Ahh this stories grown up oh so fast
"Lydia? How?" Stiles asked, jumping to his feet and pulling up the strawberry blonde. He pulled the shocked girl into a huge hug, and she finally let out a sigh of relief. How had she done that? Who even knew banshees could heal?
Stiles broke the hug and pulled Lydia In by her hips. He kissed her with so much happiness and enthusiasm, more than ever before! She arched her back, pushing herself into him, and ran her hands through his hair several times before finally coming to a stop at his neck. She was smiling through the kiss, never feeling more satisfied with herself.
They heard heavy footsteps rushing towards them, and quickly broke apart. Ethan appeared in the doorway, seeming completely relieved to find the pair completely unharmed. He glanced at the flushed faces the pair wore, and the messy hair styles they had acquired, but decided not to ask- he'd rather not know.
"Everyone's waiting outside. Scott gashed his leg, but other than that everyone's fine. And I guess you two are okay?" He winked at the pair, and felt satisfied to see both blush. He smiled and led the way to the cars.
Everyone outside was holding their breath. Just before Olivia died, she had mentioned at least she would meet Stiles there. Apparently he had not taken to the bite. They all shared a look of total fear. If Lydia stumbled across Stiles dead body? Oh, the repercussions.
Lydia had her arm entangled with Stiles at the elbow, and the pair practically skipped out. The feeling of euphoria was still clearly present between the two, and they weren't hiding it! The two had obviously encountered something incredible in there, and they would surely be asked as soon as they got to Scott's house.
"You did what?" Derek boomed, shaking Stiles entire house. He was obviously in some form of shock, seemingly the kind that makes Derek a sour wolf.
"I grabbed Stiles hand and healed him. I don't know how it happened. I didn't grab his hand to freaking heal him, he was dying for Christ sakes! I wanted to try to calm him down to maybe extend his living until a wolf arrived on scene. Then all of a sudden he was being healed!" Lydia explained again. This time much slower and with a bit more detail. Hopefully the story had penetrated the wolves thick skulls.
"Is that even possible?" Scott muttered to Derek, making Lydia roll her beautiful green eyes and purse her pink lips. Stiles, whose head was resting in Lydia's lap while she scratched the side of his neck, let out a soft chuckle. If it wasn't possible then how was he still breathing?
"He's here isn't he? It's obviously possible!" Lydia yelled at them, getting irritated, sleepy, and desperate to watch the notebook. She was also craving chocolate covered strawberries, something she had professed in the car.
"Scott and Isaac are going to stay here and research this. The rest of you need to go home and get some sleep. Go on, go." Derek ordered, and all the teens slowly stood to get in their cars. Allison gave Lydia and Stiles a lift to Stiles place, since that's where Lydia's car was.
As Allison pulled away, Lydia turned to Stiles.
"I think I'll stay in tonight. I just want to watch the notebook!" She told him, turning to get into her car. An idea had formed in Stiles head, and it was a great one.
Lydia came home and showered immediately. She felt gross, and needed to condition her hair- badly. She showered in 30 minutes, relatively fast for her, and pulled on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants, and old T-shirt, and Stiles lacrosse hoodie. Her hair was piled on her head in a messy bun of sorts, and she was just getting her bed ready to watch the notebook when the doorbell rang.
Lydia muttered a slew of curse words as she went to the door, but immediately stopped when the figure on the other side was revealed. It was Stiles, wearing an outfit very similar to Lydia's.
Lydia glanced at his hands, which contained a bouquet of yellow roses in his left hand, and a package of chocolate covered strawberries in the other.
1 DAY UNTIL THE KISS! IM DYING Y'ALL, DYING!