Lydia makes her path towards the kitchen to find Allison and Scott. For some reason she's feeling a little queasy, she guesses that it must have been the weird purple alcoholic drink that she bought, to try, finally catching up with her. She had a glass the day before the party and threw the bottle out due to the funky taste.
She stumbles over a pair of discarded shoes and almost falls over but manages to catch herself on the kitchen doorway. She breathes out in relief and stand up straight again, then she notices the making out couple in front of her.
Scott and Allison are engrossed in each other, their hands feeling every body part of the other that they can reach. They haven't even heard the red head, even after her tumble. Despite the disgust rising in Lydia at the sight, she still finds herself smiling and she quietly leaves the room so that she doesn't bother them – it's about time they finally do something about their feelings.
Lydia's head starts to pound painfully in time with the beat and she has an unbelievable wave of nausea. Her legs start to feel weak and shaky and she needs to sit down somewhere before she collapses.
Stiles catches her eye for a second, while still dancing, and smiles at her. She wants to smile back but she can tell she's about to vomit, any second, and rushes out of the room in a hurry. She barges through the back door and runs as far away from the house as she can. Then, she drops to her knees and sickness comes washing out.
Lydia throws up on the grass. A tear drips from the corner of her eye and rolls down her cheek. She starts to throw up again and suddenly feels someone holding her hair in a clump away from her face. She doesn't know who it is because she can't face them but she's guessing it's either Allison or Scott since she ran through the kitchen to get outside. They must have noticed her by now. She finishes vomiting but feels too ill to even move.
"Are you okay?" A deep, husky voice asks in a soothing voice. She knows the voice but it's not Scott's. Lydia jumps, spinning to face Stiles and he smiles down sympathetically at her. All she can manage to do it nod. Embarrassment floods her; he just saw her unleashing her stomach content onto the grass.
"Where's Malia?" Lydia squeaks. For some reason that's the first question that enters her head.
"Inside," he looks back at the house, "I noticed you didn't look right and just told her that I would be back in minute. Scott and Ally are in the kitchen, they saw you run out and were about to come after you but I said that I would go," he tells her. She also looks back at the house and notices the other pair looking through the slats in the kitchen window blinds.
Lydia's head is still throbbing and her stomach hurts. She wants everyone inside to leave so that she can just go to sleep and hope that it's gone in the morning.
"Want me to go and tell people the party is over?" Stiles questions as if he can read her mind. She nods and smiles weakly at him.
Stiles disappears into the house again and Lydia leans against a tree while she waits. She can kind of see Scott and Allison both helping to round up people and guide them towards the door and then Ally comes outside to see her.
"Hey Lyd, you okay?" she crouches in front of the strawberry blonde and caresses her cheek soothingly.
"I feel like I'm dying," the girl grins in response and the brunette laughs.
"How much did you have to drink?" Allison asks, turning serious as she feels Lydia's forehead with the back of her hand.
"I had three drinks, literally," Lydia groans and pushes herself to her feet, "I just need to sleep, I'll be fine"
They go inside the house and Lydia feels like screaming at the mess lining the floor and counters. She really doesn't even feel like moving anymore, let alone cleaning up. Malia is still inside, waiting for Stiles to take her home.
"I don't feel comfortable leaving Lyds with a mess like this to wake up to," Stiles admits and Malia frowns at him.
"So what're you gonna do, clean it up?" Scott asks, raising his eyebrow. It doesn't go unnoticed by anyone that his arm is around Allison's waist.
"Yeah, I am," he nods and then whispers something to Malia. She puts up a quiet argument, which he argues back to, and then she growls in frustration and nods, "Scott I need you to take Malia home for me, please"
"Uh…" Scott looks at Allison for help but she just shrugs. "Yeah, sure," he sighs and then pulls his car keys out of his pocket, "Feel better Lydia, bye" he smiles.
"Thanks Scott," Lydia replies but all she's really focused on is the fact that her and Stiles are going to be alone together in her house. Why when I finally make the right decision to be friends, things like this happen to make it harder? She silently asks herself.
The other three leave and Stiles immediately starts cleaning up. He grabs the brush leaning against one of the counters and sweeps things on the floor into a pile of trash.
"Stiles, you don't have to do this," Lydia insists but he doesn't stop. He doesn't even reply.
Another wash of weakness comes over Lydia and she drops down onto the sofa for comfort, cold and shivering. Stiles stops sweeping and stalks over to her. He reaches out his hand, like Allison had done, and places it on her forehead. She shivers harder under his touch and concern fills his expression.
"This isn't from too much alcohol," he states and she shakes her head, agreeing with him.
"I barely drank anything," she says in a hoarse voice. She feels absolutely awful.
"I'm not leaving you alone like this, is your mom coming home tonight?" he sits down next to her. She feels her heart beat pick up, which doesn't help her feel any better, and she feels the urge to kiss him. To just get it over with so that the feeling goes away but she can't, she knows that.
"She's away all weekend," Lydia tells him. The pain in her head makes her want to cry, and she involuntarily starts to.
"Hey, it's okay," Stiles wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a hug. The comfort only makes her cry harder and he whispers soothing words to her, trying to make her feel better. "I'll stay with you," he murmurs and she looks up at him with glassy eyes.
"Really?" she is genuinely surprised. Nobody has ever done anything like that for her before. He smiles down at her and nods.
"I think I know what this might be, so if you aren't better In the morning I'll take you to the doctors," he tells her and then stands up to help her get to bed. She could have gone herself, she could have managed. But she allows him to help anyway. She wants him to help.