Sparks Fly
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around
'Cause I see, sparks fly, when you smile
"Hi, Mrs. Stilinski…" Lydia Martin slowly stepped into the room. "I just wanted to say hi…"
Claudia smiled at her. "Lydia! Oh, how wonderful to see you!" Natalie Martin led Lydia further in the room. "Hi, Natalie."
"Hi, Claudia. How do you feel?"
"I'm alright."
"She's a superhero," Stiles reported. "Dad's Batman and Mom's Wonderwoman." He smiled proudly at Claudia. She'd be okay. He knew because she was invincible.
"He's right," Lydia said after a short moment. Stiles looked at her and felt a warm smile pull its way across his face. He shouldn't be surprised. Lydia was one of the nicest people he knew. Who else would sit with him while he cried in the hallway, even when it made her late for class?
"What superhero do you want to be?" Claudia asked her, smiling warmly.
"Ariel." Lydia smiled proudly and Natalie sighed and shook her head.
"Ariel's not a superhero," Stiles said before he could stop himself.
Lydia gave him a cutting look. "She could be." Stiles decided it was best not to argue and simply nodded and gave her a smile. Lydia turned away from him and the moment her eyes found Claudia's her smile returned. "You'll be okay." She hugged her. "You're my favorite teacher, Mrs. Stilinski."
"Thank you, honey…" Stiles watched as they continued to chat.
After about a half an hour, Natalie took Lydia's hand. "We should let her rest, honey."
"I'll be back to see you. You can do this," Lydia promised, giving her another hug. Her mom started to lead her out but at the last minute, Lydia pulled away and ran back. She pulled Stiles into a hug, much to his surprise. "You can do it too," she whispered in his ear before letting go. She gave him a small smile before following her mom out.
"She's such a nice girl," Claudia said.
"I'm going to marry her," Stiles told her, still looking after Lydia Martin.
Claudia smiled at him. "I'm sure, honey. I wish I could be there to see it."
"You will be," Stiles insisted.
She gave him a fond smile. "Well, at least I've met her. I like Lydia."
"Yeah." Stiles nodded. "Me too. Just give me ten years. She'll be in love with me."
His mom laughed softly but Stiles couldn't figure out what was so funny.
I run my fingers through your hair
And watch the lights go wild
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me
Its just wrong enough to make it feel right
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow
And I'm captivated by you baby
Like a fireworks show
Stiles. I love you.
Stiles lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the rain pounded against it, echoing in the small room. He rolled onto his side and stared at the beautiful girl lying beside him. She was in his shirt, hair spread out around her, looking so peaceful that it was hard to think she ever got angry.
Stiles. I love you.
She loved him. Lydia Martin was in love with him and Stiles had to wonder how in the hell he had ever gotten her to fall for him. He was a spastic, hyperactive nerd. And yet Lydia had let him see the side of her that was as weird as he was. She opened up to him. Because she loved him.
Stiles. I love you.
He felt the ghost of a smile flicker across his face as she cuddled into him more. He let his hand slide up and down her back, eyes fixed on the top of her head. She loved him. She really loved him.
He was so in love with her that it made his head spin. He knew that someday, he'd be lying next to her when they were in their eighties and he'd still be wondering how in the world he got her to be his. "I love you," he whispered, fingers playing with her hair carefully. "I will always love you. I'm yours, Lyds… I always will be."
And you stood there in front of me just
Close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
"Come on." Stiles grinned as he jogged ahead, glancing over his shoulder at her. She was speed walking instead of running, eyebrows raised.
"Where are we going?"
"It's not a surprise date if I tell you!" Stiles stopped to wait for her, bouncing a little. "Come on," he whined at her.
Lydia laughed. "How old are you again?"
"I'm just excited. Come on." He grabbed her hand and started running. She ran behind him, laughing. There was no sound better than Lydia Martin's laugh. Their feet pounded off of cement and onto the grass as they reached the park. Stiles slowed to a walk and grinned at her. "This is it."
"The playground?"
"Yeah. Lydia Martin, we are growing down for the night."
"That's not a thing,"
"Growing down? I'm pretty sure it's a thing."
She grinned at him and shook her head. "Okay."
"Trust me. You'll love it." He grinned at her and started walking backwards towards the park. "Come on. You can even do the monkey bars. You're totally short enough."
Lydia laughed. "That does it." He started running, Lydia hot on his tail. Once he hit the sand, he reached up and grabbed the monkey bars to swing himself up onto the jungle gym. He grinned at her.
"Screw you, I'm swinging." Lydia winked and started towards the swings Stiles grinned after her.
"Ah, come on. I love the swings!"
"Then you better hurry." She kicked off her heels and hopped on a swing. Stiles leaped off of the jungle gym and ran behind her, grabbing the swing and running with it in an underdog. Lydia shrieked with surprise and laughed. "Stiles!"
Laughing, he sat on his swing and got it in motion. "I wouldn't let you fall!"
"A little warning!" She was laughing hard enough that she slowed her swing to ensure not falling off.
"I like taking you by surprise."
She laughed again and Stiles grinned. This was a good choice. In fact, if Lydia laughed this much here maybe they should come every night.
My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something
You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently
But I really wish you would
"I totally knew this would blow up in their faces," Stiles said, motioning at the tv. A couple pieces of popcorn went flying. "Ooops."
"Smooth," Lydia giggled, kicking her feet into his lap. He grinned at her cheekily and rubbed her legs. "Well, obviously they'll fix it."
"Spoiler alert," Stiles said with a grin.
"Oh come on, it's a romantic comedy." Lydia grinned at him. "It's not hard."
He grinned. "Pssh, sure. There could be a plot twist. Like a zombie attack."
"Yeah, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days ends with zombies. How'd you know?" Lydia asked dryly.
"I knew it." Stiles grabbed another handful of popcorn. "Hey, he's reading the article. Now he's moving. Oh awesome. They'll fix it and-"
"Sssh." Lydia stared at the tv with rapt attention.
"What?"
"Ssh!"
"Did you just shush me?"
"Shut up!"
Stiles grinned and paused it. "Why? Every time we watch a romantic movie and we near the end you shush me. What is it?"
Lydia heaved a sigh and looked up at him. "Okay. So… I have this thing. I like the big romantic gestures at the end. Like airport chases. Stuff like that. The huge gestures, running after someone, declaring love, putting a huge sign in their window, you know? The stuff that'll never happen."
"It could happen."
"Please." Lydia rolled her eyes. "Can I watch him chase Kate Hudson now?"
Stiles grinned softly and pressed play, making a mental note to do a big romantic gesture someday.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile