It had been months since she felt strange standing in his apartment, but now it was practically a second home. She no longer felt the need to be embarrassed running into Scott in the mornings or getting caught kissing Stiles on the couch, they were all so comfortable with each other by now.
"Oh great she's here." Scott made a noise of disgust, rolling his eyes with a grin as Lydia entered their apartment. She stuck her tongue out at him even though he probably hadn't seen, too focused on his video game.
"I'm still trying to set you up with Allison."
Scott paused his game, crossed his arms. "Yeah, I'm going to have to politely decline."
"You'll love her, promise. Where's John Mayer?"
"Still in bed." Scott returned to his game.
Lydia scruffs the boys hair as she passes, earning her some side eye before she disappeared behind the door to her boyfriends room. It was nearly pitch black, the windows covered with thick blankets that were pinned to the wall. She could barely make out the lump that was his body, twisted around the sheets on the mattress. Smiling to herself, she dropped her purse on the floor, slipping her jacket off next before tip toeing over to the bed.
"Stiles." She called softly, laying down next to him. As her eyes adjusted, she saw his lips curl at the corners.
"I was sleeping." He whispered. Her fingers found a way to twist themselves into his hair, the way she knew he liked.
"It's almost noon."
"That means I have until noon to lay here." He inhaled deeply, hummed. "You know what?"
"What?" She asked and he turned to lay on his back so he could look at her.
"How long have we been dating?"
Lydia was surprised by the question. "Uh... Two and a half months? Almost three I think."
"And how many times have I been to your place?"
She paused, bit the inside of her cheek. Grinning at her embarrassment, he wiped a strand of hair out of her face.
"You really want to go to my house? I-I mean we could watch a movie I guess." She cleared her throat and tried to look anywhere but his face. They had planned on staying Stiles' all day, she'd already taken her jacket off and gotten comfortable.
"Let me get dressed, we'll hang out over there for the day. Yeah?"
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"This, uh, this is it." Lydia cleared her throat and walked quickly through the apartment, leaving Stiles to stand at the doorway gawking. She kept sweeping her hair behind her ears and ducking her head, looking at the marbled floor and trying hard not to think of how large her place was compared to his.
"Lyds," his voice made her cringe and she turned around slowly. He was grinning, very wide smiled and his eyes held the excitement of a little kid. He pointed to the ceiling. "You have a chandelier."
Everything was pristine, glass coffee tables and lamps made out of mirrors, white fur rugs, cream colored couches and yes, a chandelier. His eyes trailed up the stairs to the loft part of her large apartment. "That is awesome." He laughed. "Are you like an under cover agent or something? You work for the government! That's why you're rich! I want to make out on this couch, and that couch, and on the stairs and–" he stopped, noticed the look on her face. "What's wrong?" She had been standing in the same place for the last fifteen minutes and now she was playing with her hands, looking down.
"It's really big, isn't it?" Lydia's voice broke a little. He was at her side in a second, pulling her into his arms. Though he didn't know why she was crying, he hugged her until she had settled down a little, wiping under eyes.
"I'm sorry it's just. . . I'm so much happier when I'm not here, when I'm at your place. It's small and homey and here I feel like a stranger, like I'm all alone in a group of people who have nothing in common with me."
He furrowed his brows, twisting his lip ring with his tongue. "Then why do you live here?"
She sniffled and shook her head as if there was no correct answer to the question. "It's this whole thing with my parents," she started to get a little upset again so he shushed her.
"Why don't you give me a tour, huh? I would really love that, Babe, I really would." He smiled and she laughed.
Lydia spoke in a fake accent as she showed him around, exclaiming how expensive everything was and while she was joking, Stiles was actually genuinely impressed. Never in his life had he seen so much money spent on just where you're supposed to live. It made him a tad self conscious. Three couches, five fur rugs, and upstairs her mattress seemed bigger than his future. They flopped against it with a pair of sighs.
"So," he began, "your folks pay for this place?"
Lydia nodded. "They don't trust me to be grown up, I guess."
He took her hand in his, rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. He wanted to make her feel better, he knew she was down. "I love you."
"What?" She visibly paled.
He grinned. "I said, I love you."
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Authors note:
Next part is the last!
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-Chloe
