big tree' Stiles. Guys this is Lydia, my best friend since forever. Ignore most of what she says, she's just a tiny firecracker." The newly introduced Lydia narrows her bright eyes at her best friend, visibly resisting the urge to stamp her foot. Cute.

"I. Am. Not. Tiny." The girl growls, barely taking notice of the guys.

"No? Lyds, you're 5'3." Allison pushes, proving her earlier statement: she's a firecracker. Lydia narrows her green eyes at Allison, a trait Stiles recognises from his best friend, a warning to tread carefully. A warning Stiles never really took into consideration.
The strawberry blonde straightens out her features, her high cheek bones and jaw tightening as she clenches her teeth.

"Allison, honey, get your head out of your ass, It depends on the way you look at it. I'm small compared to your giant, could-block-out-the-sun, self but to an elf I'm fucking huge. Plus I'm the perfect height to knee assholes in the dick. It's a win-win." Stiles is the first to laugh, a full on belly laugh, shocked at the ferocity from the strawberry blonde, Scott raises an impressed eyebrow and Allison looks warmly at her best friend, it's obviously not out of the ordinary. Lydia runs her hand through her hair calmly and takes a sip of her lemonade before pulling the tasteless liquid away from her mouth, muttering a disdained 'why do people drink that shit' as she hands the remaining drink to an amused Allison who'd unwillingly lost hers to the thirsty fibres of Scott's t-shirt.

"So what are you girls doing tonight?" Stiles speaks for the first time since the introduction, still with a bemused smirk. Lydia, she was fun, he liked her.

"Paying an extortionate amount of money to have older guys with boners try to grind on us while we drink shitty vodk-" Allison clamps a firm hand on a surprised Lydia's mouth as Stiles grins at her, he knew what she was talking about. He'd felt the same.

"Freshmen Night. Down at The Nematon. We've got a bunch of invites so we thought we'd check it out. Y'know if you... you guys... you might..." A slight blush develops on the brunettes cheeks as on his best friends. It was like a damn chick flick. Stiles eyes travel over to the strawberry blonde who still has Allison's hand against her mouth. Her green eyes laughing, she reaches up and takes Allison's hand away from her face gently, before the fire is back in her emerald eyes.

"My freak show friend here would like to know if you guys want to come with? We have enough invites and honestly it wouldn't hurt to have other less freak showy friends. Isn't that right Alli?" The brunette nods, the blush turning a deeper shade of pink as she meets Scott's eyes. Scott still doesn't speak, and Stiles steps forward meeting the strawberry blondes smile.

"What dorm?"

Lydia

Stiles, s-t-i-l-e-s, Lydia liked it. They'd walked around the campus together, the guys showing them around, Scott and Allison trailing behind together and Stiles and Lydia walked in front, a comfortable, un-forced conversation floating between them. They'd eventually dropped them back at their dorm with goodbyes consisting of 'eleven or half past' and 'are you waiting outside?'.

"His eyes, oh my god, his eyeballs. They were so pretty. Have you ever seen prettier eyeballs Lyds?" Allison rambled as she brushed her hair into a ponytail, pulling at the hair tie. Lydia had her mind set on Stiles' eyes, golden, not brown, not green, not hazel, golden, it was like the fucking sun had been taken from the sky and put into that boys head.
No Lydia, he's one of those guys, better as a friend. She repeated the mantra in her head until she succumbed to the boys features, outlining every single one in her head. She was not going to have a crush.

What happened to playing the field?

Authors Note: I'm sorry if the chapters are too short/long or whatever but they're going to be more interesting in part 3 with lots of Stiles and Lydia bits! x