Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Supernatural Metal Detector

Lydia POV

Three weeks.
For three weeks straight, Stiles has dragged me out of bed every night like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector. He always has this notion that a supernatural phenomenon is occurring and I simply must get out of bed to check. 9/10 times, he's completely wrong. The one time he was right was when he thought he heard a wolf howling. That wolf, of course, was just Scott.

I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and sighed. It was 11:34. Stiles should be barging into my room at any minute with a new case to solve. I had a key made for him, but I'm slowly beginning to regret it deeply. I got tired of Stiles pounding on my door like a madman, so I got him a key to my house and surprised him with it. He was very pleased and started wearing it around his neck in case of "emergencies." I told him he looked like Zoey from Zoey 101, but he just laughed and continued to wear it.

It was now 12:04 and Stiles still wasn't here. I have to admit, I was the slightest bit worried. He always came around 11:30. I started staying up late just because I knew he'd be coming over. I impatiently drummed my fingers against my knee. He should be here by now.

I looked at my clock for the hundredth time. It was 12:47. Stiles was nowhere to be found. I got off my bed and went to my bedroom window. I stared out at the empty street. Any second now, a light blue jeep should be pulling up in my driveway. A minute went by. Then five. Then 10. He still wasn't here. I sighed angrily and put my jacket on. He better have a damn good reason for making me leave me house at 1 am.

I unlocked Stiles's front door and tiptoed to his room. His door was closed, but his light was on. That must means he's still researching something. I barged into his room, ready to yell at him.
"Stiles, where the hell have you be-" I didn't finish my sentence. Stiles was sprawled out on his bed with his laptop on his chest. His fingers were still on the keyboard. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were shut. He was out cold.
"Stiles?" I poked his forehead. He didn't move.
"Stiles, are you awake?" I asked again. No response.
"So this is why you didn't come. You fell asleep." I said mostly to myself. I took his laptop off his chest and checked what was in his search bar.
"Does having red hair affect your ability to show affection? Is that seriously what you were looking up?" I teased. Stiles stirred in his sleep. I laughed softly.
"Dummy." I whispered and pushed his hair off his forehead.

I scanned the sleeping boy in front of me. I had no reason to stay since Stiles was fast asleep, but I still felt like I couldn't leave. He looked so...disheveled.

"I can't possibly leave you like this. You're a bigger mess asleep than you are awake." I told him sarcastically. I plugged in his laptop and left it to charge. Stiles was always complaining to me that his laptop had no battery by the time he got to school. Even though I text him every night to remind him to plug it in, he never does.
"That's taken care of. What's next?" I muttered. I noticed Stiles still had his shoes on.
"You're like a freaking baby." I sighed as I pulled his sneakers off and put them near the door. He still wasn't done.

"I swear, you are the laziest person I know. And I talk to dead people, Stiles. But they're somehow better at taking care of themselves than you are." I grumbled. I unzipped his hoodie, carefully pulled it off of him and hung it up, leaving him in a soft white tee shirt. I pulled the covers over his body and tucked him in. Stiles took the bed sheet in his hand and clutched them. He turned on his side and snuggled into his pillow. I bit back a smile.

"Alright, I'm leaving you now. Get some rest." I whispered. Stiles remained asleep. I smiled at him.
"Goodnight, Stiles." I hesitated before bending down and kissing his forehead. I walked towards the door and just as I put my hand on the knob, I heard a voice behind me.

"Goodnight, Lydia."
I spun around. Stiles was smiling at me smugly.
"You were awake this whole time?" I demanded.
"Not the entire time. I woke up after you poked my forehead. But it's a good thing I did."
"And whys that?" I said, folding my arms.
"Because now I know." He answered.
"Know what?"
"That having red hair doesn't affect your ability to show affection. You made that very clear tonight." Stiles teased. I stared at him in disbelief before thinking of a comeback.
"It's actually strawberry blonde. You of all people should know that." I sassed. Stiles grinned.
"Ah, the sarcasm is noted. And while I do love a sassy Lydia, it's late. You should get some sleep." He said gently. I smiled fondly.
"You too. Goodnight Stiles."
"Night Lyds."