Stiles POV
I look at Lydia. She is biting her nails, staring at the floor. I know she has become like a second mother to Hayden, so this must be killing her. I want to hug her, but I think it's too soon. After that moment, which I don't even know if it was a "moment", I feel kind of awkward. After I questioned my feelings for her, now I can't look at her the same. I'm trying to figure out if my feelings
for her are still there, or if I'm just making this more complicated. Probably the second one, I always makes this more complicated. Whether I am ready or not, I go over to her and hug her. She pulls me in closer and begins to cry into my shoulder. I stoke her hair, trying my best to comfort her. I hate hearing her cry, it makes me feel like a part of me died on the inside, like my heart squeezed for hers. As I pull her in closer, I smell her hair. I didn't intentionally do it, it just happened. Her hair smells like coconuts, and it is such a beautiful scent, just like her eyes... oh shit.
"Did you just smell my hair?"
"No"
"Stiles..."
"Sorry it just got in the way and I love the smell of coconuts" I give her a weak smile, trying to cover up the fact that I still like her, obviously, I'm not very convincing. She pulls away.
"Stiles, please don't go down that path again"
"Com'on Lydia, you know you felt it too-"
"Maybe but it doesn't matter, you're with Malia, one of my closest friends, I just can't"
"But-"
"No, Stiles, just no" I move towards her. She doesn't move, just looks at the ground.
"Lydia, I have loved you since the third grade, and I thought those feelings had gone but they obviously haven't. I remember the day you kissed me, at school. I couldn't stop thinking about it but I pushed it back because I didn't want anything to ruin our friendship, but now, now I see that I still love you, why waste our time when we could be together?" I pull her close to my body, she is looking up at me, tears in her eyes,"Lydia, lets give it a try, because I wanna be with you, I now know that's what I want."
"Stiles, I-" I lean in, she closes her eyes.
"Is Hayden ok?" Malia appears out of nowhere. Shit. Lydia opens her eyes and wipes the tears away.
"we don't know, Scott and Liam are-" I scream so loud I can't think comes from the basement stairs.
"Oh shit" I scream, as we all run down the stairs. I look at Lydia, who is pale white. I finally had my chance with her, it was going to be perfect. But maybe Malia intercepting was a wake up call, a sign from the heavens that maybe, we are jus meant to be friends, and I'm fine with that, as long as she's in my life, I'm fine.