I Dare You

Breakfast

One Month, 27 Days

Third Person P.O.V.

Stiles woke up first, his back was aching due to the uncomfortable couch he slept on. He got up, and stretch, and yawned that first turned out to be moan, then it turned to a random scream. Stiles looked around, starting to remember the events that happened before. Lydia almost got hurt or worse, raped. Stiles shook his head at the memory of it, thank God that he made it in time.

As Stiles walked around the Martin house, he noticed how often it was dark here, because as soon as he turned on several lights, he could already see dust picking up on objects around the house. It's as if Lydia is use to being home alone.

He walked towards the fridge, and noticed how some of the plates in the cabinets look untouched, like the plates are just suppose to be for decoration.

Stiles opened the door to the fridge, and was shocked at the sight of it. There was only carrots and ketchup. Stiles closed the fridge, and started to think of how often Lydia had to take care of herself. It must be hard having to cook, feed, and live on your own, when you know you have parents.

Stiles patted his pants, making sure his care keys were still in there. He looked at the digital clock nearby, and noticed it was only 9:30 am.

"I guess I have time."

Stiles went to his jeep, and headed to the nearest Kroger. He went to every single isle, and looked for the ingredients to make the perfect breakfast for Lydia.

As Stiles walked down the aisle he basically shoved every single thing in the cart, there's no such thing as too much food, right?

When Stiles paid for everything, he surprisingly found it super hard to fit all the food in his jeep, but managed to fit everything in the Jeep. But the ride to Lydia's home was super uncomfortable, Stiles could feel what he thinks is an eggplant or corn poking him from the back.

As soon as he arrived at the house, he threw everything into the kitchen and went to work.

Lydia woke up to the smell of food. She sat up, and noticed Stiles wasn't in her room. Lydia grew a little bit worried, and sad.

"I guess he left while I was asleep." She said to herself. Lydia got up, and headed downstairs. She was little bit surprised at how bright it was, it was usually dark downstairs. The smell of food was growing stronger, and which made Lydia realize how hungry she really was.

She walked into the kitchen, and was surprised at the sight in front of her. On the little mini island in the kitchen, there was food prepared on it. There was eggs, scrambled and unscrambled, bacon, fruit, spaghetti, and pancakes. Stiles back was turned to her, but she saw he was cooking more food.

Lydia's mouth grew watery at how the food looked so good and yummy. As Stiles turned around putting the last meal on the plate, he saw Lydia awake. And let me say, he wouldn't dare to forgot that face.

To some people, when they wake that they looked like something that crawled out of chewbacca. But to Stiles, Lydia couldn't have looked anymore but beautiful. Stiles finally saw Lydia for the first time without make up, and he would be damned if he didn't remember it.

"Good morning. Thought you would like some breakfast, eat what you like." As soon as Stiles said those words, Lydia dove in and ate. Lydia felt like she tasted heaven when she realized how good the food was, and it surprised her how great of a cook Stiles was.

To Stiles, he kinda got a little bit scared of how she looked like a monster when she ate her food, but Stiles could care less. There was only carrots and ketchup when he first came here, so it must have been a long time since Lydia had someone cook for her. And Stiles could tell that Lydia was satisfied with the food, because she ate about half of everything.

Stiles made sure to make extras for Lydia, he had already put them in the refrigerator for her.

It would have been funny if Lydia's parents walked into the kitchen at that moment, they would have thought a married couple was in their home. They would have saw the way Stiles looked at Lydia like she was her world, and that Lydia loved food. And I mean LOVE food, she ate like a maniac.

Once they were done eating, Stiles cleaned up the mess. He could care less that he had to do the dishes, because even though they didn't talk to each other for the whole time they were eating, Stiles thought it was probably the best morning and breakfast ever.