Green Means Solved:A Stydia Story

Green Means Solved.

"I still love you," Scott shyly said...to himself. He wanted to say that toAlison that he still had deep feelings for her, but, didn't have the courage to tell her right now.

He brushed a hand through his hair. "No, thats stupid."

"Hey man, something wrong?" Stiles asked as he walked up to Scott and patted his shoulder. Scott shrugged.

"Maybe," He admitted. "I have good feelings for Kira, and Alison, I don't know what to do."

"Yep, thats a problem alright! A problem I can't help you with." Stiles said awkwardly as he began to walk away. Scott grabbed his shirt, and Stiles walked backwards to him.

"You had to decide between Malia, and Lydia. How'd you pick?" Scott asked, getting his puppy dog eyes on.

Stiles patted his shoulder. "Scott, girls are living, breathing things, and I know you know that, but you yourself doesn't pick which girl to choose. Your heart does."

"And you chose Lydia..." Scott nodded. Stiles shrugged.

"My first, and only love," He said with a proud smile. He once again patted Scott's shoulder. "Good luck, buddy." He said and walked out of the locker room.

Scott glanced over his shoulder, and saw the corpse of Izel. Scott almost felt...guilty.

Even though it was Karma who killed her, Scott still felt bad for Izel. He didn't exactly know everything about this situation, but he would soon.

Scott quickly looked away from Izel, he would have to get her out of here. He didn't know what he would do with her, but he needed to do something. He thought about burning her, as cruel as it sounds, but he thought that maybe Izel would like it.

She could be sacrificed like she wanted too. She could be the gift to her God she worshiped. Scott nodded. He would do that. He didn't want to, but he had no other choice.

Just then, Alison walked in, and looked at the body. She seemed shocked, and worried. She stood at the doorway.

"Is this-"

"Izel," Scott said for her. "Yeah it is."

"Oh," She said. She turned her head to Scott. "I don't really want to be in this room, can we talk outside?" She asked rubbing her shoulder.

Scott nodded, and headed for the doorway. "Sure,"

Alison and him exited the locker room, and stood just outside.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Scott asked.

"Us."

"Is there an 'us'?" Scott got a little nervous.

Alison nodded, and shrugged. "I hope there is."

"Alison, when you were supposedly 'dying' you said...you said I was your first love. Did you mean it?" Scott asked, taking Alison's hand, and squeezing it gently.

"Scott," She said looking into his deep brown eyes. "Every word I said, I meant it. And I wouldn't take it back, Scott, I wouldn't ever take it back. I still love you."

Scott grabbed Alison, and pulled her into a deep hug. He held onto her, and wouldn't let go. Ever.

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"Can't believe Alison is really back." Stiles said, wrapping his arms around Lydia's thin waist from the back.

She winced at first by the touch, but once she knew it was Stiles, she eased up. She placed her arms on his, and gently started rubbing him.

"I really missed her, Stiles." She said looking out into the sunset.

"I know," He calmly said, and gave little pecks on Lydia's neck. Lydia smiled, and rolled her head back by the tickles he was giving her.

"I love you." She told him, resting her head on his chest from behind. He kissed the top of it, and just held onto her. He never wanted to let go of his precious jewel.

"I love me, too." He said with a huff. Lydia gave a small chuckle. She knew he loved her too, and just wanted to be goofy with her.

"So, are you gonna miss Karma?" Stiles out fo the blue asks.

Lydia slightly shrugged. "I suppose. I mean, I'll miss seeing her. She did a lot for me, Stiles. She brought me my best friend back. Sure, she lied about it, but she did it."

"Mmhm." Stiles nodded. He took one hand off Lydia's waist, and reached in his pocket. He slowly pulled out a small, red velvet covered box. In shinning gold, there engraved on the top, said, 'To my one and only beautiful, Lydia.'

"Here," he said giving her the box. He couldn't see Lydia's eyes, but he was pretty sure they popped open wide.

"Stiles! What's this?" She asked turning around to him.

"Open it, and see." He said pointing his chin to the box. He wrapped his other arm around Lydia's waist, and rested his head on her shoulder lightly.

Lydia took a big breath, before she open the box. And when she did, she gasped, and started to lightly cry.

"Oh, my..." She said amazed.

There sitting perfectly in the small box, was a emerald ring. It sparkled just like Lydia's eyes. The ring itself was dazzling silver, and the gem on the ring was even more stunning. It shone so bright, Lydia almost squinted.

"Stiles, you didn't have to." She said quickly spinning around to face him. He kept his arms around her waist still.

"But, I wanted to. You're my baby, and I just wanted to show you how much I love you. And that ring, is just a beautiful as your eyes may I add."

Lydia gently laughed, and more tears started slipping out of her eyes. She carefully took the ring out of the box, and placed it on her pointer finger. It fit perfectly!

"How'd you know my ringer size?" She asked admiring gorgeous ring on her finger.

"When you were sleeping, I measured your size. I took a guess on the pointer finger." He said with a big, toothy grin.

"Thank you, Stiles." She thanked, hugging him tightly. "And you don't need to show your love in expensive ways. I already know you love me."

"I just really wanted to show you that were now solved." He said rubbing her back.

"What?" She asked.

"The ring, it's green. And green means solved." She squeezed him, and gave him a big kiss.

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This is it. The final chapter. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READS, AND VOTES, AND COMMENTS,AND THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE MY STORY. It means so much. I will miss all of you. Thank you for getting me this far.

There will be a second book of this. It's called, 'Who Are You?' and it will be up tomorrow, or in three weeks. 'Cause I have school, and exams where I am, so yeah. Hopefully I can get it up tomorrow.

Goodbye, friends.

'~Alora ZA fox