The Noisy Sunday Compendium

Chapter 14: Formalities and Families

A few weeks after the pack created fun on the beach, Scott invited them over to his place. Kira had given Lydia a ride and when they got there Stiles and Scott were popping popcorn and pouring drinks. Malia and Cora were in the living room with some guys Cora apparently knew from before coming back to Beacon Hills. Derek and a girl who looked almost familiar to everyone were lounging on the ground in front of the sofa. Lydia had decided to bring a toothbrush and some shorts if they ended up staying over.

"Kira!" Scott already looked pumped, "Lydia!"

"Scott!" The girls shouted in mock unison.

Stiles pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and poured some butter into it.

The Banshee walked over to him and started adding salt to his concoction, "Hey."

He didn't say anything but he did send her a small smile.

Her eyebrows pushed together, "You okay?"

"Tired," His one word answer was left hanging because he snatched up the bowl and took it out to the others.

Kira grabbed Lydia's arm, "What's up with him?"

"Tired," Lydia walked away and upstairs to the bathroom.

On the main floor, Scott was delivering cups to everyone and creating a slight draft from all of his pacing back and forth. Derek and his girl were huddled together on the floor of one end of the couch, Cora sitting behind them with her feet under her. Malia was in the middle, in the same position. The two guys Cora had brought were sitting next to Derek and in front of Malia and the empty seat. Stiles had taken a seat on one of the chairs while Kira sat on the floor in front of the television stand. She was looking for a movie. Scott finally sat down next to her and made his opinions clear.

Lydia tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping she had gone unnoticed, even by the Werewolves.

She ignored the suicide beverage Scott had made and got some water. She sipped on it a bit, realizing how dry her mouth really was. A deep green sweater matched with floral leggings and grey ankle boots; she was starting to feel overdressed. Even in that. Her hair was in a low bun and a few curls fell into her pale face. Her feet started to tap to the opening music blaring out from the other room. She let out a sigh as she refilled the cup.

Lydia rummaged around the cupboards until she found some crackers, then she went into the fridge for some cheese.

"What're you doing?" It was Malia.

Lydia rolled her eyes as she closed the fridge, "Getting a snack."

"You're being really loud."

The Banshee huffed, "Sorry, I didn't think the movie was that important."

"I just haven't seen it. It came out when I was.."

"Yeah. Maybe you should go watch it. You might miss something," Lydia raised her eyebrows a little bit and motioned toward the living room with the crackers.

Malia's face turned to panic and she ran back out, "Oh!"

Lydia shook her head, not understanding how she could put up with people tonight. It seemed as though if Stiles was in a bad mood, so was she. The strawberry blonde opened the crackers roll and spread them out on a plate. She then made them prematurely with cheese and threw away all the plastic. Grabbing her water, she entered the living room. She didn't want to be next to Kira and Scott in the love-seat, by Derek and his girl on the floor, or by Malia on the couch. She decided to sit in front of Stiles. His legs were flopped over the armrest and he held a pillow in his lap. She sat her plate and drink on the coffee table in front of her. Her head relaxed against the seat.