Lydia strode frustratingly away from Stiles' car with him following her every step.
"What am I?" she exhaled, shoving her key into her door with more force than needed. "Scott's a werewolf. Allison's a hunter. You're human. You all have titles while I'm left a gigantic question mark!"
"Lydia, you're something," Stiles said closing the front door.
Lydia rolled her eyes at the statement, scoffing.
"Stiles, if you don't know what I am just admit-"
"No, that's not what I meant."
Dropping her purse carelessly on the floor, she turned on him suddenly causing him to lose his balance.
"What did you mean then?"
Regaining his stance, he looked up at her.
"You're something. I don't mean that just as an excuse for not knowing what you are. . You are just something so special we don't have a word for it yet."
She rolled her eyes and he looked back at her seriously.
"It's not just because of your abilities but because of who you are."
He took a step forward and bore his eyes into hers.
"Lydia, we will never be able to define you. Your brilliance, your beauty, your flaws, your strength- it makes up this whole wonderful being that is left ineffable. We will never be able to define you other than what we already have and that is simply Lydia Martin. Maybe someday we'll understand it all a bit more."
He gestured his hands out.
"Or maybe we'll never know the correct term for your abilities. But you are Lydia Martin, and you can take whatever comes at you. You've proven that countless times.
"So whatever the hell you are, psychic or just damn intuitive, it doesn't matter. You are something and that is special. I just say 'something' because you are so profound, words simply won't do you justice."
Lydia wasn't sure how long they stood there staring at each other.
"You followed me inside my house," she said, just noticing.
He looked around as if to make sure and nodded, putting his hands on his waist. "Well, you seemed upset."
"I was. Not anymore. Funny how that happens," she responded as she touched the back of her head.
Another silence came, one both of them felt the need to fill- at the same time.
"Well, I should probably-"
"Do you want to come upstairs-?"
They both smiled at each other.
"Do you want to come upstairs?" Lydia repeated. Stiles nodded his head as if contemplating his decision when they both knew it was yes.
"Could watch a movie," she suggested.
"Sounds perfect."
"Do you have any movies that don't have Ryan Gosling or that aren't love based?"
"Doubt it," she responded simply, watching him sort through her movies from her bed.
Stiles could feel her eyes on him even with his back turned.
Sighing, he turned around. "How about we just opt for your favorite?" he said, holding the Notebook up to her.
Stiles put the disk in and plopped down onto the bed next to her.
He sat a good 6 inches away from her on the bed which was starting to annoy her.
"Why do you only have romantic movies?" Stiles asked, sensing her attention on him.
"I used to love a good love story.."
"Even with your parents divorcing?" he asked, finally lying back onto the bed.
"My logic was that divorce doesn't happen to everyone, but love does in different ways."
Sometime during the film, Stiles began to watch Lydia instead of the screen. She had laid her head on his chest and they both were curled up together. Both of them not paying any attention to the movie.
He could feel her breath on his neck and the prickling sensation was enough to send him overboard.
They let the credits run until they were left in silence and darkness.
"Do you love me Stiles?" she asked. Her voice was the quietest he ever heard of her.
"I do," he said, kissing the top of her head. "That's why I only want to hold you tonight."
She nodded into his chest and let herself be held by someone she knew loved her.