Summary: After her father found her passed out, he decides to move her across the country after taking a promotion. They move to Beacon Hills, which to Bonnie is normal to an extreme point. Unfortunately Bonnie does not ever get to be normal. BonniexStiles
Thank you to everyone that is enjoying and reading this. As crummy as it is, y'all are getting some kind of life from it, and for that I can only be appreciative of everyone. I am so sorry for this late chapter. I had to re write it twice (one because I did not like what I wrote, and twice because of the latest episode of Teen Wolf) so here you go. It is not my favorite, and ultimately I had to rearrange (once again) the story..so yeah.
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Stiles could confirm that watching people make out was absolutely annoying and satisfying. Well maybe it was because he was the one not doing I., Stiles had to admit the sight of Allison and Scott go at it like it was the first time they had seen each other in the longest of times would have been cute if they had not been trying to sneak around like they do. He did not have as much sympathy for them when they used him as a messenger boy, and a mock partner for love notes. Sure Stiles was happy for his best friend, and sure he liked Allison as a person, but there was no where in hell he enjoyed being the middle man in their otherwise dangerous relationship.
So to sit and watch them be together without him sitting in the middle was wonderful. Unfortunately it left him and Lydia feeling uncomfortable. So instead of sitting and lapping in the second hand embarrassment that was young love, they relocated to Stiles room, which was actually clean for once.
Sitting there, trying to actually study and talk.
"So..."
Lydia gave Stiles a tight smile as she scanned the page she had taken vigorous notes on for any missed information. Stiles had admired everything about Lydia, but her intelligence was something he held to the highest honor. Stiles knew that Lydia was smart, he had known when in the third grade she could multiply double digits. She was destined for greatness, something beyond Beacon Hills and the trouble it brings, and once upon a time, Stiles had wanted to be apart of that.
But he knew she would never want him. She would never give him a chance to prove he could support and love her the way she deserved. Stiles had to admit that he was not bitter; well he could not be bitter over something like this. He had no right to.
"Stiles?"
The teenaged boy came out of his own thoughts, focusing on his last crush.
"Yes Lydia?"
Sometime during Stiles' escapade in his mind, Lydia replaced the book she had out with another textbook. She had not even started the notes yet, only having the subject and the date written down.
"What do you think of Allison and Scott?"
Stiles gave her the most perplexed look.
"Uh. They are cute. I mean they work. But looking at the fact that Allison's family isn't exactly supportive of their relationship, and them having to hide it, I worry sometimes."
Stiles thought that was a safe enough answer. He knew their was a chance that Scott could hear them, if he was not fully focused on Allison. Lydia gave him a look that sent chills up his spine. It also brought back every stirring emotion he thought had disappeared.
Stiles noticed the silence that had followed his last words. Lydia was sitting on his bed, staring at him.
No she was studying him.
But why? Except for a few exceptions, Stiles had never been that big on her radar. Unless needed, she regarded him with little concern. So to Stiles, it was a little understandable as to why he seemed frightened by Lydia's stoney gaze.
"Stiles?"
Again she calls him. Like he was not there. Well Stiles was going in and out of his head to contemplate his emotions about the strawberry blonde sitting on his bed.
"Yes?"
"What do you think of me?"
Sirens, fire alarms, buzzers were all going off in his head. This had to be a trap.
"You know how I feel about you Lydia."
Stiles hoped and prayed that was enough.
"You think the world of me Stiles. I know that."
Stiles watched as Lydia stood up and moved to his window. It felt like one of those moments in a movie. One that Stiles had dreamed of. With the very girl that was standing at his window right now. But it was different now.
"It's true. I do think the world of you Lydia. I mean I have been kissing the ground you walked on for the last decade. You are perfect in every way. You are smart, beautiful, amazing at everything you do. You don't take shit from people, except Jackson, but that's because you love so hard. Lydia are the perfect person, and I just see you going through life later, with it in the palm of your hands. And I will be honest. I wanted to be apart of that. Even if it was just to help you appreciate who you are, or be a filler in the line of romances for Lydia Martin, I wanted that. I wanted to be by your side, if just for a moment: to hold your hand, or to play with your hair. To feel the weight of your head on my chest as I listen to you sleep. To just kiss you, even for the briefest of seconds. Just to have you, and be yours."
Stiles could see Lydia looking at him through the window. Her expression had softened, going from her focused and studying look, she was seemed to have a sad smile. Endearing, yet knowing. Stiles understood. It was the look that sad one thing.
"Stiles. I appreciate how you feel. It sounds so callous to just say it like that, though I don't know what other way I could say it. I wish I had taken the time to see you before, but I know that things might not ave changed. But to have someone think of me that way. To value me like that, when they don't have to."
She stopped, turning her attention to the house across the from his window. The window was open, and Lydia could see into the room. It looked nice, and from what Lydia could tell, a typical teen girl room. Part of her wanted to know who lived there, maybe she could learn about this girl, maybe she could be her. Just to leave behind the life she had created for herself.
Being Lydia Martin was no fun for Lydia. Especially not now. Not when she was questioning her sanity.
"Thank you Stiles. I am truly grateful to know there are people who do care. I mean I know my family does, and Allison is just a naturally caring person. But you are not Stiles. You have no reason to. And after over a decade, you still do. Even if you are moving on from me."
Stiles' insides dropped at that. How did she know?
"Who is she?"
"What?"
Lydia turned her attention to him, her eyes scanning him, as if she was picking for any evidence that might give her a clue.
"I could help you get her affections Stiles. I mean it won't be hard. You have a certain charm to you, but it is so wild that it can be off putting. With my help you could have this girl."
Stiles sat there listening to her. He did not know if it was an actual offer, or a joke. There was some of the old Lydia in there, but the Lydia he had listened to, the softer, tired one was still very much prominent.
"You could have anyone."
Bonnie should have just left it alone.
She let out a sigh trying to regain back the good afternoon she was having.
After her second day of school, following an eventful night, Bonnie was determined to have a night to herself. A night that was going to be as boring ass possible. As it turned out, in Beacon Hills that was not impossible. As soon as Bonnie got home she felt herself relax. The first thing she did was actually go take a nap. It was only an hour long, but she woke up feeling a a bit refreshed. Her father had been home, cooking dinner for them. Bonnie was not the greatest, she was decent, but ultimately she was not made for the kitchen on a grand scale. The dinner was nice,, with little conversation. After that Bonnie went to study, only interrupting it to take a shower.
It was then when she came down from her average person high.
Bonnie stood at the mirror looking over herself. She picked at herself, thinking over her flaws, and plotting ways to fix them. Bonnie knew weight gain would never happen with her magical metabolism, so she accepted her tiny frame. She remembered meeting Lydia, and how she envied her figure. They were roughly the same height, but Lydia was admittedly thicker. Bonnie had never been that insecure about herself. Truthfully she had come to accept that she was not going to look like Caroline, or Lydia, or Erica, or Allison, or Elena. She would always be the best friend to girls like them. She would not be the popular pretty girl with the banging body, the sexy girl, or the beautiful one that no one could possibly be with.
She was Bonnie, the best friend.
Bonnie knew that she would never change herself. She was happy with herself. Hell she had pulled a few looks from quite a few guys. But how many did she keep? How many guys would openly admit to finding her attractive? How many would just stare into her eyes and tell her that she is beautiful. Just take their hand, and just let it glide across her cheek? How many would let her lie her head on their chest, and she just listen to their heartbeat.
Not many.
She was not the type to have guys gladly run to her from all directions and be hers. She was quiet, cute, somewhat friendly, somewhat likeable.
She was Bonnie, the best friend.
It was around nine at night when Bonnie took a break from her books and stretched. She had finished everything but her chemistry homework. Bonnie had passed Chemistry with a B, and thought she had been done with that vile subject. But Beacon Hills had other ideas. Unfortunately Bonnie was missing a chunk of her notes, for whatever strange reason. There was no way she was going to get this done unless she went to the one person she knew who could help her.
Looking at her window, she wondered if she should go over there or not. She could just scream out his name and see if he would respond? But that would be so creepy.
Finally she decided to just go over there. It was not a far walk.
Bonnie worked up the courage to go talk to him. But just for the notes. Today did not have to be discussed, or alluded to. Obviously Stiles did not want to talk about it, so she was not going to press something as small as a kiss.
"It was nothing."
Something was off. Correction, everything was off. Bonnie could feel it as soon as she stepped outside of her room, noticing the chill in the air. Bonnie thought that was an understatement; it was freezing. Bonnie was only a t-shirt and some shorts, so the impact of the frosty air took effect.
"Why is the house so cold?"
Bonnie did not expect an answer, instead she made her way through the house, looking for a possible explanation. All the windows were closed, and the thermostat was on a decently warm setting. As she made her way down stairs she noticed it was much colder. The source was coming from there. The lights had been turned off, Bonnie had figured that her dad had gone to bed early. But why would her dad not come say goodnight to her? She walked towards the front door, noticing that it was wide open.
Bonnie's sense of danger was ringing.
Something was there. Something was in the house.
Bonnie turned super witch on, and the first thing she had to do was find her dad. She flew up stairs, searching each room. Every one of them were empty.
"Fuck."
She ran back down stairs, fear rising in her. The first place she checked was the kitchen. That was where he was last. When Bonnie came in, her stomach sunk lower in fear. No one was there. She ran to the living room, only to find it deserted as the rest of the house. Bonnie turned and ran toward the garage. Once again, nothing. Bonnie started to breathe heavier when she thought about his car not being there. She made her way back inside of her house, feeling how much colder it had gotten. Bonnie could see her breathe, but that was not her concern.
Her dad was missing, and she did not know where he was. The only thing she had could have been taken from her, and she would have never known. Bonnie was about to go call the police, when she noticed a figure standing in the hall way.
Bonnie could not see it, only making out that it was possibly female.
"Bonnie Bennett. Looks like I found you."
That voice sent chills down Bonnie's spine. She knew that voice. The one time Bonnie had had a glass of Burbin, it had burned her throat, and went down so slowly for a liquid. That was what Bonnie thought when she heard that voice. Her voice was heavy and slow. Almost as if she had a slight drawl to it. There was an edge, as if she was on the verge of killing something. Bonnie would not doubt it. That was how she worked.
The figure, a female sped out of the room, to what Bonnie assumed was the front door. Bonnie ran outside, scared by the fact that she had access to her house.
How did that happen? How could she?
Bonnie needed to get answers, but she knew that she would have to chase her outside.
She did not have to run far, as soon as she stepped outside, she was met with her dad. He was carrying a bunch of bags. Had he gown to the store?
At nine at night?
Bonnie hated him at that moment.
What she was lost on was the other one.
"Oh Bonnie, glad you are here. I need your help with the groceries."
Bonnie looked at her father, noticing him trying to hold onto what looked like ten bags at once.
"Dad it is late we could have done this later."
Her dad was about to speak again, when she came by his side. Bonnie eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry, I think this is my fault. I just came by to surprise you Bonnie, and so your father answered the door. I told him why I was here and he invited me to stay for the time being."
"I very well could not let her go hungry Bonnie. So I went shopping, she came along. We just got back."
Mr. Bennett told the girls to get the rest of the bags, and he went inside, commenting on how cold it was, and wondering why.
Bonnie stood her ground, scared of her new guest intentions.
She had to have been around Bonnie's age, maybe a little older. She had a dusty light color to her. Her eyes were brown, and her hair was a mass of curly brown waves. She was tall and slender. She was indeed beautiful, but Bonnie could see all the evil in her. But she knew that from experience.
The girl smiled at Bonnie, cocking her head to the side.
"Well are you not going to say hello to me?"
"Hello. Katherine."
A/N: Bum Bum Bum...yeah. So I decided to add Katherine in the mix. Originally it was going to by Tyler!Klaus, but I decided against that. Katherine is much more fun. I like Katherine. Okay so this isn't the best, and to be honest the whole Bonnie portion was just eh for me...
Well anyway another chapter will be up sooner than this one.
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