Stiles looked down at his textbooks coldly. He didn't care about any of this, but he did care about graduating so... He rubbed his face and groaned. He was about to close the book when he heard a knock downstairs. Stiles frowned and looked at the clock, it was ten. Another knock.
Stiles grabbed his bat out of the closet and made his way downstairs. When he got to the door he held the bat firmly and swung it open. Lydia stood on the other side and even in the dark Stiles could tell she'd been crying. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. No requiring further explanation Stiles stepped out and wrapped his arms around her. She clenched his shirt and Stiles felt tears soak through it.
Stiles carefully walked backwards and closed the door with his foot. He walked them all the way to the couch and sat down. Lydia sniffled and pulled away, her eyes bloodshot. "It sucks... Stiles, I-" she stopped and clenched her teeth. He knew, the pain of losing two friends, so close in timing. Gently he took her hand and held it, "I know Lydia. I feel it everyday, everyday." Lydia shuddered, "How do we get used too this? Too seeing our friends die, and..." She looked up at him, "Stiles, please tell me how we do this."
He shook his head, "I don't know, Lydia. I wish I knew how to not feel the pain but... I think that means we wouldn't feel joy. Happiness these days is precious and rare, so if we have to live a month of pain, for a day of joy I'd do it. You know?" Lydia was silent for a moment, but replied, "Can I stay here? Mom's not home and I have no clue where dad is these days." Then she whispered quietly, "I don't want to be alone."
Stiles nodded, "Of course. Come on, I'll help you up." Reaching up, Lydia took his hand and he walked her into his room. Stiles shoved everything off of his bed and scrambled to his closet to get the extra blanket and pillows. He tossed them into the armchair in the corner and said, "You sleep in my bed, I'll take the chair." He started to walk away but heard, "Stiles... Can you-?"
Stiles nodded and climbed into the bed. "Thank you, I just don't want to be alone." Stiles nodded and pulled the blanket from the chair and wrapped up in it.
The next morning, he woke up to light breathing. Lydia's head rested on his shoulder and her breathing was quiet. She was still sleeping. Stiles tried to move without waking her up, but failed. She opened her eyes and yawned, then realized she had slept with her head on his shoulder. Instead of jumping up like Stiles had expected, she put her head back down on his shoulder and sighed. "I didn't sleep at all," she whispered.
Stiles laughed, "I know. You're very restless and you sleep fight. I've got the bruises to prove it." Lydia groaned, "I'm sorry, Stiles. I-" he shook his head, "Don't worry about it. Do you want some coffee? Or yea? I can make some breakfast if you want. " Lydia smiled and Stiles heard a deep sigh, "Coffee sounds great. Breakfast sounds better. Together... I think that I love you right now. " Stiles laughed and slowly got up, stretched back and yawned. "Okay. Eggs and bacon it is... Rest up, I'll call when it's done."
Stiles never got the chance to call, or even cook. When he got downstairs there where men waiting for him, "Follow us or I'll have Jack here go shoot your girlfriend." Stiles didn't hesitate, he followed the men out the door without a word.