"Game plan. Throw a kick ass party and have Lydia Martin fall in love with you." "I'm pretty sure that's not how it works..." "And I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it works." Stiles wasn't even remotely close to popular and having a crush on the most popular girl at Beacon Hills didn't exactly help. But apparently...
She'd been providing for herself since the age of fourteen when her parents had died tragically in a car accident. But now, two years late at the age of sixteen, she finally has a place to call home. Lydia was shy. Very, extremely, inevitably, shy. She didn't answer the door when there was a knock or barely responded...
chrysalism (n.): the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to the waves of rain pattering against the rooftop like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built up tension you understand perfectly. This was the perfect way to desc...