Unspoken-Stydia.

33

❨Listen to: Helium by Sia❩

Drunk. With a bottle of beer in her hand, her feet had finally found their way out of the building. She was, at last, on the ground floor and walking out. From where she was, she could still hear the loud beating music from the party but it was audible to her ears. From what she looked like right now, she looked like an overused prostitute. Her long strawberry blonde hair was over here and there on her shoulders ever since her scrunchie fell. Her light make up was messed up and smudged on her face. She looked like she was limping which also made her look like she was a zombie. Luckily for her, she decided not to wear lipstick that night. Otherwise, she would look a lot like the undead. Her mascara was making a lot of dark circles around her eyes. Under her breath, she sang something she couldn't even make out herself but she knew it was something she had been listening to a while. Perhaps some sort of sad love song? Her subconscious guessed and fell asleep back again.

Lydia didn't know where she was going but she knew all she wanted most in the world right now was to get out of that place as soon as possible. A lot had already happened that night and she wasn't even sure what time it was now. She just wanted to go home praying hopefully that her parents weren't home. She really didn't want them to see her like that. Otherwise, she would get, as her mother put it, grounded for the rest of her life.

Her feet had oddly remembered where the direction to the parking lot was. As soon as she got a little further to where she was headed, she heard a sound.

Lydia stopped at her tracks and weakly alerted before gripping on her bottle of beer. With much force, she exclaimed and turned around dashed whatever or whoever made the sound with the not empty bottle of beer.

Of course it was Stiles!

Stiles screamed like a girl but was fast enough to duck from the bottle. Still, he was a bit soaked from the liquid but the bottle had gone to the bricked walls of the building. Stiles also had his arms shielding around his head.

" Jesus, Lydia! What the fuck?! " Stiles rebuked. " You could've killed me. "

Lydia groaned loudly. " Of course you're here! Seriously, can't you just leave me alone for one second? "

" I wasn't following you! I lost my jeep and I had to look all over the fucking parking lot but instead, I got soaked of beer by Lydia Martin. "

" Do I look like I care? Look, just back the fuck off. " Lydia waved her hands around weakly and started walking again.

Stiles was gonna say something but he rolled his eyes and groaned at her sassiness jogging his way to her. Lydia looked and saw him. She whined like baby.

" Stiles! "
" I can't leave you alone. "
" Why not?! "
" Because you're drunk. "

Lydia laughed drunkenly and hiccupped. " I am not drunk, Stilinski. I have the car keys and— " Lydia pressed around her pockets before she giggled. " I don't have the car keys. Oh, my God. I'm so stupid. "

" Malia has the— "
Lydia threw her head down and immediately started throwing up. Stiles held her hair out the way as she did. It lasted some seconds before she stood back up again and smiled drunkenly at him. Her eyes wet from throwing up. He frowned dumbfounded and thought about how she still looked beautiful after throwing up in front of him. Stiles wiped the vomit off her lips.

Lydia's eyelids were now fluttering weakly and Stiles knew it was because of the energy she spent whilst she was throwing up. Lydia began giggling and now, Stiles was worried.