For lostmemoria: Hi! :) I saw you're accepting prompts and was wondering if you can do marrish with this prompt?: BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED (sorry caps i just copy pasted lol)
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"Lydia?"
She looks up from her coursework, college was actually a bit of a challenge, brushing her hair out of her face to see Jordan standing behind the other chair at the table; he's shifting his weight so often from one let to the next she's afraid he might start sloshing his coffee. "Yes?"
He doesn't look all that different from the last time she saw him two and a half months ago, but something is different about him. "Can I sit?"
Automatically she starts closing and stacking textbooks. "Yeah. Sorry about the mess."
"No problem," he gives her a twitch of a smile and sits.
Determined not to do any work, Thanksgiving break is barely enough time do to three papers, she puts her pens and pencil away. "So how have you been? How's the department?"
"It's good, I'm good." His ears turn pink and he quickly raises his mug to his mouth. "You?"
"School's hard but fun, I'm glad I decided to MIT." Sure it put her out of touch with everyone on the day to day basis but well, she had to do something for herself.
He sips his coffee. "Cool, I'm uh glad that's going well for you." He sips again, grimaces. "Look there's something I want to tell you." He puts his mug down hands rapidly turning it around and around. "And I was gonna do it before you left but then there was that whole merrow thing and…"
Lydia finds herself growing annoyed, because those merrow were the worst, and pleased-embarrassed, because Jordan actually going to? She's fairly certain she's blushing now too.
All summer they'd been dancing around each other, but because Beacon Hills was Beacon Hills not much had come of it; crisis after crisis erupting so often Lydia was surprised she never got whiplash.
But two and a half months of breathing room has made her realize that, yes, maybe she does like him, in ways she never really liked any of her previous boyfriends –"Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall and you cannot breathe until you're with him." She thinks she does now.
So she gives him an encouraging look. "And?"
He and his mug still. "And I think I–"
Vincent Price's cackle erupts from her phone. They both jump at the sound, quickly followed by a growl from her because seriously Stiles I've barely been in Beacon Hills for less than 24 hours and you've already created a big enough problem that you're calling me?
The exasperated look they share warms her chest though.
