Lydia 2: Conflicted
Lydia woke up for the second time, this time slender beams of sunlight were stealing up the the bed though. If Stiles had woken up, he hadn't moved, and he was still there. She props herself upright on an elbow and brushes one long section of strawberry blonde hair from her face.
Stiles stirs awake next to her, and Lydia self-consciously removes the leg she had splayed over his. "Morning beautiful, you look better somehow." Even with the mascara and eyeshadow streaked down her pale cheeks Lydia was radiant.
"I feel better too. It isn't everyday you find out the kind of things you told me last night, and people think I'm the crazy one."
"Well I think you're the pretty, smart-" And here came the well-timed vibrating of Stiles' cellphone, "It's my dad, apparently the twelfth time he's called since yesterday too. Great."
"You can go Stiles, I really will be okay."
"I said I'd be here for you, and I plan to be."
"And you have been, all night. I'm not sure how I'd convince my parents to let you move in." And for the first time in weeks Lydia gave one of her beautiful laughs.
"Maybe I should go then, If I explain how I was comforting a friend my dad might let me come back later. If not, I'll still come back." Stiles says with a sly grin that Lydia had never knew how happy it made her to see until now.
"I'll walk you out then."
Lydia manages to make it downstairs with her overnight guest in two without running into either of her parents, she knew that at least her mother would've checked on her last night so this feat was in vain. "Thanks again for staying with me, and explaining everything. Oh! And for stopping Derek and his pack from, you know, trying to murder me and all." Again she chuckles softly, as if this sort of thing happened to her daily. It sure beat running the woods naked though.
Stiles would replay this moment over and over in his head for hours. Lydia leans into him with one hand resting on his waist and leaves a kiss on his cheek. Of course this leaves the teen's face painted red, and renders him almost incapable of speech. "I'll see you later tonight then?"
"Y-yeah a-anytime Lydia."
"Buh-bye Stiles."
Stiles drives home with the smile never leaving face, and loses track on how long his father lectures him, it wraps up with him saying how proud he is to have raised a kid who cares so much for his friends.
Lydia on the other hand heads back upstairs, fighting back conflicting feelings. How could she have let herself get so cozy with Stiles when things with Jackson were just seeming to get back on track. Even if he was a scaly lizard monster, he was her scaly lizard monster. Here she was though having these feelings for Stiles too.
It donned on her the best way to decide matters of the heart, a pro-con list. Filling two sheets of paper, Stiles had a full pro-section and no cons. While Jackson had several in his con-side; anger problems, how he had hurt her, being a lizard monster. It should have made things clear but Lydia was still torn. She has history with Jackson, but Stiles was sweeter than she could have imagined.
"Ughhh!" And she let herself fall back into bed, where she could still smell Stiles there.