Stydia

Connection

My phone started ringing at about 12, I force my eyes to be open and reach out for my phone. The lights seem to be stabbing my eyes a little. It was Lydia. Why is she calling at midnight? Is she ok? All of those scary thoughts sinks into my head. I start panicking and quickly answer the phone.

"Lydia? Lydia? What's wrong?! Are you ok?" I shoot her with questions.

"Stiles, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm losing my mind. I'm seeing things, again. Please, please just come I..." Before Lydia could finish her sentence, she started screaming and the call dropped. I jump out of bed and barge out the door.
I call Scott while running downstairs but he wasn't answering. I ran straight to the jeep, not caring what time it is or if my dad was going to lecture me.
I drove to her house with my hands shaking and my mind flooded with thoughts of her crying.

I jump out of my jeep without carring if the the door is closed or if the car key is still hanging there. All I care about at that very moment was Lydia. I barge into her backdoor and run up the stairs. I didn't really knock. I just storm into the room. I quickly glance around, to find Lydia sitting in the corner with her head between her knees, sobbing. "Lydia? Lydia?" I said as I walk in closer. "Stiles?" said Lydia as she look up. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm seeing things. I can't do anything without feeling like I'm going to getting hurt or killed. Stiles, help me. I don't know what's wrong. I'm scared. I'm scared" cried Lydia. I quickly walk closer to her and sit down right in front of her with both of my hand on each side of her shoulders. "Hey, hey. Look at me. Listen. Look at me" I whispered, trying to calm her down. It didn't really help, she still seem freak out.

"Hey, hey,hey. I'm here. I'm with you, ok? No one can hurt you. I'm right here. Look at me, ok? Look into my eyes. See? I'm with you. You're not seeing things. I'm right here" I added as I look deep into her eyes. Lydia start focusing her eyes on mine but she was still shivering. I put a finger underneath her chin, lifting her face up. I stared into her beautiful eyes which were somehow both cinnamon and emerald; glistening with light. I slowly lean in and press my lips upon hers.

I can feel her stop shivering, she place her hand on my cheek. As I pull away, she give out a giggle. "What? Why are you laughing? Did I do something embarassing again?" I asked, panicking. "No, it just reminded me of that time I stopped you from having a panic attack" she answer as she smiles.

"Where did you learn that that helped?" Lydia ask. I smiled and answer her with "I don't know. I just wanted to".