Be My Cover Story

19

Lydia brought Stiles home and helped him upstairs. She got him up to his room and he immediately started taking off his pants. Lydia grabbed his hands, halting his movements. 

"Stop that." She instructed shoving him towards his bed. He kept his grip on her hands, pulling her down with him. She squealed as his grip held her tightly in his arms. 

"Mmm Lyds." He mumbled as she tried to wiggle out of his grasp. "I miss my woursolf."

"I know you do." She smiled sympathetically. "You can see him tomorrow." She managed to pry him off of her and tucked him in. 

"Will you stay?" His eyes were closed as he reached his hand out to her. She sighed to herself and took off her jacket. 

"Fine, but only for a little bit." She slid in behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist, knowing he liked to be the little spoon. "Go to sleep, Honey." She ran a hand through his hair and he hummed, dozing off. 

Stiles woke up feeling the effects of the night before. He groaned and turned around, looking for Lydia. He knew she had taken him home and remembered her staying until he fell asleep. He checked his phone and saw a string of texts from Scott, Lydia and Derek. He let out a loud groan before checking Derek's first. 

Morning Sleeping Beauty. 

Stiles smiled to himself before reading on. 

Need to discuss the arrangement. Come to the loft.

He closed Derek's conversation not wanting to deal with this while he felt like puking. He opened Scott's which was just Scott teasing and checking up on him before clicking on Lydia's.

I left some aspirin on your nightstand, drink water, I have the jeep, I'll be back to get you so we can head to Derek's.

He wasn't sure what time she was coming but after she took care of him he didn't feel like keeping her waiting. He grabbed the aspirin she left for him and chugged the glass of water. He got up and changed, deciding to shower later.

Lydia had left earlier that morning to change wanting to look extra good for when she saw Jordan. After the incident the night before she knew she was going to have to do some extra grovelling. She did her makeup before starting on her hair, silently missing having Stiles to speed up the process. She picked an outfit that showed just enough to intrigued him while still leaving some mystery. 

Lydia slipped on a pair of heels and headed to the door getting ready to leave when her mom stopped her.

"Where are you going?" Nathalie asked, surprising Lydia with her interest. 

"Going to pick up Stiles." She answered simply, holding up the keys to the jeep.

"What time will you be home?" Lydia furrowed her brows at the question.

"Since when do you care?" Ms. Martin crossed her arms and Lydia rolled her eyes. "I'll be home later." 

"Lydia-"

"Come on, Mom. We don't do this. What's going on?"

"You tell me. It seems as though you and these new friends you've been spending all your time with are on a list." Lydia froze, the keys slipping out of her hand. "Would you like to explain?" 

"I can't right now, Stiles is waiting for me but I promise I'll tell you everything when I get home." Lydia leaned down and picked up the keys that she had just dropped. Her hands were shaking, unsure of how she was going to explain this all to her mother. She left the house and climbed into the jeep, taking a deep breath once she was settled. She had to tell the pack that this list was an even bigger problem than they thought. 

Stiles saw the jeep pull up outside and he ran outside. He opened the driver's side and crossed his arms, waiting for her to move. She rolled her eyes before climbing into the passenger's seat. Stiles slid into his rightful place and adjusted the seat, noticing how Lydia hadn't fought him on it. When he started the car, she didn't flip the radio to her station. He knew something must be wrong. 

"You okay, Lyds?" He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye. 

"My mom has seen the list." She told him. "I don't know how she found it but she was asking me about it when I left." Stiles gripped the wheel, trying not to show her how worried that made him. After what happened with Parrish the list already had him on edge. Now he had to worry about his dad seeing it and the rest of the town coming after them.

"Derek's not going to be happy about that." Was all he could manage to say. "You look hot." He commented, shifting the focus away from their nerves. 

"I always look hot." She chuckled, pushing away the concern. "I'm hoping it'll make it harder for Jordan to be mad at me." 

"Yeah...We haven't really talked about that." Stiles bit his lip, looking over at Lydia nervously.

"I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. We uh, we knew this would happen soon enough." Stiles gave her a sympathetic smile. "Though it's not exactly how I imagined my first kiss with Lydia Martin." He teased, trying to help her relax as they pulled into the parking lot of Derek's loft. 

"Maybe don't say that in front of our boyfriends." 

"Speaking of, we're telling them the truth today, right?" Stiles clarified, hoping she felt the same way.

"I think we have to." 

"Don't worry. Everything will be so much easier when they know."