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Stiles' Jeep is already outside Lydia's house by the time she gets out of the traffic and back home. He's leaning backwards on the hood of the car. His head turns as he watches her pull into the drive and kill the engine. She all of a sudden doesn't even really feel ill. Not much.
"Hey, sorry I didn't realise you weren't already home," he rubs the back of his neck, "You didn't have to come back if you were busy"
"No I wasn't busy. I was just on my way back from the doctors," Lydia smiles as she unlocks her front door and stands aside to let him in first. He nods at her in thanks.
"So you really have food poisoning, huh?" he pouts awkwardly, trying to make conversation.
Lydia drops down onto her sofa and pats the seat next to her, beckoning him to sit. "I thought you had news," she raises her eyebrows and he grins, plopping himself down next to her and leaning back into the chair.
"I do have news. Two pieces of news actually – one far more exciting than the other," he states and she shifts herself closer to him without even meaning to, but she doesn't move back again. She likes the warmth of his body heat. She finds a sort of comfort in it. As friends of course, she tells herself.
"Tell me the exciting one first," she beams and claps her hands together childishly. He laughs and shakes his head.
"No way. If I tell you that first, the second one will seem even worse," he argues and she pouts but doesn't say anything else. She, instead, gestures with her hands for him to continue.
"Give me the news boy, quit stalling!" she playfully digs him in the arm and he chuckles again.
"So, I heard back from coach Finstock about my place in the lacrosse team. He told me to show up for try-outs on Monday after school," Stiles speaks, twiddling his thumbs almost in an embarrassed way, "I mean it's not a place on the team but it could lead to one… if I can play"
"Are you kidding me? No freaking way Stiles, congratulations!" Lydia squeals in excitement, "I so wish I wasn't sick! I wanna come and see," she groans, cursing herself for getting food poisoning.
"Seriously?" he gazes at her with a shocked expression and she smiles warmly, their eyes meeting and he can see the sparkle in hers, "You really think it's cool?"
"Of course I do!" she frowns at him like it's obvious and then returns to her position leaning back into the seat. "Just promise me that you make it into the team so that I can come and watch you play," she winks.
"I can't promise I'll make it in but I can promise that I'll try," he laughs and she hums at him, tilting her head in a daring way.
"You better make it Stilinski. I believe in you," they both laugh and she flicks her shoes off and curls her legs underneath her. "Now what's the exciting news? I better not be disappointed now," she jokes.
"You won't be I promise," he beams mischievously and she gently thumps his arm with her fist.
"Don't leave me hanging, just tell me," she sticks out her bottom lip in a begging way and he pulls his phone out. "Stiles!" she growls in frustration.
"Just wait," he tells her and she scoffs.
"You told me you have exciting news – more exciting than the lacrosse thing- so you can't keep me hanging like-" he holds up his hands to shush her and turns his phone so that she can see what's on the screen.
Allison Argent updated her relationship status to 'in a relationship with Scott McCall'
Lydia's whole heart lifts as she reads the status and she screams in delight, jumping up and down and taking her own phone out to double check he's not just messing with her. She finds it on hers too and she squeals again.
"That's what Scott wanted to talk to be about when he urgently needed me," Stiles grins and Lydia immediately starts texting Allison with hundreds of 'You didn't tell me's and 'Oh my god about time's.
"I can't believe this, it's so great. I was really hoping that they wouldn't just forget about the whole make-out in my kitchen thing," Lydia breathes out, exhausted from her display of excitement.
"Oh and there's something else too," Stiles chews on his bottom lip, "Something that I want to get your opinion on," he swallows and rubs the back of his neck again – something Lydia has realised he does when he's nervous or anxious.
"What is it?" she asks softly, hoping to help him become less nervous to tell her.
"There's this other girl at school that I've been kind of speaking to a little. Her names Sophia and she wanted to know if I'll take her out to dinner next week," he states and Lydia can already feel her heart dropping and her excitement fading fast.
"And? If you like her go, why do you need my advice?" she looks over at the wall, not wanting him to see how disappointed she is. If he gets a girlfriend, his attention is on her. This means that Lydia loses him and she really doesn't want that. She doesn't know what she wants and she honestly wants to tell him not to go out with Sophia, but she also knows it's selfish and unfair on him.
"I want your advice on whether I should go out with her," he sighs, "I just don't know. I'm still nervous about all that because I'm a little inexperienced if I didn't mention," he rolls his eyes sarcastically. "I just wish my first kiss would be over and done with so that I could actually go on a date without it being all that I think about"
"I know how you feel, kind've. I wish I could just re-do my first kiss and have it with someone other than Jackson," Lydia smiles and he furrows his eyebrows.
"What if we just get it over with," he turns to face her and she looks back at him, completely confused. "I could just have my first kiss done with and you could have yours again"
"I don't think it works like that," Lydia shakes her head, hiding how her heart is fluctuating with a smile.
"Who says?" Stiles inches himself closer to her, "You can forget about Jackson being your first kiss. Erase it from your mind and pretend that you're starting again"
"But I haven't just kissed Jackson… I've kissed a lot of people," Lydia pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, ashamed of that fact.
"Forget about all of those, they obviously didn't mean anything to you," he shrugs and she purses her lips.
"And this kiss would?" she states honestly. He's asking her to kiss him so that he can feel comfortable on a date with another girl and kissing her. Not exactly a meaningful kiss.
"It's different, we're…friends," he takes her hand in his and she looks up into his eyes. He looks like he really means it.
Lydia considers it for a few seconds. If she kisses him then maybe the sexual feeling she has towards him will go and she can keep being his friend. Maybe she will stop being so confused about how she feels and what she wants from him.
"Okay," she decides and the corners of his mouth immediately turn upwards into a smile.
They both turn their bodies awkwardly to face each other on the seat. Strangely, Lydia feels as if it really is her first kiss all over again. She's nervous and her palms are sweating. More than that, she's scared. She's scared that she'll mess up and ruin his first kiss. She's scared that the kiss will make him more confident around Sophia, have a perfect date with the girl and he'll leave Lydia forever. Most of all, she's scared that the kiss will just confuse her more because no matter how much she likes him, she can't bring herself to date him. No matter how much she internally battles with herself, repeating that he isn't like Jackson and that he won't hurt her, she can't be sure it won't work out as a relationship and she really doesn't want to lose him. She would rather keep the friendship that will last forever than start a relationship that could crash and burn.
"I've never done this before so please feel free to give me some pointers. How do I start this?" Stiles laughs nervously, wiping his hands on his jeans, telling Lydia that he's obviously sweating too. This, for some bazaar reason, fills her with a little bit of confidence.
"Like this," she takes his face softly in her hands and pulls his face towards hers. Their lips hover apart for a second while she thinks one final time, trying to make sure it's a good idea but then he decides for her and fills the gap, pushing their lips together and Lydia gasps into his mouth. Her stomach fills with butterflies and her head is spinning. Her eyes draw closed and she sinks into the kiss, allowing him to take control. She couldn't even take control if she wanted to, she's paralysed.
He pulls away and it takes a while for her to open her eyes. When she finally manages to, she notices that his are still closed. Both of them have deep breathing. Her lips tingle from where his were. He eventually opens his eyes too, looking directly into hers.
"You've never done that before?" she raises her eyebrows, trying to ease the tension and he lets out a breathy laugh.
"Now I have," he swallows and now she's the one laughing.