Flashing lights and we
Took a wrong turn and we
Fell down a rabbit hole.
You held on tight to me
'Cause nothing's as it seems
I'm spinning out of control
"I bet it's a nice room," Stiles was saying as Lydia led the way through the hallway. "So we don't have two beds. We can always make a fort for me. I love sleeping in forts."
Lydia opened the door to the room and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my."
"What?"
"There was a mix up in the lobby. There was definitely a mix up in the lobby."
"How so?" Stiles swerved his head so that he could see past her and then his jaw hit the floor. "No."
The first thing that he noticed was that the bed was in the shape of a heart. The second thing was the stripper pole in the middle of the room. The third was the swing in the corner. The fourth was the bar by the window.
"I'm going to go ask them about the mix up," he said, eyes wide.
"Please do. Oh, please do."
As Stiles started walking away, he tried to stop himself from laughing but a small snort came out anyway. "Don't laugh!" Lydia called after him. "It's not funny."
"It's sort of funny," he half muttered.
"Stiles."
"It's hilarious."
"Stiles."
He glanced over his shoulder and grinned to himself at the sight of her trying hard not to laugh. She was smiling and giving him a playful glare. "Go. Go so I won't have bad dreams."
"That room will give me good dreams."
"Stiles!"
He laughed and went into the elevator.
Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?
Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?
Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?
Oh
Didn't it all seem new and exciting?
I felt your arms twisting around me
I should have slept with one eye open at night
Lydia rolled her eyes and hesitated before going into the room. Maybe it was out of curiosity, she wasn't sure. But as she looked around and picked up a pair of edible- Well, that answered that question. It was definitely curiosity.
"Who would eat this? The consistency must be disgusting," she muttered.
"so, bad news." Stiles walked into the room. "They said that- Are you holding edible-"
"So not the point." She put them down. "Not the point."
"It is a little," Stiles muttered to himself. "Anyway, okay, sooo... They're overbooked. So they can't give us a normal room so..."
"So we're staying in Christian Grey's lair?"
"Yup." Stiles stared around the room for a minute and then a grin spread across his face. "I have an idea. You see that pole?"
"You mean the huge, daunting stripper pole? It's hard not to, Stiles."
"We're gonna use it."
Lydia stared at him; he gave her a very Grinch-like grin.
But there were strangers watching
And whispers turned to talking
And talking turned to screams.
Oh
Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?
Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?
Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?
Oh
"This was smart."
"I told you."
"Optimum use for a stripper pole."
"Isn't it though?"
Lydia lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling made of blankets. They had tied blankets around the pole and then connected them to chairs, making a fairly large tent. Then they put blankets and pillows inside. It was a nice setup, Stiles had to admit.
Lydia ran a hand over her face as she started giggling. "Can you believe this room? Seriously. This is something out of one of my mom's romance novels."
"Including the broken up couple," Stiles threw in before he could stop himself.
Lydia glanced at him then turned her eyes back to the ceiling. "Yeah... I guess so."
Stiles looked at her. "It wasn't because I wanted to be single."
"What?" Lydia turned to him, taken aback. "What wasn't?"
"The reason why I broke up with you. Melissa said you were probably thinking it was because I wanted to go after other girls, have my options open. I didn't." The words were pouring from his mouth, he couldn't stop it. He wanted to but he couldn't. He could have told her everything right there.
But he didn't.
Lydia bit her lip then nodded. "Okay."
"Did you think that?" He whispered, afraid of the answer almost as much as he was afraid of not knowing.
Lydia looked up at the blankets. "Stiles... Come on. That isn't... We don't need to talk about that."
Stiles shook his head. "I have to know."
"It crossed my mind."
That was the moment that his heart shattered even more. Had he done such a bad job that Lydia thought that he didn't want to be with her forever? Had she thought that he needed more? She was all he wanted, all he'd ever wanted.
"Stiles..." She was watching him and he suddenly realized that the pain he felt was probably evident on his face. "The feeling never lasted long. I knew better than that. It was just a feeling. Not something I truly thought."
He nodded but didn't feel convinced. "Yeah... Okay."
"It's okay," she said quietly.
"Is it?" He asked quietly. "Is it really?"
Lydia watched him for a couple of minutes before whispering, "Do you remember when Prada got so excited that she peed on you?"
Stiles couldn't help but smile. "Yes."
"I always liked how you handled it..."
"I wasn't gonna get angry... She was happy to see me, it's not like it's a big deal." He smiled. "I love that dog."
"Me too." Lydia fell quiet before whispering, "she's getting old."
"I know..."
"It probably won't... It won't be..."
"Lydia..."
"Dogs only live so long," she whispered.
Stiles pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair, forgetting that they had broken up, that he wasn't supposed to do things like this. Because all that mattered was keeping Lydia safe and happy. It was all he wanted. He just wanted to comfort her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Me too." Her voice cracked. She looked up at him and their eyes locked. All Stiles could think about was her insane beauty in every way.
And then she did the most shocking thing.
She kissed him.
He responded instantly, tightening his arms around her and kissing her back, needing her to be closer, always closer. She deepened the kiss hungrily and it wasn't long before they had taken he next step.
But then, suddenly, they weren't kissing at all.
Stiles was back to the real world, staring into Lydia's eyes. She hadn't kissed him. He only wished she had.
He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. "Things are gonna be okay."
"How do you know?"
"Because things can't stay bad forever, Lyds..."
She looked up at him. "Things aren't all bad," she murmured. Stiles's heart swelled and he pulled her closer again, wanting only to keep her safe in this crazy world.
I reached for you but you were gone
I knew I had to go back home
You search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had
And in the end in wonderland we both went mad.
Oh
We found wonderland
You and I got lost in it
And we pretended it could last forever (last forever)
Eh eh
We found wonderland
You and I got lost in it (got lost in it)
And life was never worse but never better (never better)
Eh eh