I heard him take a deep breath in and
as he exhaled spearmint danced into the air.
His fingertips laid lightly on my waist traced figure eights, giving me chills.
He started humming something..
The tune unfamiliar, yet beautiful, quietly rang throughout the room.
The humming ceased into an eerie echo,"Lydia, don't cry. Please.. I'm-I.. Uhm, it's going to be okay."
All I could do was lay there. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move.
The world stopped.
I saw him.
The way he looked at me.
The way his brown eyes seemed to hold every star within them.
He smiled. That smile that made me melt from the inside out.
"Lydia, it's okay. I'll be fine. I have to do this," he held out his hand to me.
I reached for it, but with no avail.
So I tried again. This time almost touching his fingertips. Those fingertips that waltzed figure eights over my skin.
Every time my hand couldn't go further, the more I wanted to scream.
"Lydia," he said, still reaching out to me. "Lydia, why don't you care?" He started raising his voice,"Why don't you love me how I love you?"
He was screaming now.
Then he stopped.
The world stopped again.
And he started to cry.
"Stiles," I whispered as I stared into his sad eyes, which seemed to no longer hold any stars.
I reached out to him one last time before everything ended.
Before I woke up screaming.
"Lydia! Lydia! It's okay! Do you hear me, Lyd?!" A voice yelled as two delicate hands shook me until my eyes shot open.
"Lydia! You're okay.. Whew, I was really worried this time." Allison breathed as she sat down on my bed.
"How bad was it this time?" I winced at the thought of what it had to be like to have your best friend screaming bloody murder during a simple sleep over.
"Pretty bad.." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bed to my window,"He's been here since ten."
Allison motioned down to a blue jeep with a sleepless Stiles sitting in the drivers seat. "He refuses to leave when you sleep. He's refused to be too far from you. Stiles has been like this since the kidnapping at his friends party. He must really care about you!" She said sarcastically as she made numerous gagging noises and playfully punching my arm.
"Yeah, he must," I whispered as I stared at the jeep in Allison's driveway,"Stiles.."