Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Malydia

Malia POV yay! And authors note at the end

"Malia!"
I turned around to see a giddy Lydia approaching my  locker.
"Yea?" I replied, shoving a notebook inside.
"I just talked to your science teacher and guess what?" Lydia asked. I groaned
"You know I'm bad at guessing. Just tell me." I insisted. Lydia smiled and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.
"You're bad at guessing because every time someone says "guess what", you scream DEER." Lydia laughed.
"I know. I should really work on that. But what did you what to tell me?" I asked.
"You got a B+ on your ecosystem test!" Lydia gushed. My eyes widened.
"A B+? Are you sure?"
Lydia nodded happily.
"Yep. He even showed me your test. He said you did excellent." She informed me. I smiled.
"I can't believe it. I'm shocked." I said.
"I'm not. I knew you'd get a good grade."
"Well that's because we used your notes. Even though you helped me study, I didn't think I'd do good." I said in disbelief.
"Well." Lydia said.
"Huh?"
"Do well. You didn't think you'd do well." She repeated. I tilted my head in confusion.
"Never mind. And anyway, it wasn't my notes that got you a good grade. It was the hard work you put in." Lydia told me. I smiled warmly at her.
"Thank you, Lydia. I really appreciate you helping me out." I said graciously.
"It's no problem. That's what friends are for right?"
I smiled again. No one had ever called me their friend before. It felt different. It felt...good.

"Yea. And since we're friends, can I tell you something? It's been bothering me all day." I asked her. Lydia nodded and pulled me into a corner.
"What's wrong?" She asked. I looked down.
"I overheard some of the girls talking about me. I mean, I didn't really overhear. They were several classrooms away, but I picked up on their conversation."
"What we're they saying?" Lydia happy mood was gone. Her face was full of concern. I dug my toe into the floor and fiddled with my hands.
"They were making fun of my clothes." I said quietly.
"They were what?" Lydia asked. She didn't ask as if she needed me to repeat myself. She asked as if she couldn't believe what I had said.
"I don't know. They said I looked ratty and like I didn't know how to dress myself. But it's fine. It's not a big deal." I said. Lydia looked hurt. He top lip trembled slightly.
"It is a big deal. You don't dress like the other girls, so what? That's what makes you unique and that's what makes you special. I don't care what the other girls say. I like how you dress. It's unique. And if they have a problem, they can come talk to me." Lydia stated.
"You may not care, but I do. I just want to fit in Lydia. I spent half my life as a different species and sometimes, I still feel like I am. I don't want to be an outcast anymore. I wanna be more like you." I told her.
"Like me?"
"You know. Pretty. Smart. Always dressed nice. Stuff like that." I answered.
Lydia sighed.
"I respect how you feel, but I disagree. You shouldn't feel like you have to change for anyone. I like you the way you are. But I'm willing to help you, if that's what you want. Just tell me what you need, alright? I'll see you after class." Lydia said. She squeezed my arm and walked to her English class. I watched her as she went. Even the way she walked was pretty.

I was walking down the hall when I felt an arm link itself into mine. I looked and saw Lydia. She smiled.
"Alright, I've been thinking about this all day and I might've found a way you can help me out. Do you think you could give me a makeover?" I asked her.
"Oh absolutely. Makeovers are like crack to me."
I laughed.
"Perfect. You can come over after school?"
"Yeah. I'll swing by my place and grab my things after school. I can do your hair so it's all set for tomorrow and pick out an outfit, but I'm not sure how I'll be able to do your makeup so that it stays nice for school the next day." Lydia pondered, tapping her chin.
"Well, we could go to your house instead. I could sleep over and then you can do my makeup in the morning. We have a math test tomorrow anyway so I'll need you to help me study. It will give us more time if I'm at your house all night." I suggested.
"That sounds perfect. You're a genius Malia." She said. I smiled widely at her.
"You're the first person to ever call me a genius."
"I find that hard to believe." Lydia said. She gave me a playful grin. We got our books and headed to her house. I couldn't wait for my makeover.

A few hours later, I was sat on Lydias bed, watching her scan her wardrobe. She was concentrating very hard on choosing an outfit from her closet.
"Are you more into dresses or pants?" She asked.
"Pants. I can't wear dresses. No one ever taught me how to shave my legs." I answered.
"WHAT?!" Lydia asked.
"I'm kidding. I just don't like dresses."
"You scared me for a minute." Lydia laughed. She soon brought me a couple of outfits to try. I picked a dark green shirt with black skinny jeans.
"Can you walk in heels?" Lydia wondered.
"Uh..." I grimaced.
"I'll take that as a no. It's okay. I have a bunch of ballet flats that I never wear. You can keep them."
"Why don't you wear them?" I asked.
"I'm 5'3. If I'm not wearing heels, I'm like a lowercase letter. I can't even see the top shelf." Lydia said. I smiled as I watched her dig through her closet, tossing unused ballet flats at me.

We went to sleep around 12 after studying for a few hours. I felt prepared and ready for this test. This wasn't a usual feeling for me. I borrowed a pair of Lydia's pajamas and slept on an old comforter on the floor. She offered me the bed, but I preferred the ground. It brings me back to my roots.

It was soon morning. I sat at Lydia's vanity in the outfit I had picked out the night before. She began to play and toy with my hair.
"I really liked when you had your hair in a braid. I'm gonna try that, but I'll curl it first to give it more volume." Lydia told me as she heated up her curling iron. I nodded and smiled and pretended I knew what those words meant. Lydia spent a a few minutes curling my short hair to perfection. We chatting while she worked.
"You can always come to me for advice Malia. I can help you with anything." Lydia said.
"Maybe you can help me find clothes that don't come off when I transform into and out of a coyote. I don't want to run around the woods naked anymore."
"Been there." Lydia mutters.
We were quiet for a moment.
"Hey Lydia?"
"Yea?"
"I'm sorry I dated Stiles. I know you guys have history together, and I'd never want to come between that. ." I confessed. Lydia smiled small.
"It's okay. I dated your dad." She said back.
"What?"
"Nothing." She stammered.
Lydia finished up curling my hair and got to work on the braid. I was very happy with end product.

"Now for the makeup. I'm gonna try a cut crease with brown and champagne shadows. We'll wing your eyeliner and I have some false lashes for you. I'll contour like I usually do but I'll apply extra highlight so you can really glow. And a mauve lipstick. Sound good?" Lydia asked me after studying my face. I nodded. I had absolutely no clue what she just said, but I liked the sound of it. Lydia smiled and began to apply liquid to my face that was the color of my skin. I closed my eyes and let her work her magic.

When I open my eyes half an hour later, I was completely transformed. Lydia made me look incredible.
"Holy crap Lydia." Was all I could say.
"You like it?" Lydia beamed.
"Yeah. I actually look really pretty."
"You always look really pretty. All makeup does is accentuate what's already there." Lydia informed me.
"We'll thank you. I really mean that."
"You're welcome Malia. Anytime."
"Hey Lydia?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
Lydia rested her hands on the back of my chair and looked into the vanity mirror. I looked at her though the mirror.
"I had a best friend once, before you came around. She was a kind, loving, and supportive friend, and she never expected anything in return. I wasn't very nice to her at first. I treated her like she was beneath me. Even as we grew up and I changed, I was never as good to her as she was to me. She died before I got the chance to show her how much she meant to me. I will always regret how I treated her. I don't want to make that same mistake with you." Lydia paused and bit her lip. "I want things to play out differently between us. I want to treat you better."
"Why?" I asked quietly.
"Because I love you, Malia. And I never say that. Not until it's too late at least. Every girl I have become close with has left me in someway. They go before I get the chance to tell them how I feel. I only got to tell my best friend that I loved her once. I should've told her everyday, but I didn't. I was scared she wouldn't say it back." Lydia said softly.
I suddenly realized that I hadn't said it back. I tried to apologize but Lydia stopped me.
"It's okay Malia. I didn't tell you I loved you to hear it back. I told you to make sure you knew." Lydia told me.
"But I do love you Lydia. You're my best friend."
Lydia smiled warmly at me.
"And you're mine."

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AUTHORS NOTE
Malydia is my brotp. They're just so sweet together and I love their friendship. ALSO would anyone be interested in a Q&A? Like you could comment questions and I'll make a video responding. I want to do something special because I'm about to hit 100 chapters in this book and I'm also close to 100K readers. Tell me if you think I should and thanks for reading ❤