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"Allison please! You have to come along.." Lydia nagged her best friend, Allison. They sat on her bed as Lydia told everything that happened in the last twelve hours to her. And now Lydia was stressing over the cinema. Never has this happened to her, never has she gotten nervous over a teenage boy. A very attractive one.
"Lyds, you'll be fine" Allison told her reassuringly. Allison had dark hair that stopped at her shoulder and pale skin like Lydia. But Allison had a more obvious beautiful face, she had high cheekbones and her eyes matched her hair. Lydia thought that people had to really look at her to notice her own beauty. She was always insecure about that.
"No, I won't, he's going with all of his friends and I'm just going with Jackson! Please..." Lydia whined. Allison laughed and then sighed noticing Lydia's upset expression.
"Fine, he better be worth it" Allison sighed. Lydia broke out into a smile and threw her arms around her best friend.
"I love you" Lydia laughed.
"I know you do," Allison sighed pulling back, Lydia bit her lip just thinking about what could happen in a couple of hours, "I'm gonna bring Kira though, I'm not third wheeling with you and Jackson"
"That's fine," Lydia said, she sighed with relief at her best friend. She was really happy Allison decided to move to Beacon Hills, "Is it alright if we just coincidently bump into each other at the cinema, I don't want Jackson thinking that I didn't want to be there alone with him"
"Sure," Allison said, then she paused and surveyed Lydia, a smile played on her red lips, "Why not?"
Lydia chewed the inside of her cheek and avoided eye contact with Allison, "I just don't want Jackson thinking I have something going on with Stiles, because I don't"
Lydia shrugged and tried to act it off cool but her mouth was dry and she felt the blood rush to her ears, "So what does this Stiles look like?"
"He's got brown hair," Lydia stated, she shut her eyes and she pictured the young boy she spent last night with, "And his eyes are like honey, and he has billions of moles, and he's tall, a lot taller than me"
"Is he hot?" Allison blurted. Lydia opened her eyes and stared at Alliosn. She had a smile on her face and she was intently looking at Lydia.
"Yes," Lydia said slowly, her face ripping into a smile she tried to hold back, "He is highly attractive"
"Do you think he hangs out with 'highly' attractive people?" Allison asked. Lydia laughed at her and threw her a big blue cushion in the general direction of her head. Allison hadn't had a serious relationship for a good six-seven months. Where as Lydia was always dating. Well Lydia's serious relationships never led to sex, they were all pricks, and even though it was cliché she didn't think she should lose it over some stupid boy. And she definitely wasn't frigid, the complete opposite. Boys we just stupid gorms.
Allison seemed to sense what she was thinking about, she eyed her for a minute before she spoke, "Is Stiles a virgin?"
Even though Lydia expected it because she watched Allison watch her, her mouth went dry. She wasn't sure why exactly, as if it was some big protected secret he didn't want anyone to hear even though he had told a girl he knew all of forty minutes.
"Yeah," She said quietly, she sighed and fell onto her back, her cushions softening the fall "He didn't seem worried to tell me, really, but i was to scared to tell him"
"Lydia, it doesn't matter if you haven't had sex yet, you've only just turned 16" Allison told her with a small smile, Lydia frowned and rested her head on one hand so she looked Allison in the face. She felt stupid for dismissing the question when Stiles asked her because he had openly told her.
"I know, i just want to get it out of the way" Lydia sighed, because she wanted to get it over and done with. That then she could work on finding the one she wanted it to feel amazing with.
"Believe me, find the right one," Allison told her gripping onto her wrist.
"Yeah," Lydia sighed, "I don't know why I'm gushing over him, I have a boyfriend"
"Exactly," Allison smiled, she matched Lydias position on her elbow so that they were level and facing each other, "Stop worrying, you're a killer for the boys, stop stressing over one thats in love with someone else"
Lydia nodded and returned Allisons sweet smile. Lydia did like Stiles, she just didn't want to admit it because she knew he loved someone else. A girl that was prettier, taller and just generally better than her, she pushed the feeling away and focused on getting ready for tonight. She had to look casual but casual enough to impress.
"What are you wearing tonight?" Lydia asked her sitting up, Lydia was still anxious and Allison felt it.
"Lydia, stop stressing," She told her calmly, Lydia chewed the inside of her cheek as she stared at Allison, "I've never seen you like this about a boy, what's so good about this Malia girl that makes you feel like shit?"
"God, Allison, if you would have seen her, no wonder why he's in love," Lydia sighed, "Shes just everything I'm not"
"C'mon," Allison said putting an arm around her, "There has to be something we can mock her for"
Lydia giggled at her best friends attempts to make her feel better, if Lydia didn't like some neither did Allison, and vice versa.
"Well she hooked up with Issac Lahey" Lydia tried, she didn't really want to bring it up because Allison had been there too.
"What a dumb bitch" Allison laughed, Lydia smiled, not sure if Allison was putting this on, but her eyes crinkled when she laughed so she believed it. Lydia already felt a little better.
"Lets sort you something to wear," Allison said pulling her up off of the bed. Lydia smiled and let her pick out clothes for her to try to see if the combinations went well. Lydia knew she could pick her own outfits herself but she enjoyed when Allison did this. And it helped her stop thinking of Stiles.
He sighed as he wrapped a towel around his lower part of his damp body. He had half an hour. He walked over to his closet and tried to pick something out for tonight. All he wore was plaid and flannel shirts, he had worked very hard at lacrosse to make his body the shape it is. And it was hot, the least he wanted was for it to be any hotter than it was because he was with Lydia, a girl who he fancied, very much, and Malia, the girl he was in love with.
He dressed in a red shirt and jeans, he would wear shorts but without sounding to girly, he didn't want to show his legs. He combed through his growing hair and tried to style it, it always ended up in random spikes that stuck out oddly. He sighed again as he surveyed himself, just same old basic Stiles. When he first grew his hair out it was a good thing, he felt better about himself, but now it was just old. He dabbed some cologne on and checked his phone for the time. Five minutes before they had to meet. He shoved his phone in his pocket took a 20 out of his wallet and got into his jeep slamming the door as a revved his engine.
His palms began to collect sweat as he thought of seeing Malia, and seeing her tuck her hair behind her ear, seeing her laugh and smile. But then he also began to think of Lydia. His nervousness was almost overcame by the thought of her and it scared him, but wasn't that a good thing, If she calmed him?
He pulled up outside the cinema and took in a big deep breath. He was going to see Lydia with Jackson. He was going to hear about Malias not so great hook up with Issac Lahey. He got out of his car and walked towards the door. As soon as he walked in he was greeted by the smile of Malia and his heart did a flip, and he could not hear because the blood was rushing to his ears.
He felt a pat on his back to see it was Scott with Liam stood next to him.
"Whats up?"
"I'm great," Stiles said nodding and stuffing his hands in his pocket. It was clear he was anxious.
"Not nervous are you? Meting the 'boyfriend'" Liam teased.
"Liam, I am telling you that he exists, I know the kid" Stiles sighed.
"Okay! Don't get all defensive" Liam laughed, he put his hands up in mock surrender and Stiles shot him a hard look. Liam laughed as he walked away, going to bug someone else.
"It'll be okay Stiles," Scott told him nodding, "I mean even if she-" He started but trailed off as his eyes becoming focused on something behind Stiles. Stiles turns to meet his gaze and he sees two brunettes talking to one another laughing and occasionally looking around.
One is around 5,3 or 5,4 with dark hair and warm brown skin. The other one is tall, 5,7 maybe, with brown hair and brown eyes that shouldn't match her pale skin tone, but they do. They're both beautiful.
"I'm gonna go-" Scott stammers as he walks over to them. Stiles lets out a quiet laugh to himself as he stands alone yet surrounded by friends. His eyes land on Malia. Shes talking to Liam about something and he stands there with his brow furrowed and his arms crossed.
Then she tucks a stray hair behind her ear. And everything in Stile's mind goes quiet. No more static. No more shouts. Just calm, a bit like an ocean. Its like he's in a paradise of nothing, even though this is the most comforting thing to of happened. He forces himself to look away incase she catches him staring. Thats the least he would want.
Then when he shifts his head his eyes land on a strawberry blonde, a girl that has the only power to make his heart leap and to calm it. She wears a deep shade of purple on her dress and her hair was curled just like Friday night. Stood next to her was a tall buff guy. Jackson. Hah, he almost wants to yell at Liam, but where would that get him? Lydia's hand holds onto Jackson's and she smiles up at him.
Then she spots him. And his world brightens. She smiles him her dimpled smile and he returns it as best as he can because right now he's staring into a pair of green eyes he didn't realise he had so many feelings for.