Start of Time | Stydia

-do you want to dance?

au - lydia is the one who's had a crush on stiles since the 3rd grade and tells him at the dance.

Lydia's excited. She's gotten dressed up nicely - she's wearing a light green dress that flares just above her knees - and spent ages curling her hair to perfection. Because it's finally happened.

Stiles asked her out. Stiles Stilinski asked her out. Stiles Stilinski asked her out. It's only to the formal at school, and it's only because Scott mentioned it, but still.

She can hear him outside now, his jeep rattling, and he leaves the engine on as he walks up to the door. Lydia is already there as he's knocking, and answers it with a small, red lipped smile.

'Hey.' He says. 'You look, uh, beautiful.'

'Really?' Lydia asks, blinking, and feels the butterflies going in her stomach. 'You look great too.'

Stiles looks shocked for a second, then leads her to the jeep, talking about lacrosse and his suit and the dance. All the while Lydia is staring at him, his perfect hair, his almond eyes, the little moles on his jaw and cheeks.

'I hope this dance is exciting, at least for a small reason or another.' He says casually, and Lydia almost misses what he says because her hands are shaking from nerves, diverting her attention.

'Mmhmm.' She nods, smiling widely.

They listen to an indie band that Lydia has never heard of, but she still ignores the fact she thinks it's a little weird and focuses instead on the sound of the window wipers. Stiles pulls into the school, and she opens the door by herself and hops out.

But when they get inside, things take a turn for the worst. After getting excited, it turns out Stiles just sits at the table and doesn't get up, opting to talk ocassionally to Scott or hum to the music. Eventually, Lydia gets bored.

'Stiles, do you want to dance?' She asks, brushing a curl back.

This is a bold move for her; she's nervous enough just being with him, but for Lydia to take the initiative is even more shocking. She can feel her heart pounding, can almost hear it.

'Um, no, I'm ok, thanks.' Stiles smiles, and Lydia makes a face.

'Ok then, Stiles, get off your backside and dance with me.' Lydia says with a burst of courage.

'Well it's still a no, sorry, Lyds.' Stiles raises his eyebrows, and with the same adrenaline pounding through her, she stands up and slams her hands on the table.

'You know what, Stiles? You're going to dance with me. And I- well, I've liked you since the third grade, okay? And after all we've been through, I was kinda hoping you'd at least dance with me! Because you know what? I'm sure that I know just how smart you are, and that although you sit there and joke around, you could probably recite the freaking textbook! And that one day, you're going to solve crimes and become the best detective ever because you deserve it!'

Lydia's breathing is rapid now, and as she realises exactly what she's just said, her eyes widen and she sits down slowly.

'Oh my god.' She repeats, closing her eyes so she can't see Stiles laughing or backing away. Instead, she feels a gentle tap on her elbow, and opens her eyes. Stiles is smiling, a sort of cheeky, lopsided grin, and his cheek are pink from Lydia's confession.

'C'mon.' He says, and Lydia frowns slightly.

'What?'

'You're going to dance with me, okay?' Stiles replies, and Lydia takes his outstretched hand, trying to keep the grin from fighting it's way onto her face.

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so i sat down and wrote this in half an hour bc i wanted to upload something even though i should be sleeping now. and i would appreciate votes like normal, and maybe a comment of an idea for something? it would be a lot easier to write. anyway, thankyou:)