loving lydia | stydia

Twenty Five.

Lydia and Stiles trotted out of the bathroom and into the main hall. Jackson sat on one of the chairs; looking extremely pissed as a tissue paper was twisted up his nose to stop the blood. Stiles chuckled a bit. He would've patted himself on the back if it wasn't for Lydia standing there beside him.

"So, I've been thinking of baby names." Lydia said, sitting down carefully as Stiles sat down in a seat beside her. 

"Enlighten me." Stiles smiled, his preposterous ways and his beautiful, beautiful heart will always make Lydia's day.

"I don't know. Maybe, a name starting with 'M' perhaps." Lydia smirked, her eyes were wild as Stiles jaw dropped.

"Lydia, don't you do it." Stiles said, his posture more demeaning and upright.

"Maybe Mieczyław?" Lydia laughed while saying her boyfriends silly name, she was laughing so hard it sounded like someone punched her in the chest. "Shit, I'm gonna be calling you that all night now."

"I can't believe you." Stiles was bewildered, he hadn't really heard his real name for years. He wasn't surprised Lydia can pronounce it as she studies all kinds of languages. Every time he hears the name his body shudders with cringeyness; if that was even a word.

"Chill, Mieczyław. It's all fun and games." Lydia said again, causing Stiles to bang his head on the table.

"Hey, whys Stiles having a strop as if he were a toddler?" Allison laughed, poking his head as nothing but grunts left him.

"Mieczyław here is just a little tiered, aren't you baby." Lydia said, rubbing his back and sending Allison a wink.

Allison chocked on the water she was drinking, as she immediately sucked harshly for breath. She started laughing so hard people started to stare.

"Crap, I remember when I first found out that was his name. Lydia had to give me a 2 hour lesson on how to pronounce it. Ahh, good day. Remember we couldn't breathe because we kept laughing?" Allison nodded, pointing at Lydia. Lydia laughed with her lips shut, making an awful sound.

"Very funny. I get it." Stiles said; finally lifting his head up.

"Chill, Mieczyław. I'll find your best friend to make you feel better." Allison witted, as she walked away Stiles' head compacted the table once more. Even harder this time causing the cutlery to bash together which made Lydia wince.

"I'm sorry Stiles, it's just funny." Lydia said, lifting his head up with her thumb and her pointer finger by his chin. She planted a quick kiss to his lips and stood when Allison and Scott approached.

"Okay, I need to go to the bathroom." Lydia sighed, smoothing down her dress.

"Wait, we literally just left the bathroom?" Stiles questioned with a face of confusion.

"I know. This baby is really taking a toll on my bladder." Lydia replied, grabbing her purse.

Mr Harris approached the stage and tapped on the microphone repeatedly.

'No, they can't crown get!' Lydia thought. 'I'm going to piss myself.'

Stiles laughed. This was small, petty revenge for his silly name calling and he was surprisingly satisfied.

They both knew they won, I mean, Allison counts the votes for a start and the amount of times they had people to vote for them was beyond crazy.

'I'm ready for my oscar.' Stiles thought, because he knew he had to be fake - surprised by winning. He straightened out his blazer jacket.

"2016 King and Queen votes have been counted in. Time to declare the winner."

Students gathered round like he was about to throw free candy or condoms. 'Shh'es swooned over the crowd as the DJ died down the music.

"The 2016 King of Beacon Hills high is, Stiles Stilinski!" Mr Harris cheered. You could tell it was fake, Stiles was his very least favourite student and everybody knew that.

Whistles from the crowd erupted, few from girls which made Lydia scrape her heels on the floor with jealousy.

Lydia made sure her cheer was louder than any of those needy, single girls.

"The 2016 Queen of Beacon Hills High is, Lydia Martin!"

Lydia's back straightened as she walked onto the stage. The small, yet dazzling crown was placed perfectly on her straight hair.

"Everybody please bow down to your new leaders!"

"Shall we, my queen." Stiles stated, his hand out for Lydia to grab. Lydia curtseys like a cheesy rom-com and descended the small staircase with the love of her life.

You may be thinking something from the following list:
>saw it coming
>cheesy as shit
>typical main characters always becoming the centre of attention
>of course they won
>all of the above.

Come on, these were Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin. They were destined to be together, even if it meant Stiles drooling over a red head; who he cared for people to call it strawberry blonde, and that girl not noticing him.

Fate would of still put them together.
Fate would also make them King and Queen of prom.
Fate would also make them have crazy sex that night.
Fate would make them have a child together.
Fate will make them grant Allison and Scott as God parents. (Well, not so much fate as a demanding Allison)

They swayed to the cliche music, as the audience gathered round and watched in awe.

"I love you." Stiles said, rubbing his nose against hers. His crown tilted to the side a bit, which made him look every little bit more adorable.

"I know. I love you too." Lydia smiled back.

The dance stopped as the audience gave a round of applause.

Stiles jolted his head and licked his lips in excitement. He loved how all eyes were on Lydia and him. Admiration and sucking up suffocated them, as they walked away when the music started to pick up again.

"Well, were officially royalty of this shitty school!" Stiles laughed, snaking one of his arms around Lydia's waist. Long fingers resting on her growing stomach.

"Yeah." Lydia smiled. "We are."