Reunited

CHAPTER 12- LYDIA

Okay so my last chapter didn't get two votes (LOL) but that's okay bc YOLO. Here ya go

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Lydia! Stiles! GET THE HEL.L UP."

I rolled over. My head throbbed and I felt as if I hadn't slept in weeks. The knocking continued. Why the hell were people up so damn early?

"Coming!" I heard a voice nearby. More like right in my damn ear, why so loud? I opened my eyes and saw a bare chested Stiles sitting up beside me in bed.

"What are you doing? Get out of my room!" I attempted to yell at him but I'm pretty sure it came out as a whisper. He stood up; revealing his pant-less legs. Wait, maybe this wasn't my room...

Looking around, i realise it isn't my room and my mind snaps to the situation at hand.

"You can't answer the door like that! Put some clothes on?!" I sat up as quick as I could and rushed to the mirror on the wall to fix my hair. My head was a flustered mess and the whole room was spinning. This hangover was insane.

"I would but it seems like someone got to them first." I could hear the smirk in his voice as I looked at myself. A long shirt and pants covered my body. These were definitely not mine... Or Klaus's.

"Oh god, we didn't... did we?"

"I don't think so? I'm pretty sure we started to but decided to sleep instead."

"Please let that be the truth." I looked in the mirror at myself; fixing up my smudged eyeliner and rushed toward the door that Stiles still had not answered. The knocking had stopped but I could hear muffled voices on the outside. I waved my hands rapidly at him. "Go get some other clothes on! I'll answer the door."

"Excuse you, this is my house and I shall answer the door wearing what I like." He strutted past me with a cocky grin on his face. Whatever. Where were my clothes?!

"Welcome to Sti-"

SMACK

I turned around at the noise to see an angry Malia lying on top of a underwear-clad Stiles on the floor.

Stiles groaned and grabbed his head. Looks like we both had hangovers.

"Where the hell are your pants Stiles?!" Malia pushed herself off him and stood up. Stiles stayed on the ground; curling into a foetus position. Yeah, I'm glad he opened the door.

"Why did you run at me with your shoulder? Isn't that the more important question?" Scott laughed and helped Stiles stand up.

"I was aiming for the door actually..." Malia mumbled and began looking around the place. I had stayed frozen the whole time; searching the room for my clothes with my eyes.

"Well, I think we found Stiles's pants, Mal." Scott dusted off Stiles shoulders whilst looking at me.

"No, these are mine." I defended and confidently walked into the kitchen. I needed coffee if I was going to make it through today.

"Sure Lyds." Malia smirked; walking into the kitchen after me and taking a seat on a bar stool.

"What? These are my pyjamas?" Scott and Stiles followed us into the kitchen. With a groan and cough; Stiles plonked himself on a stool beside Malia. He had found a pair of pants identical to the ones I was currently wearing which certainly disproved the point i was attempting to make.

"Anyway, we're here for a reason. We need your help." Scott nodded at Malia's words; placing his hands on Stiles's shoulders.

"What on earth could you need our help with at," Stiles paused to look at the glowing numbers on the microwave, "7:30 in the morning?"