Carousel ↠ Stydia Au

1.5 ↠ so high, too high at this carnival.

"Fuck, Allison. When I woke up, he was gone. Like vanished," I explain exasperated, throwing my arms up in defeat. I decided to tell Allison the events that took place with Stiles last night, except for the stuff he told me that involved his parents. That's not my place to tell anyone. "Why doesn't he want to be friends?"

"Lydia, you are overreacting. Stop. Breathe." I do as she says. I drop rambling and I take a few deep breaths as we sit on my bed. "Smoke break?"

I nod and grab some weed, rolling it into a blunt. Me and Allison move from my bed to my roof. Once we finish smoking it, I have a more clear mindset. I really am over thinking every little thing. I need to relax. I needed this smoke break.

"How's things with Scott?" I ask her, trying to not think about Stiles.

"Good! We are really so good. He makes me so happy and whenever I'm with him..." she says but I start to tune her out, and start thinking about Stiles. Where did he go when he left? Did he go back home? Why would he go back home? He should live with me.

"Lydia! Are you even listening to me?" Allison questions angrily. I try to explain yes, and that I was listening to every thing she said but she didn't buy it. "Stiles? Again?"

"I'm sorry, Allison! I can't get him out of my mind," I say quietly, looking at the pink purple sky with the white clouds floating.

"You guys need to sit down and have an hour long talk to figure out where you stand with each other," Allison says, and starts texting someone, probably Scott. "I'll set up this little sit down conversation. How about tonight?"

"Allison, how are you going to set up a conversation between me and Stiles? I don't even know how to get ahold of him."

"Scott. He has his number," Allison says nonchalantly. She knows all I do is think about him and I need to know where we stand, and she knew that Scott had his number? He could've given me his number a long time ago, this is unfair.

"Wow. You didn't even ask me if I wanted his number. By the way, I do. I want Stiles' number."

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scott mcSMALLdick: moms out of town

scott mcSMALLdick: u know what that means ;))

alli my main bitch <3: oh hell yes

me: STOP

me: ily Scott omg I need this

eye-zack lahottie: ur fuking kidding

eye-zack lahottie: I'll start inviting ppl

Unknown Number: who r u guys

alli my main bitch: allison who are you

Unknown number: stiles.

me: it's lydia

eye-zack lahottie: isaac

scott mcSMALLdick: thought we needed a new group chat :))

me: party is when?

scott mcSMALLdick: tonihht

Oh hell yes. A party. Another party, with Stiles. I finally got his number too, so we can talk. I open a private text w Stiles.

me: hey stiles it's lydia

stiles stiLITski: hey lydia

stiles stiLITski: sorry for leaving the other night

me: can u come over

me: i want to talk

stiles stiLITski: yeah

I take off my work shirt and throw on a yellow crop top, my party outfit for tonight. Scott is known for throwing his legendary parties when his mom goes away. He never has to worry about getting caught because his mom doesn't care, as long as nothing gets broken or stolen. I throw my strawberry blonde hair into a messy bun and put my contacts in.

Not many people know, but I wear glasses. I always have contacts in because I hate my glasses, I think they make my face look weird. Only Allison has seen me in my glasses, and she laughed the first time I wore them around her.

I hear a knock on the door, and I run to let Stiles in. I open the door and I see him, his face less bruised then the last time I saw him.

"Hey Stiles, come in," I say, opening the door wider so he can walk into my house. He nods, and awkwardly enters my empty house.

"You look n-nice," he compliments, giving me a shy smile. I mutter a thanks before we take a seat on my couch. "I'm sorry about leaving."

"It's okay, even though I thought we agreed that you were going to not be alone that night," I explain, and he just nods. "Where did you go?"

"B-back to my dads," he says, not making eye contact with me. I just let out a sigh. "I have an idea. E-explain your family to me a-a-and I'll explain mine to you."

"Okay." I take a deep breathe in.

"Are you using again? You're a piece of shit father!" My mother screams, throwing a glass bottle at my dad. He pushes her to the ground and I just stand there, in shock.

"And you're not a piece of shit mother? Fuck you! You're never home. You're always 'working', even though I know it's an excuse to fuck Charlie!" He screams in her face, and she slaps him across the face.

"If you weren't a heroine addict then maybe I wouldn't be fucking Charlie, asshole!"

"Maybe if you weren't a whore and a psychotic bitch I wouldn't be an addict!"

"You're an addict because you don't deal with your problems!"

"And you do? Every time any issue happens you go on a 'business trip'."

"My grandparents took my parents to court and requested full custody of me. Neither them objected, and the mediator decided that neither of my parents were mentally capable of raising me. Not that either of them wanted me," I explain to him. "I was a mistake, that's why they never had other children. They knew they weren't supposed to have kids."

"L-l-lydia... I had no idea," Stiles says, intertwining his fingers in mine.

"Stiles, it's fine. I've been over it since I was seven. My grandma is my mom, she raised me more than she ever did," I say, giving him a smile so he knows I'm okay. "Your turn."

"When my mom died, he hated everything. He took up drinking, and decided it was my fault and that he hated me too. He's been hitting me for two years. It's not that serious, I'm never seriously injured."

"I don't want it to get to that point. I don't want you to ever be seriously injured."

"I won't, Lydia. Besides, I'm not home as often now, because of you guys," he says, smiling at me. A real, genuine smile.

"If you need anything, I'm here. Always."

"I know. Friends?"

"Friends."