*Please note Stiles and Lyida are not together for the first few chapters,
I have this entire story outlined, it's going to be 22 chapters!
The twins are now good people in this story
And yes, this is a companion to He noticed, but I changed it to this is the first time she goes to his house, in Junior rather than sophomore year.
That being said, every other element is the same, set during like April-May of their Junior year,
Chapter 1: Friday Night Lights.
It was just after a lacrosse game, and Stiles had scored 2 goals. Since his lessons with Scott, he had begun to excel without werewolf powers. He'd scored a last second goal, winning the game. Lydia came tumbling out of the bleachers, engulfing him in a huge hug. He lifted her up, and spun her around. Scott and Allison shared a very knowing look. They knew that Stiles and Lydia had 'something' going on, that the two would just not admit.
The entire team, and many people in the bleachers just looked at two in denial teens, who were both smiling dazedly. Lydia spun on her heel after the hug, and went back next to Allison, where the two girls would wait for Scott and Stiles to change.
"Are you riding with me and Scott?" Allison asked, full and well knowing the answer would be no.
"No, I'll just ride with Stiles… so you and Scott be alone," She added with a knowing wink, acting as if the only reason she was riding with Stiles was for her.
"We'll meet up tomorrow, noon, at my place for movie day?" Allison smiled.
"Of course!" Lydia answered, smiling at the thought of spending the day with Stiles, Scott, Allison, Isaac, Danny, Ethan, and Aidan.
"Dude, what was that hug with Lydia about!" Danny yelled at Stiles, getting many nods of approval at the question.
"Am I not allowed to hug my friend? Are Lydia hugs off limits?" Stiles sarcastically spurted out.
"It was a pretty intimate hug, buddy," Was all Danny said, cupping the boys shoulder.
"Not… Not really."
"Stiles is in denial!" Someone in the back, sounded like Isaac, yelled.
"Hey! That rhymes!" Ethan yelled back at them.
"Stupid, stupid" Was all Stiles muttered walking out the door, Scott running to keep up behind him.
Lyida saw Stiles coming before Allison saw Scott, and ran to him, muttering a quick:
"Let's get out of here!"
"As you wish, my lady," He joked, linking their arms together, and walking her to his baby blue jeep.
Once seated, Stiles began the drive to Lydia's place. Only about 3 minutes and 43 seconds later, (not that he'd been counting to calm his nerves), he felt a light pressure on his hand. He looked down to see Lydia's small, French tip manicured hand lying on top of his. He literally almost flipped the jeep, becoming so startled by such a small, affectionate act.
"Don't take me home." Her voice cracked slightly.
He had never seen the unshakable, beautiful, unstoppable Lydia Martin like this. So fragile, and coming apart so quickly.
"Where- where do you want me to take you?" He asked, his eyes full of this steady love he'd felt since he was nine years old toward the strawberry blonde, green eyed beauty.
"Take me home with you."
Lydia Martin had just said 5 words Stiles Stillinski had been waiting to hear since 3rd freaking grade! He immediately completed a totally illegal U-turn, and sped towards his house, praying he arrived home before his father.
He did, he pulled into the driveway 7 minutes and 38 seconds before his dad, and had led Lydia to his room, giving her a large Lacrosse T-shirt. She'd called her mom to tell her she'd be staying with Allison, and curled up on Stiles bed. He put on pajamas, and soon crawled next to her.
"Hey, Lyds, why didn't you want to go home?"
"I have these awful nightmares, and visions. They haunt me and keep me awake all night." "You're welcome to come over whenever you want, Lydia. You know that don't you?"
"I do now." She muttered, nestling herself into Stiles and falling into a perfect, dreamless sleep.
Sorry this is so short, I'm not really proud of it, I swear it'll get better!
5 reviews=chapter 2
It will be set throughout movie day, and just FILLED TO THE BRIM of fluff.