Start of Time | Stydia

-study date

Lydia's not normally one to study much, but she does sometimes.

Her extensive knowledge normally comes from reading for enjoyment, or watching documentaries. It doesn't help that she has debates with her family at dinner, and common talk would be about the news or if you could mix two chemicals to create this reaction to change this factor, would you?

So she's not sure at first exactly what she should say when Stiles asks her if she wants to come round and study after school. So she nods and says yes, because what's the harm?

After school, they drive home in Stiles' jeep that smells of cola cubes and fresh textbooks, which is an odd smell if you ask Lydia, and talk about nothing. The radio station is one she hasn't heard of, but it plays the sort of songs she listens to when no one else is around so she likes it. Of course, she doesn't admit it.

'My dad's still at the station,' he tells her when they're walking through the door, which he holds open for her without even thinking about it. Lydia thinks that is so nice, because she's not exactly used to being treated like that.

'That's cool.' Lydia replies, and they go up to Stiles' room.

They spread out their textbooks in a weird attempt at a circle, and sit in the middle; Stiles sits cross legged and hunched over, whereas Lydia lies on her stomach, legs swinging slowly in the air.

For hours they just study, asking each other questions and doing small tests to make sure the other can remember the certain points. Within that time, Lydia becomes more comfortable in the Stilinski household, and kicks off her shoes, relaxing. She challenges Stiles with questions that most people wouldn't understand, and it takes him a few seconds but he'd answer it, a crease forming between his eyebrows as he thought.

And every now and then, Lydia would catch herself looking at Stiles. Not in a creepy way; for some reason, she thought he looked good when studying. Well, he did anyway, but when he was focusing on a page so intently, he would make a concentrated expression, and tap the end of his pen against his lips. Without realising it, he'd mouth important keywords, and his long fingers would flick the edge of the pages as he read. And she didn't know why, but Lydia found herself paying more attention to Stiles than the actual book. She just didn't realise that he saw her looking at him, which was the reason for his occassionally pink cheeks.

When it hits six, Stiles puts the textbook down and spins around to face Lydia.

'Do you want some food?' He asks, raising his eyebrows.

'Yeah, sure.' She replies with a nod, and he grins.

'What?'

'I don't mind, whatever you're having.'

A mischevious looking twinkle appeared in Stiles' eyes, but Lydia didn't say anything. Instead, she just frowned, and pursed her lips. They made their way downstairs, and Lydia pulled herself up onto the kitchen side, swinging her legs while Stiles cooked.
It was only when they sat down at the table that it became apparent Stiles had literally cooked them a bowl of curly fries each. He grinned, looking from bowl to bowl, and then back at Lydia.

'Trying to get my dad to cut down.' He raises his eyebrows, and Lydia snorted then, letting loose the laughter she'd been holding back.

'Curly fries? Classy, Stiles. But I approve.' She chuckles, picking up a curly fry.

The study sessions become more frequent; sometimes, they'll take their books to the coffee shop and get a drink, or they'll go to a park and spread their notes out on the grass.

Somewhere mid May, Stiles has a drama assesment. He's good at lying, good at diverting people, but the second someone watches him acting, he freaks out. So Lydia gets rid of the books, and coaches him on tips to not get scared in front of people.

'Pfft, I don't get scared.' Stiles says.

'You just lied straight to my face.' Lydia raises one eyebrow, and Stiles lets out an exaggerated sigh.

'There's enough people in that class to trample me to death, so I'd say that's a completely rational fear.'

Lydia laughs then purses her lips to try and stop it, and Stiles sends her a flat look.

When the day of the assessment comes around, Lydia's giving him words of encouragment right up to the door, and Stiles is making a face like the speech is going right over his head, but still nodding away. And because she's a master at making people do what she wants, Lydia gets out of class early to wait by Stiles' door to see how well her coaching went.

He walks out with a dopey grin on his face, and yells 'I got a B!' He lifts his hand to high-five her, looking so happy, but Lydia grabs his wrist.

'A B?' She frowns; Stiles' face falls, 'That's amazing!' Lydia grins, tucking her hair back behind her ear and then high fiving him.

'I thought you were gonna kill me then.' Stiles makes a face, and Lydia grins.

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tysm for 500 reads! omg i never thought this would hit that many reads.

tbh i don't know what i was thinking when i wrote this but they need happy times. anywaay, votes and comments would be appreciated, as i have mocks next week and i'm dying already.