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Lydia sits in the Stilinski home, on the carpet in the living room. It's 'girl's night' at Sydney's and so they're all there: Lydia, Sydney, Allison and Kira. Sheriff Stilinski is pulling an all-nighter at the station, for the nth time that week, and so the music is turned up loud and the girls are drinking.
"Come on, let's dance!" Sydney giggles, stumbling to her feet and swaying her hips. Soon Ally and Kira are with her, jumping up and down.
"Lydia, come on!" Allison extends her hand for the strawberry blonde to grab.
Lydia glances to the kitchen, where she knows Stiles is. Stiles is Sydney's older brother, but only by a year. They don't have the same mother and, as much as Stiles hated how quickly his dad moved on after his mom died, the boy with the caramel eyes cares deeply for his sister. Lydia has also had a huge crush on him since she'd first started coming over, which was years ago. She doesn't even remember the first time she went over to the Stilinski's home, but now she even lets herself through the front door.
Stiles is stood in the doorway, watching with an amused smile. Lydia takes Allison's hand and rises to her feet confidently. If she were sober right now, she wouldn't dare stand up and dance in front of Stiles. But the alcohol is numbing her embarrassment and fuelling her desire to impress him, make him see what he's missing out on. She is so gonna regret how stupid she's being when she's sober, and hung over, in the morning.
"Yeah!" Kira cheers as Lydia displays her skilled, and slightly slutty, dance moves. She's always been good at dancing when she needs to.
A little while later, Lydia looks back over to the doorway of the kitchen. Stiles is gone, probably back to the friends he invited over. Lydia suddenly doesn't feel like dancing anymore and so she slumps down onto the carpet, her breath heavy.
"If you aren't dancing anymore, go get us some drinks," Sydney gives her best 'begging smile' and throws her water cup at the red head. Ally and Kira do the same and so Lydia grabs her own and tries to balance each cup strategically as she tip-toes towards the kitchen. The girls had decided to have at least three cups of water that night, purely to lower the risk of a terrible hangover.
Lydia hums to the music she can still hear as she starts to fill each cup with water from the tap and smiles to herself when she hears a squeal, thump and then a fit of laughter.
"Nice dance moves," a voice sounds behind her and she jumps, dropping one of the cups on the floor as she twists around. It's Stiles, of course it's Stiles. She suddenly feels very embarrassed about her dancing display and regrets ever standing up from that carpet.
"You scared the crap outta me!" she giggles. She's mastered the skill of looking calm and collected around Stiles; she's had years to perfect it after all.
"Sorry," he laughs, standing next to her with a glass in his hand. She makes room for him at the sink and they both fill their cup in silence, the only sound being the music and giggles from the other room.
"Where are your friends?" Lydia hiccups, struggling to keep her words from sounding slurred.
"They went home a few minutes ago. Scott has work tomorrow and Isaac's seeing his girlfriend tonight," he tells her, leaning against the counter and sipping at his glass. Lydia licks her lips unintentionally as she watches his mouth and then quickly snaps herself out of it.
"Why don't you come hang with us?" she points her thumb behind her, as if he didn't already know where they were – the girls are so loud, the entire road probably knows where they are.
"Sorry, drunk squealing girls aren't really my thing," he grins.
"Really? I thought everyone loved when teenage girls scream in their ear," she feigns surprise and he laughs.
"I'm going to bed, get Sydney to turn the music down please," he rolls his eyes and she smiles.
"I can try but I make no promises. You know better than anyone how defiant your sister can be," Lydia glances through the door at the three girls, all of them lying on the floor in a heap of laughter.
"Night Lyds," Stiles smiles, backing out of the room and then turning around. Her heart dances and she smiles sheepishly. She loves that nickname, specifically when it comes from his mouth.
Lydia snaps herself out of her daydream and starts picking up the water filled cups, carefully taking them back into the room and handing one to each of the girls. They all stay up until after 3:00am, they stopped checking the time after that. When they all finally settle down and the music is turned off, Lydia is left to think about the boy with caramel eyes in silence. The boy with the wonderful hair, spiked up in all directions. The boy with the beautiful moles scattered along his cheek like a constellation of stars she wants to count. She smiles as she thinks of him, and she finally goes to sleep dreaming of him.
When Lydia wakes in the morning, the room is tidy. Allison and Kira are gone and Sydney is staring at the TV screen with a bowl of cereal in her hand. The strawberry blonde expects the worst as she sits up, but surprisingly it isn't that bad. Of course she is hung over, not even a superhero would be okay after the amount she drank last night. But it's not as bad as she thought it would be.
"Morning," Sydney says without even looking at her. Lydia stands up and stumbles into the kitchen to grab some food. She greets the Sheriff, who is sitting at the table with a paper in his hand and a coffee lying in front of him. He smiles fondly at her and continues to read his paper. She guesses he'll be gone soon; his uniform is on.
Lydia sits for a little while, watching the TV screen with Sydney while the girls eat their breakfast and then Lydia grabs her bag from underneath the coffee table, where she left it.
"I'm gonna go and use your shower," she tells the brunette as she heads towards the stairs. She already knows what the plan for today is: absolutely nothing. She'll hang with Sydney and maybe go and grab a take-away but that's the only reason she'll leave this house today.
When showered and dressed with the baggiest and comfiest clothing she owns, Lydia steps out of the bathroom. Just as she does that, Stiles steps out of his bedroom… shirtless. Any sleepiness she felt a few seconds ago is knocked out of her, along with her breath. And she realises that she's never seen him shirtless before, not since they were a lot younger and at a pool party or something like that. She cannot believe how amazing his body is – and she's talking abs and muscles that make girls go weak at the knees. He's on the phone, laughing about something.
"Alright, see ya later babe," he smiles and then ends the call. Lydia's heart sinks and she completely forgets about his shirtless torso in front of her. Well, not completely… I mean come on. She knows he was talking to his girlfriend, Malia Tate. The hottest girl Lydia knows, and she doesn't even really know her.
"Morning," he smirks, raising an eyebrow at her choice of clothing for the day. Lydia always wears something stylish, usually some form of skirt and top or a dress. "Hung over?"
"Not as bad as I thought I would be, but yes," she laughs, trying to ignore the way his body moves when he laughs. She doesn't know whether she wants him to put on a shirt or not.
"By the way, can I ask you a favour?" Stiles asks, his eyebrows furrowing in the way they always do when he's asking a question.
"Shoot," she manages to say. She's actually doing pretty well considering who's standing in front of her and what he's wearing: aka no shirt.
"I'm failing econ, and I know you're like… really smart. Coach is telling me I can't be on the team if I don't get my grade up, so I was wondering-"
"You want my notes?" Lydia cuts in and Stiles smiles at her.
"I was gonna ask if you could help me study, but notes would be great. Thanks," he starts backing away from her towards the bathroom. Lydia wants to slap herself. If she hadn't cut into his sentence, he would have asked her to study with him.
"Wait," she blurts out before she can stop herself. He turns back around, silently telling her to continue and now she has no choice. "It would probably be easier to understand if I help you study. You know, my notes aren't really that great. I can understand them but you might not be able to, so…"
"Okay cool," he nods as if it's nothing. "Come over tomorrow after school, if you're not still hung over, and we can study in my room. I gotta see Malia today and obviously you aren't at your best capacity right now," he grins.
She nods, not trusting her voice at the moment. One of the places she's always known is off limits at the Stilinski house is Stiles' bedroom. And now she's helping him study, she'll finally get to see the inside of it.
Lydia heads downstairs, cringing as she thinks of what Sydney will say when she tells her what just happened.