Always {STYDIA}

Lydia Martin has not felt as relaxed as she does right now in three years. She didn't even know it was possible for her to be this at ease, but thanks to Stiles she felt as if every problem they had at the moment didn't exist. That they were the only two people in the world.

Lydia and Stiles were cuddling on the couch in her parents lake house as an old movie from the fifties played quietly in the background. The pair were too focused on each other to care what was on the television. They had to make every second of this weekend count. This is the first time Stiles and Lydia have been alone together and they know the minute they get back home they will be so busy helping their friends out that they'll have barely any time to be together.

Stiles couldn't believe that they had even gotten to this point. It was so surreal for him to finally be holding the love of his life in his arms, to be able to say that Lydia Martin was his girlfriend. He had his arms wrapped around her waist as she layed on his chest, her strawberry blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. He wondered if she could hear how fast his heart was beating. Being so close to her drove him crazy. The couple remained silent as they reminisced about the moment when all of their feelings for each other were laid out on the table.

It happened three weeks ago. Lydia had been visibly upset with Stiles and he couldn't figure out why. When he finally had the chance to get her alone, he confronted her about the way she had been acting around him. Her response wasn't what he expected at all.

"Why have you been so hostile towards me lately?" Stiles asked.

Lydia scoffed and frowned at the boy. How could he not realize the reason for her being so angry?

"Why? Maybe it's because you barely glance my way anymore with Malia around. Maybe it's because it feels like my problems don't nearly compare to Malia's so when I need someone to talk to, you are nowhere to be seen. Maybe it's because I don't like the two of you together and you don't seem to care!"

Lydia didn't mean for all of that to come spilling out. She realized she sounded like a jealous, petty little girl, but that's how she felt. Jealous. And she knew she had no right being jealous. Stiles didn't belong to her, and Malia wasn't a bad person, but after seeing the way she looks at Stiles, Lydia felt like someone pulled the carpet right from underneath her. Suddenly, her hidden feelings for her wacky, sarcastic friend came bubbling to the surface and she didn't know how to handle it.

How would it look if out of the blue, Lydia told Stiles she was in love with him when he might actually be moving on from her to another girl who was showing an interest in him as well? It would look like she was just trying to prevent him from fawning over anyone besides her.

But Lydia's feelings were justified; they just came a little late.

"Lydia," Stiles began. "I'm so sorry if you have felt like I've been distancing myself from you. I wasn't doing it intentionally, honest. As for Malia, I'm just trying to be a good friend."

"Good friends don't kiss. ." Lydia mumbled.

"Look, Malia was there for me when I was having a rough time. We've bonded since then, and yeah we've done stuff, but my feelings for her will never compare to the way I felt about you. The way I still feel about you."

"Stiles, I wasn't trying to turn this into something about th-"

"Yes you were," he interrupted. "That's exactly what you were trying to turn this into because you know that that is what all of this comes down to in the end. I have feelings for you, and something tells me that you like me too."