loving lydia | stydia

Twenty Nine.

A knock on the door echoed throughout the whole house. Lydia groaned as she checked the clock; 3:46am.

Who the fucks at the door?

Lydia grumbled as she got out of bed, the white creamy carpet seduced her feet then she cringed as they hit the cold tiles. Lydia opened the door to find Allison stood there. A suitcase, a duffel bag, and two small bags slung over her shoulder. She also had one of those make up bags that was also like a suitcase. It was raining - pouring actually.

Lydia gasped, rushing Allison inside as her belongings fell to the floor.

"Allison? What happened?" Lydia said, taking off her jacket and running to the right to go into her bathroom to grab a towel. She wrapped it around Allison's shoulders and rubbed them soothingly.

"I had an argument with my dads new girlfriend, Olivia. Apparently I keep my room messy, even though I vacuum everyday. I do the dishes. My dad shouted at her, then at me. Could I stay for a bit?" Allison rambled on. Lydia smiled, as she turned on the hot tap to run Allison a bath.

Yes, at nearly 4 in the morning.

"Yeah of course, the guest room is now Allison Argents den. I've always wanted you to move in." Lydia done a happy dance, trying to lighten the mood.

"Honestly, I'm so glad that I had an argument with her." Allison laughed back.

"We're mother fucking roommates!" Lydia cheered. She tolled Allison she had a bath running for her, as Allison exited into the bathroom and didn't bother shutting the door so she could continue her conversation with Lydia whilst she was in the bath. That's how close the pair are.

"We might as well stay up now, I mean we could just have a lounge day tomorrow." Allison said, water whooshing sounding like Allison was playing with the water.

"Sure." Lydia replied simply. "What shall we watch."

"Hm." Allison hummed, telling Lydia she is thinking. "Maybe The Fault In Our Stars. I feel like crying."

"Trust me, I've done enough crying." Lydia laughed shaking her head.

Allison got out the bath, she wrapped a long towel around her body and her hair stayed dry in a bun. She plonked herself down on the sofa, still a bit wet but drying off.

"Why don't you just be together? I mean it's been 2 months. Kiss and make up already." Allison said, grabbing the remote and looking through the movies.

Lydia looked at her best friend as Allison looked back.

"I wish I could. I fucking want to." Lydia went off in a daze, it was just now 4:23am. She wasn't tired, she was wide awake thinking of countless possibilities of what would happen if she did take Stiles back.

"Come on, while the film is downloading we can talk about this over unpacking my shit." Allison laughed, pulling Lydia's arms making her stand from the couch. Lydia helped with the little bags as she carried them into the spare room - Allison's room.

"I mean, I really want him back I do. We loved more than we fought. Still, when we fought it will always be kinda brutal and we will hurt each others feelings." Lydia shrugged, hanging a shirt up in the empty closet.

"Y'all are fucking perfect for eachother." Allison grins, shoving her makeup neatly on the desk with a mirror hanging on the wall.

Lydia smiled. "We are, aren't we."

"Fuck yeah you are." Allison replied again.

"Okay." Lydia said, standing up straight. "Invite the boys over for the night."