The Noisy Sunday Compendium

Chapter 3: Preacher

Stiles twirled around in his desk chair, making himself nauseated. Stopping, he let out a gasp while trying to keep his head still. He lazily turned back towards the desk and put his head down for a minute. Lifting it even more slowly, he reached for his phone and saw that it was past two in the morning. Way past the hour of decent sleep on a school night. This was their last full week, why couldn't he just fall asleep like a normal teenaged delinquent?

He decided not to answer his own question. Steering his mind from the dark depths that once had consumed it.

He then saw his phone light up, a smile spreading to his face. Of course she couldn't sleep either. The only time either of them had slept in the past few weeks was with each other and they both knew it. He quickly read her messages.

Lydia:

You up?

Lydia:

Please say you're awake.

He shook his head at her messages whilst walking over to his bed. Within seconds the phone was to his ear and his back was comfortably placed on to his plush bed. The phone ringed exactly two times before she answered. She seemed to always answer after two rings. It took her a few more seconds to say hello, her voice a whisper.

"Why are we whispering?" He asked, amused.

She huffed, "Well not everyone's parent works the night shift."

"Touché," Stiles chuckled at her aggravated behavior, "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep and I- we have a test first thing tomorrow!" She was really freaking out.

Stiles let the connection click, "History?"

"Yeah," She breathed heavy.

"Then, you got this."

She huffed again, "It's not that, you dork. What if I don't wake up to my alarm or something?"

"I will come over and be your personal wake up call, then."

Lydia couldn't help but smile at the thought, "I wouldn't be too opposed to that."

"Me either."

They let a wave of pleasant silence settle in.

Stiles then decided he should turn off his light and on his way back he just so happened to stub his big toe on some unknown piece of furniture. He quickly dove for the bed before rolling around on it ouching in pain and holing his leg and toe close to his chest. He heard a concerned chuckle come from the phone and then he remembered he was on the phone with Lydia Martin and Lydia Martin wouldn't think he was cool or anything after this. Lydia Martin was going to hang up and he was going to have to start his ten year plan all over again, with some minor tweaks, mind you.

"Are you okay? That sounded bad," He let a confused expression fall over his face. Lydia Martin wasn't hanging up. Lydia Martin was asking if he was okay and the concern in her voice almost matched that of his own when she was hurt or upset. Stiles let his stomach fill with those annoying little butterflies just this once, only because Lydia freaking Martin cared about him and his well-being. She was here and she wasn't planning on going anywhere.

"Stiles?" Her voice popped him back into reality.

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm fine. Just stubbed my toe," He tried to act macho but they both knew he wasn't.

She chuckled, "Are you sure because you just made it sound way worse than that."

"I'm sure, Lyd."