She actually said yes!
Stiles wanted to jump up and down and scream his excitement; but he didn't know how well that would go down in the middle of class. So, he held it in and smiled like a goof ball instead. Of course, that didn't mean that anything he wanted to happen would. Like, her admitting her eternal love for him she has held in forever. He wasn't that crazy.
What the hell was up with time? There is nothing else in the world that can cause such anxiety. Nothing is worse than watching the seconds go by when in the near, though not near enough, future there is a beautiful girl waiting for you to have lunch with her. Not just any girl, the love of your life.
Finally, after the world had enough time to end, his class was over. It was only a mild victory because it was still only noon. What was he supposed to do for the next two hours while he waited? He knew very well that fantasizing about what could go down didn't really make time pass any faster. So, having no better ideas, he headed toward his dorm.
He walked in and smiled at the two boys on the bed. Maxxie sat next to Chase, feet off the bed and backs to the wall, with a book open; taking notes. Chase sat next to him playing on his phone, looking extremely bored, until Stiles walked in. He smiled a sly smile and elbowed Maxxie who looked up and also now wore the same smile. Oh no. Sitting his backpack down on his desk chair, he lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Two hours; he was going to die of anticipation.
Of course Chase could help with that. "So Stiles, whatcha got planned for the day?"
Stiles looked over and shrugged. "Oh, this and that; I don't have any classes, so I made plans to go get lunch with a friend."
Maxxie, of course, caught on to the word 'friend.' "Friend? Like a girl?" He closed his book and set it aside. He scooted closer the end of the bed and put his chin on his hand, "Tell me about her."
Chase grinned, obviously amused by this. Stiles frowned but couldn't help to talk about such a wonderful person. "Well, her name is Lydia."
Maxxie frowned and turned to Chase, "Isn't that-"
"Maxxie, he is trying to talk." Chase said kind of loudly. Maxxie pouted but Chase nodded toward Stiles and he turned around. "Go on, Stiles."
What was up with these guys, they're the weirdest gay guys he had ever met. He continued though. "Well, she's the most beautiful girl anyone could ever lay eyes on. She's got this gorgeous strawberry blond hair, not to mention the most beautiful set of hazel eyes." He smiled to himself, bringing up her image. "The smartest girl you could ever possibly meet. She's got this rich girl attitude on the outside, but on the inside when you break through her hundred foot walls she puts up, she has the sweetest heart, so vulnerable it's heartbreaking."
Laughing he looked over at them; they were smiling at him, obviously realizing how in love he was. It was okay though, he wanted someone to understand why Lydia was the most amazing person he knew. "Now don't think she can't bring you down a few feet with her words. Her tongue is so sharp she could cut someone in two. Did I mention brilliant? She once taught herself half dead Latin because normal Latin was 'too easy.'
He sighed, "She's just this amazing girl I've known for half my life. I pretty much know her better than I know myself. One time I was having a severe panic attack and she brought me out of it by kissing me. Gosh, the only kiss we ever had, and only really because I was hyperventilating to death, but what a kiss. Never forget the feeling of how soft her lips were, like the softest velvet.
"Also, one time we were trying to-" He looked up as Maxxie fell back on his bed with an arm over his eyes. "Shit, I've been going on and on. I'm so sorry to bore you guys with this." He sat up on his bed and Maxxie sat up so fast it made him jump. The look on his face was almost like he was about to cry. "Are you okay?"
He stuck out his bottom lip, "It's just so fucking cute how in love with her you are." Turning, he glared at Chase. "Why don't you talk about me like that?"
Chase smirked and reached to cup his boyfriend's face. "Hun, if you would ever leave my side so I could have the chance to explain you to someone, maybe I would."
"Aw, baby."
As they kissed, Stiles turned his head, but Chase didn't let it go on as he asked. "What about your girlfriend?"
Stiles turned back to them and sighed, "Me and Malia split up before I left for school. We were really close, but I was going to a school she couldn't get into, and I didn't want her moving up here with me. I came to start my slate over, which means leaving all that behind. No matter how much it hurt, I needed to do it."
Breaking up with Malia had been the hardest part about leaving. She couldn't believe him at first, but then she got angry and ran off into the woods, shifting, and was not seen for days. Scott had found her covered in blood and picking fights with mountain lions. She was there to say goodbye, but it was slightly awkward with her half sad, half angry glares as he left. Neither of them could handle a long term relationship, so it needed to happen.
Stiles missed her so m- wait, when had he said anything about having a girlfriend. He didn't. Looking over with a curious glare he asked, "How did you know I had a girlfriend?"
Chase shrugged, "I've talked to a certain beautiful strawberry blond girl who knows you from back home." He smirked as Stiles lunged up to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You've talked to her? About me?" Wow, maybe he could use him. Find out what she thinks of him, but then knowing her she would soon figure out they knew each other and figure out if Stiles was trying to use him to get to her. She wasn't dumb.
Shrugging, he smiled at getting Stiles all hyped up. "She just said a kid named Stiles from her home town was meeting her for lunch. What other Stiles was there in the world?"
"So, she didn't say anything about me? No profession of love or anything?"
"Dude, let me tell you something about a girl like Lydia. And don't give me that look as if I don't know girls like the back of Maxxie's ass." Stiles wrinkled his nose as said boy laughed. "Anyway, you can't be all clingy with her. Like you said, hundred feet walls, right? What you need to do is slowly chisel your way through them instead of hurting yourself by trying to ram them. You need to woo her, but not by overdoing it. Let her fall in love with you instead of trying to force her.
"And don't you ever, I repeat ever, say you love her until she says it first. Apparently she has been so used to it, knows you're in love with her, so you can't be that Stiles anymore. Just be her friend, don't try so hard. Hell, don't try at all, just let it happen."
Stiles nodded, taking it all in. It was similar to what he had thought of yesterday when he had first seen her. Let her fall in love, instead trying to force her. "What if it is so obvious that she is falling for me, but is too scared or something to say she loves me? I still can't say it?"
Shaking his head, he stood up and pointed at him. "If you say it before she does, you might as well be kicking your chances in the face. I'm warning you Stiles."
"You should take his advice, he's good at giving it" Maxxie said this with a sappy smile at his boyfriend and then returned to his book to study. Chase sat back beside him and they started studying again, leaving Stiles to his thoughts.
They obviously believed he had a chance. It wasn't much, and they have no idea how long he had been at this girl. But they were the first people to think he could do it. His own best friend never thought he had a chance in hell at being with her. Stiles fucking needed her, his heart beat only for her, he was meant to be with her, and she would fall in love with him.
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He was late.
Not that she was surprised; he always was late to pretty much everything. So she sat at one of the picnic tables to wait. It was a nice looking day out; the sun was shining and the wind was just cool enough to need a light jacket. She had pulled a book out of her bag and was reading when he showed up.
She looked up to glance around and saw him walking leisurely toward her. He caught her eye and smiled at her. Stiles was attractive, not what she usually went for of course; no huge muscles or leather jacket, but still cute. She figured he would have been racing to meet her, and it honestly made her a bit annoyed that he hadn't been. Why was that?
"Shall we order our food?" He asked as he arrived next to her, hands in his pockets. She nodded and stood, putting her book away, and followed him to stand in line to order. "Sorry it's not anything better, but I don't have my jeep here so I couldn't exactly drive us somewhere." He smiled apologetically.
Hmmm, was there something different about him? She felt it, felt that inkling that something was off about him. His hair? No, same shaggy mess. Clothes? Nope, same style. What the hell was it? Whatever it was, was bugging her, as if he was not himself, not the normal Stiles. Wait, was he acting differently? That was it; he wasn't being all shy and awkward. It was as if he was talking to anyone else. Sure, it wasn't a bad thing; but Lydia was used to the puppy dog act. Huh, how… refreshing.
She shook her head at him, "It's alright, and I don't have my car either. I wanted to bring it but my parents figured I could live with riding in dirty cabs if I want to go anywhere off campus." He chuckled softly and turned to look up at the menu over the serving window. They ordered their food and Stiles paid the man. They stood off to the side to wait.
"So, how was your first day of classes?" He asked, leaning up against the truck beside her. He seemed so relaxed.
Lydia shrugged, "Like anything else in the world, terribly easy."
He smiled, humor in his eyes. Had his eyes always been that color? That beautiful light brown; like honey. Stop it, Lydia. She wasn't supposed to be noticing his eyes. She mentally shook her head to clear it.
"Well, unlike you, mine were a bit hard. Like, make me feel like a complete idiot, hard."
She smiled at him and shook her head. "Oh, come on Stiles, don't talk like that. You made it into this school, which means you can make it through these classes. Congrats on that by the way."
He beamed at her praise. There was the Stiles she knew. "Thanks, Lydia."
The guy called out their order, Stiles' burger and fries and Lydia's grilled chicken salad. They collected their food and found a spot at the end of a picnic table, a couple of girls chatting and eating at the other end. She opened her utensil packet and pulled out the fork, taking a bite.
"So, how do you like your roommate? Is she fashion blind?" He joked before taking a bite of his burger.
She smiled at his joke, and shook her head. "Actually, I have a flat on the other side of campus by myself; couldn't take the risk that I would have to share a dorm with some slob." She paused, and then added, "Let alone someone without any fashion sense." They laughed together for a moment.
"Should have known Miss Lydia Martin would get out of having to share a closet." He laughed at her frown, but she eventually joined in his laughter.
What was this? What was this thing happening between them that had never happened at home? Was this the work of college? No, they'd only been here for less than twenty-four hours; it couldn't be. But then, where had this come from? Here they were joking around and laughing, having lunch together and enjoying each other's company. Did something back home hold them back; hold back this possibility?
"What about you? Get stuck with some bossy jock?"
Stiles shook his head and looked at her incredulously. "It's like you know my thoughts. I had walked in and my stuff was moved to the other bed, so that's the first thing I thought; that I would be bunked with someone that was going to ruin my life. Turns out my roomie was a gay guy I had met earlier in the day. Real cool kid, really gay though. I mean like, 100 times Danny gay."
Lydia thought of Maxxie and wonder if that was who he was telling her about. "Blond? Kinda short?"
He pointed at her, amazed. "You've met Maxxie?"
She burst out laughing at the small world they lived in. "Yeah, I met him and his boyfriend, Chase, right before I saw you here yesterday."
"Huh, same here; must have ran into them right after they left me. They had started making out and I was the only person who wasn't disgusted by it; cleared the whole place out." Stiles looked over at her as he finished his last fry. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Probably getting groceries for my flat; don't want to starve. Or worse, have to live off kiosk food." That was the last thing she needed, to get fat because she was too lazy to go buy herself actual food. Like vegetables.
"Well, Chase was talking about checking out a club or two. I was invited, but it isn't exactly my scene, but I'm sure I could change my mind and ask for a plus one if you wanted to go. What do you say? It's not like we haven't snuck into a gay club before." He smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow.
Well, it would be better than sitting at home all night. Plus to be able to go out and dance, be surrounded by the sheer exhilaration of a party, being in the middle of a mass of bodies, feeling the energy. It was one of her favorite things in the world.
"Sure, why not. As long as we aren't out too late, I got class at nine." His smile said he knew she wouldn't say no to the offer. Damn him for knowing her.
"Alright, sounds fantastic. I'll tell the boys and text you the time and stuff. Where do you live?" He started to put his trash together, as if getting ready to leave. Lydia frowned, slightly sad. Why was he leaving already? She was enjoying this conversation.
"Umm, I'll text you the address. Where are you going in such a hurry?" She pushed her empty plate at him when he motioned to it. He stood and threw it away before coming back and standing beside the table.
"Well, I still have some unpacking to do. Not to mention homework already, so I want to get that finished, or at least started, before we go. Also, my roommate is Maxxie, so no doubt he'll want to dress me." Stiles smiled.
Lydia shrugged. "Alright, well I will see you later then. Good luck with Maxxie." He smirked and then waved goodbye to her, walking away.
She watched him leave; hands in his pockets. Was that him asking her out on a date, without it sounding like a date? It was the Stiles thing to do, clever little shit. Lydia smiled to herself; last time they went to a club they hadn't been there to dance. Actually, they never have went to a club to actually enjoy themselves; always trying to save someone else.
The others at home could never have a normal life, and even though she was still a banshee; she was still relatively human. This was her and Stiles' chance at a normal life. It was all she really wanted; to not have to worry about whatever was coming after her friends, to be able to go about her life without looking over her shoulder because some hunter or creature was trying to kill her.
She just wanted a human life. The only thing she should be worrying about was school, and a future, and a family. Bills should be the most that should be freaking her out and sending her panicking. She would have that life, and she wouldn't be able to do that if she went back to Beacon Hills.
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"So do you guys want to go to a gay club tonight?"
After making sure he was out of her sight, Stiles had raced back to his dorm to make sure that Maxxie and Chase were still there. He found them making out on the bed when he entered. They fell apart, with Maxxie blushing, and Stiles knew next time he would be knocking first.
"Stiles, I thought you liked women." Chase smirked, sitting up on the bed.
Maxxie mirrored his boyfriend's smirked, "I wouldn't mind."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I do; it's just that I told Lydia that you invited me to go to a club and I asked her if she wanted to come. She said yes. So, wanna pretend like it was your idea?" He really wanted this. He wasn't much of a clubber; the only time he had gone was because it was needed to save his friends. But, to think that maybe he and Lydia could have a great time together, dancing, very closely. Yeah, he really wanted this.
Shrugging, Maxxie stood up. "Alright sure, but you need to change." He went to Stiles' dresser and started rummaging through it. "You need something besides a baggy shirt and pants. Also, we have to get rid of that sweat shirt."
Looking down at himself, Stiles pouted. "It's my favorite."
After a few minutes of rummaging through his stuff, Maxxie stood back and threw up his hands in defeat. "Absolutely nothing that I would approve of. Chase, let him borrow some skinny jeans, you guys look the same size. Stiles take off that shirt, I need to see what I'm working with."
Stiles frowned and stepped back. "Umm, I think my shirt should stay on."
Chase sighed. "Come on, Stiles, Maxxie wants to make you look irresistible. If you happen to have something nice under that horridly loose shirt, you'll want to show it off."
"Well I don't have anything to show off so…"
"Stiles, take it off or we'll decide that it's not in our plans to go."
Stiles glared at the pair. "I hate you guys." They both smiled and he pulled off his jacket and then shirt.
He stood there awkwardly while the two gay guys checked him out. Stiles realized they could just want to see him shirtless, but it wasn't like he was any more attractive than either of them so whatever. Plus, it was already off. What bothered him was how Chase smirked and Maxxie worried his bottom lip. Oh no.
"I told you, nothing special." Stiles turned around and grabbed for his shirt.
"Chase let him borrow one of your shirts, one of the tight ones." Stiles turned and frowned. Maxxie looked him over like he was a four course meal set in front of a starving man. "Damn it, Stiles. You shouldn't hide a body like that. Sure you aren't curious or-"
"Maxxie! You're boyfriend is right here." Chase reached out and punched him on the ass and Maxxie raised his hands in defeat. But then scowled at his boyfriend.
"Like you wasn't thinking it too." Chase shrugged but smiled.
Stiles blushed at them arguing over him being attractive. He looked down at his painfully shirtless torso; the mounds of his pectorals, the nubby nipples that had grown hard in the cool air, the ridges of his abs and the trail of soft dark hair. Maybe he was attractive. Not that he ever gave anyone the chance to see him shirtless. Didn't even go swimming really.
He looked up at his friends. "Really think I'm hot?"
Maxxie scoffed at him, while Chase nodded. "Wear tighter shirts Stiles. Like you can still wear your terribly plain jackets, but tighter shirts for real. Show off that bod. Do you work out?"
Stiles laughed at that obvious joke. "Nah, but I used to play lacrosse in high school."
"Huh." Chase mused.
"So anyway; I need to text Lydia and tell her when we're going."
Maxxie's forehead crinkled, thinking. "I'd say about nine; we already know a place."
Stiles and his friends walked to Lydia's flat. It figured that she would have an apartment to herself. It was laughable to think of Lydia sharing a living space with a stranger. It would have ended with bloodshed, but with not a spot on her. The place was right across the street from the library and they had to be buzzed in.
When she answered the door he was struck as always by her beauty. She was wearing a robin's egg blue dress with matching earing and her hair curled. Her eyes were so blue, with that tint of green around the edges as she smiled when she answered. She put on a matching half sweater and joined them outside.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her hand; they were walking right beside each other with the boys beside her. Their hands would sometimes touch, and while it seemed she never noticed, he could feel the electricity with every glancing touch. Stiles held himself back though, he didn't want to ruin the night before it started.
Lydia looked up at the buildings and the lights reflected off her eyes, making them shine. "So boys, are we walking there or cabbing?"
Chase answered, "We're walking; it's only a few blocks."
Of course, Maxxie had to start asking questions. "So, how long have you guys known each other?"
Glancing over at Stiles with a smirk, she though. "What has it been Stiles? Like, middle school?"
He shrugged, it felt like forever, but she was right. Stiles had first saw her in middle school, and he was stuck ever since.
She laughed, a pure beautiful laugh. "Why is it we always wind up going to gay clubs, Stiles? Like I don't think we've ever been to a normal club."
He laughed out loud, but remembered the one time they hadn't. "Actually there was that one time we all went to Mexico last year, when we thought the Calaveras had Derek."
Smiling she nudged him. "But we weren't dancing remember, we were trying to buy him."
Stiles frowned. "Most money I'll ever get to hold in my whole life."
Maxxie cleared his throat. Looking over he saw that both he and Chase were giving them questioning looks. Shit, maybe they should be careful with what they talked about. It was hard though, seeing how it had been there life, saving their friends and dealing with creatures that only existed in myths.
"Let's just say that Stiles and I have lived a very eventful life." She looked over and started to laugh at her own joke.
He laughed with her, "That is the biggest understatement I have ever heard come from your mouth."
She smirked at him. "Oh, like you haven't done it too. Like when Jackson was going through his change and got you and Derek at the pool, and you said you had slight trouble moving." They both burst out laughing at remembering how he had to keep Derek afloat while that were being stalked by the Kanima.
"You guys are so fucking cute together." Maxxie said with his beaming smile.
Lydia quieted down and looked ahead at the sidewalk. Stiles blushed but sent him a 'what the hell' look from behind her. His look conveyed that he was sorry, but that didn't stop him from wondering if the night was ruined.
It could be over before it really even started.
So I hope whoever is still keeping up with this enjoying it. Haven't got any reviews yet, but they, that's okay. I really enjoy writing this, if you've read my other stories I go to the sex really really fast. This one honestly probably won't have any smut and I'm okay with that, my other stories have enough.
Love y'all.