NOTE: Stiles and Lydia are NOT dating. Jut friends. Anyways here's chapter 2
Isaacs POV:
I jolted awake around 11:15 in the morning. Which is a little on the late side, but I'm certain I could've squeezed in a few more hours of sleep. The only reason I woke up was Allison. She came barging in my room, Scott in tow, screaming about how she couldn't find Lydia or Stiles.
"Maybe they're sleeping. It is a Saturday. And it's only eleven." I muttered sleepily, burying my head in a pillow. This was a total Allison moment. Drama at its finest, really.
Beautiful, really. 'No, Isaac, stop.' I muttered in my head. She made an advance towards my bed, and sat down.
"Lydia never sleeps in. She always goes for a morning jog! And Stiles- according to Scott- rarely sleeps in. He likes Saturday morning cartoon..." Allison's voice drifted off, and I couldn't help but laugh. Really, Stiles, cartoons?
"Well why don't we just go to Stiles house first and then Lydia's? Duh." I sarcastically asked. The two nodded, slowly. Allison pulled her keys out of her purse, and we all headed for the sheriffs house.
We arrived at the Stillinski residence less than ten minutes later, and Allison and Scott literally ran to the door. I walked at a healthy pace behind them- this really wasn't that big of a deal. By the time I reached the door Scott was already reaching under the mat for the key. I looked carelessly over my shoulder and noticed Stiles car was there, but the sheriffs wasn't.
Scott clicked the lock, and we burst in, running- or in my case walking- up the stairs. We didn't have to bust his bedroom door down- it was cracked opened. Scott put his arm out in front of Allison, to stop her from going in first, and quietly cracked the door. There was a strange sight in front of us.
Stiles was lying on his bed, his arms wrapped around another person, buried under blankets. I could just see a few strands of strawberry blonde hair peeking out. "Lydia..?" I asked, confusedly staring at the pair.
Stiles began stirring, and cautiously pulled his arm out from under the sleeping girl. She pushed the covers off her, still asleep, and we all cringed- really we were expecting lingerie. However, she was dressed in a Harvard sweatshirt, and a pair of beacon hills lacrosse pants. Stiles smiled at her dazedly, very sappy, really. He obviously hadn't noticed us and I was tempted to back away- they were safe and Stiles had clearly always wanted this.
However Scott clearly wanted something else. He cleared his throat, and Stiles nearly rolled off the bed. Scott was raising his eyebrows suggestively, and Stiles shushed him quietly, shaking his head as if to say 'this isn't what it looks like, I swear.' Scott just kept smiling, which probably attributed to the growing blush on his cheeks. He quietly got out of bed, and pushed all of us out of the room, closing the door silently behind him.
"Stiles, what going on?" Scott was still smiling, and Stiles blush deepened- again. I was really tempted to interject- the poor boy was as red as a tomato- but I secretly wanted to know what was going on.
"Well her mom's out of town and she doesn't like being alone. So I let her stay here." Stiles managed to mutter. "That's all that happened, I swear." Scott and Allison were still smiling, but they nodded and decided not press the subject further- for now, and nodded for me to follow them as they went down the stairs.
"Well that was entertaining." I laughed when we finally made it back to the car. "I didn't know a human could get that red!" We all joined in a chorus of laughter.
"They know they like each other." Allison whispered, to herself more than anyone else. Sounded like a familiar situation to me.
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