Carousel ↠ Stydia Au

1.3 ↠ oh, come, take my hand

"Lydia, I need to need to know what's going on with you and Stiles," Allison questions while we're working the carousel. I let out a small giggle, because Stiles makes me happy.

"I really couldn't tell you. I still don't know that much about him, I don't have his number," I explain to her. "He walked me home last night after Danny's. He was so cute and drunk."

"Do you like him?"

"I think so, but I still need to get to know him."

"Well, he's right there." Allison points to someone in the line for the carousel and I see him. Stiles.

But something isn't right.

"Hey," I say to him as I take his ticket for the ride. He looks up to me and his face is still bruises, from the fight with Jordan I assume.

"H-hey," Stiles says, and walks right to the carousel. He didn't stop to talk to me.

"What was that?" Allison asks me. I let out a sigh and shrug my shoulders.

"He's weird. I never know where I stand with him," I say and sit in the chair and start the ride. It just makes me sad.

"He's shy, Lydia. He isn't like Jordan. He isn't going to try to stick his tongue down your throat every second of every day," she explains, and she's right. He is a good guy, the polar opposite of Jordan.

The ride ends and I see Stiles start to walk away. "Can you cover for me? Just a second I need to talk to him," I ask Allison and she nods. I run over to him.

"Stiles!" I shout and he turns to me. "What's up?"

"A-aren't you working?"

"I asked Allison to cover for me so I could talk to you," I say and smile at him. He doesn't smile back and I know somethings wrong.

"Oh."

"What's up? Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" I ask him.

"L-l-lydia, you're amazing," he says and I start blushing. "You don't want me."

"Stiles I do."

"W-why?"

"You're amazing. I want us to be friends, like real genuine friends." I say to him, trying to express my thoughts without being too much. I'm trying to not show how into him I am.

"I-I-I'm not like you. I don't smoke or drink often," he says, looking at his feet instead of my eyes.

"You don't need to, Stiles. I smoke and drink a lot but that doesn't mean you have to."

"Do you hear yourself? W-we're different. I gotta go." And then he left. He walked away. And I let him.

"Ugh!" I groan as I go back to the ride with Allison.

"What happened?" She asks, and I explained our whole conversation.

"Allison, I think I'm into him."

"I know you are."

-

"Grandma, I have a problem," I say to her as we start making our nightly sundae. We do three scoops of ice cream; vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry; and we use two bananas. We also put lots and lots of whipped cream on it, and top it off with two cherries.

"What's the issue, my dear?" She asks me as we grab two spoons.

"It's Stiles. I'm so interested in him," I explain to her as we share our sundae. "I want to be his friend, but I want to be more than friends. But I don't think he even wants to be friends."

"Have you expressed your feelings with him?"

"Kind of. I told him I wanted to be his friend and he sounded skeptical. Then, later he said we were too different to be friends. He's just confusing I don't understand." I make a pouty face because I want him and I like him a lot. I want to get to know him, I want to know everything about him. He's so reserved and closed off.

"Start as friends. Don't try to pressure him into a relationship because I don't think he's ever had one," my grandma says and I nod in agreement. He definitely has never had a real relationship before.

"I'm trying to start as friends, but he doesn't even want that. His reasons don't even make sense."

All of a sudden, I hear a knock at the door. My grandma gives me a curious look, as I walk over to the door.

I open the door and I'm appalled at what I see.