Lydia Martin walked over to her window and opened it just a crack, even though it was a hot July night. The last couple of days had been hard on her; people were getting murdered again, and the pack had been working late nights trying to hunt down the killer. Lydia went to her closet and grabbed a book from the top shelf. She sat on her bed and was starting to read, when there was a knock on her door. Stiles walked in.
"Hey Lydia, I just came to check on you-"
Lydia slammed the book shut and tried to hide the title.
"Stiles. I-I'm fine. Thank you for checking on me." Her relationship with Stiles was complicated. He had always had a crush on her, and she had always known it. It was when he finally moved on from her that she realized she liked him back. But by then it was too late.
"What are you reading?" He asked trying to look at the book, "And why is your window open? It's like 1000 degrees outside, you're letting the cold air get out".
Lydia rolled her eyes, "It's barely open, and I'm not going to tell you...Because then you'll make fun of me".
Stiles turned around and sat on her bed, looking Lydia directly in the eyes. His voice was soft and full of sincerity. "I would never make fun of you Lydia".
Lydia's heart melted a little hearing these words. "Fine. When I was little," she started, "my parents used to fight a lot. I would get so upset that I would just stare out my window hoping...hoping that Peter Pan would come and take me away to Neverland". Lydia thought that Stiles would laugh, or even crack his usual smile but he didn't. He sat there quietly, waiting for her to finish her story.
"Then I would read my fairytale book," Lydia lifted up the book in her hands revealing the cover to Stiles, "and pretend that I was one of the characters in it. I guess it became a habit of mine, opening the window whenever I got upset. When Allison died I left it open for weeks..." Lydia started to tear up thinking of her best friend. That was the hardest week of her life.
Stiles pulled Lydia into an embraced and stroked her hair. "It's ok, it's ok. I know it's been a rough week..." After Lydia had calmed down, Stiles took the fairytale book in his hands and started to look through it. "So which of these stories is your favorite?"
"Cinderella. It was my favorite movie too," Lydia said, "I watched it so often the VHS broke".
"Wow," Stiles muttered, "Disney World must be a dream come true for you".
"Actually I've never been there.."
Stiles looked up in bewilderment, " You've never been to Disneyworld?" Lydia shook her head. "I used to go when I was little, course I haven't been there since my mom died...Anyway you'd love it there".
Stiles then got very silent. "Stiles? You ok?" Stiles jerked his head up as if he had got lost in his thoughts and just remembered Lydia was there.
"Yeah, I should probably go". Lydia's heart sank into her chest. She didn't want him to leave so soon, but Stiles got up and walked away. At the last moment, when he reached the door, Stiles turned around and said, "Lydia, if you ever feel like this again, text me. I'll come for you". And he was gone. Lydia grabbed the pillow that he was leaning on earlier, it still smelled like him. She curled up in her bed with it in her arms and fell asleep.