I'm back! I'm still trying to set some things up before I continue onto goooooood Stydia so please bear with me. Without any further ado, here's chapter 2...
Chapter 2: Into the Woods
Lydia trudged along a partially frozen stream in the middle of the woods. The sound of her bones shivering was even louder than the sound of her teeth chattering. Lydia could see her breaths in the air and she knew it was getting colder and colder. Goddamnit she thought. Why did I have to find myself naked in the woods again? Isn't one time enough?
Lydia didn't remember how she got there or know what her banshee intuition was trying to tell her but she knew that if she didn't get somewhere warm before the sun went down, she was going to be joining all of the bodies she had found.
She sat down by a tree and tried to curl her legs up to her chest for warmth, but it wasn't doing her any good. The sun was past its highest point in the sky and she knew she had to make a decision fast.
She was so done with all of the banshee escapades. She wouldn't have been in the hospital if she hadn't gotten a concussion because she'd tripped and fallen into a hole with yet another dead body, and she definitely wouldn't be naked in the woods for a second time, facing the cold, harsh wind if she hadn't somehow left that hospital in search of another dead body.
Right now, all Lydia wanted was to curl up next to a roaring fire with a warm flannel quilt and freshly made hot cider with a nice thick book on quantum physics in her lap. She wanted to sit on a sofa, not in dead leaves and snow. She wanted to feel the heat from a fire, not the stinging of the cold wind. She wanted to be held by someone warm and understanding, not left alone in the middle of the woods to fend for herself. Oh god, she wanted to see Stiles.
Stiles. He was always there for her. Whether he was just standing by her or listening to her talk about her next physics theory or never leaving her side in the hospital when she was hurt or in a coma or finding her when she was in danger, he was just there in a button up flannel with warm hazel eyes filled with patience and spikey hair that she just wanted to run her hands through and mess up; his arms were always waiting for her, wide open to hold her and remind her that he would always have time for her. She missed him and really needed him there, now more than ever.
Lydia quickly stood up and made a decision. She needed to go home. Not her home. Her mother would just ask questions she wasn't ready to answer and take her to the hospital again where they would give her a few shots and pills to sleep it off. No. Lydia was going to where she felt the safest, to Stiles.
You have no idea how hard it is to think about how I can slowly get these characters together when I want to just smoosh them together. See you in chapter 3!