Chapter 1
It had only been a day since she had seen him. Well actually it had been exactly fourteen hours and twenty-seven minuets, but who was counting. Lydia walked the steps up to his door and began knocking lightly. A few seconds passed and just when she was about to turn around and leave, someone finally answered the door. Sheriff Stalinski's smile was bright and welcoming, he instantly pulled her into a hug. "Lydia,how have you been?" "I've been great, thank you." She said as he released her. Lydia walked into the house and the sheriff closed the door behind her. "Stiles is in his room, I'm sure you know that. I can barley get the kid out of there long enough to eat dinner ."
The sheriff's words drifted away as Lydia walked further down the hall. When she reached Stile's room she was once again hesitant. She had never just shown up randomly at his house. It had taken her half the day to just get the courage to drive to his house. But, instead of knocking she opened the door and let herself in. She saw him sitting in front of his computer, an ink pen pressed between his lips. The brown haired boy was so enamored in his research that he didn't even hear the door open. Lydia quietly inched toward him and covered both of his eyes with her hands. Immediately the pen fell from his lips and he leaned back in his chair. "Guess who?" Lydia whispered her lips inches away from his ear. "I know it's not Scott," he said his mouth forming a smirk. "Your Chanel perfume is a dead give away Lyds." He said opening his eyes to look at her.
Suddenly she was very curious about what he had been staring at with such concentration. She moved her neck closer to the computer screen, causing her blond curls to dance across his neck . She grabbed the mouse pad and scrolled down the page. "What is this?" She ask turning to look at him. "I was just researching something for a paper I have to write in my comp class. " Stiles said, as he pulled her by the waist so that she could sit in his lap. Lydia put her hands up in protest. "I thought you were done looking for her. You promised that you were going to stop obsessing over this Desert Wolf thing." The last word she said had came out a bit too harshly. She sighed and decided she needed to sit down. She took a spot on the floor next to his chair. Her eyes still staring at him in confusion.
Stiles turned his computer off and turned his chair so that he could look at her. "Lydia I also promised Malia that I would find her mother. I am not the kind of guy that breaks promises to his best friends. I'm not obsessing, just doing research. I'm looking to see if there have been any animal attacks outside of Beacon Hills that seem suspicious." He had tried to pick the right words to say so that she would understand how he felt. He searched her face for some sort of response. "Lydia, I'm so happy to see you. Why do we have to talk about this now?" He reached his arm out to touch her cheek. She smiled and pulled herself up so that she could wrap her arms around his waist. She laid her head down on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "I thought that this year we were going to focus on graduating high school. Being normal teenagers that go to school dances and don't have to worry about loosing their lives every day."
The feeling of Lydia Martin latching herself onto his body really did feel amazing. It was all that he had ever dreamed of. He tightened his arms around her and lowered his mouth to her ear. "Does that mean you want to dance with me again?" His voice was deep and made the hairs on Lydia's next stand up. The blond quickly pulled away and slapped him playfully in the stomach. "Stop changing the subject. I'm serious. Both of us were almost killed several times. Isn't it time that we start living our lives again?" Her face got serious and just when a tear was about to drop from her eye, Stiles grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "Lydia, this is our lives. We can't take back anything that has happened. We have to stick with one another. We are all apart of Scott's pack. We protect eachother." He said still holding her chin. His eyes darted away from hers as he became very aware of how close her bright pink lip glossed lips were to his. He was so close to her he could feel her warm breath against his mouth. He licked his lips and just as he was about to lean in his bedroom door opened quickly. There stood Malia clothes drenched, her wet hair clinging to her rosey cheeks. "What the hell is this!" She said with a deep growl.