Hello! I'm currently obsessed with Teen Wolf! Stiles and Lydia are perfect! This idea came to me when I was watching "If I Stay". This story will have similarities, but I'm gonna make it my own, so please give this story a chance! Thanks in advance!
P.s
This chapter will be kind of short, but it's like an introduction, so next chapter will be longer!
Disclaimer: I don't own The characters of Teen Wolf or If I Stay
Lydia's POV
7:39 A.M.
Taking another glance at my alarm, I dart out of bed. I overslept. I make my way downstairs seeing my family gathered in the kitchen.
"Dad!" I yell, "why didn't you wake me up?" I question him.
"I thought we could just have a little family day." He grins.
"Who wants pancakes?" My mom asks.
"I do!" Yells my little brother, Noah.
"You have way too much energy in the mornings." I tease.
Mom hands me a cup of coffee and the newspaper.
"There's a nice picture of your man." She says.
Without meaning to, I let out a sigh. I flip through the paper, seeing a long article about Stiles' Lacrosse team. The article basically states that his team is competing against some of the best teams in the world.
"Are you going?" Dad asks me.
"I'm supposed to rehearse with my choreographer."
"Keep you sharp, so you can show all those Juilliard snobs what you're made of." Mom gives me a thumbs up.
I haven't exactly gotten accepted into Juilliard yet, but my audition went pretty well, so I'm hoping for the best. I'm currently waiting for my letter from Juilliard to see if I got in.
"Let's go for a drive." Dads says, "maybe we can visit some old friends." He continues.
I'm about to object when mom interrupts,
"We can stop at that old bookstore that you love so much."
The bookstore has some really awesome dance books. I have several in my room. I showed them to Stiles. I expected him to laugh. You see, Stiles is technically a jock, I guess that's a good word for him. He's a star athlete, he has all the girls after him, he has an amazing body, and he has the best eyes in the whole world. I'm nothing like him, so a couple of years ago when I caught him watching me dance, I assumed he was making fun of me, so I'd hidden from him. Anyway, he hadn't laughed.
"Noah, get dressed!" Dad yells to my brother.
Mom puts a plate of slightly black pancakes on the table.
"Eat up, family."
That's it for this chapter. Sorry it's so short, but I'm just getting started. I'm so pumped to write this story! I would love to know what you think? Thank you so so much for reading this!