so i found one of my old notebooks from almost a year ago. even if it was probably hurriedly written in class, here. originally posted on ao3. un-beta'd as always. :)
"LYDIAAA!" It was Stiles, enthusiastic as he burst through the doors. Lydia was sitting in the corner of the library, and was glowing the color of irritation.
"Stiles, please keep it down, if you didn't notice, we're in a-" Lydia said, before looking up from her book and at him, "Stiles?"
He smiled at her, and took the seat across Lydia. "Like the new glasses?" he said, smirking.
"Stiles," Lydia thought he looked better in glasses.
"You..." she thought it actually looked cute on him.
"..."
"You look..."
"Ridiculous," she finally said.
"Lydia," Stiles whined, "Stop lying to yourself, these glasses are awesome!"
Lydia sighed. "So, how's your vision?"
"Well," Stiles said as he got up from his chair, and started his slow stride towards her, "It's still a bit blurry,"
Lydia rolled her eyes.
"You know I can still see how beautiful you are without my glasses, but..." he said, putting his face nearer to Lydia's.
Lydia let out an exasperated sigh.
"It's still blurry."
Finally he kissed her. Lydia tried to hide it, but she couldn't stop smiling.
