Stiles POV
"Okay Stiles, you're free to go." Melissa smiles. Thank goodness. I can't wait to get out if this hell hole. I have been so bored for the past few days. And I want to take Lydia on a real date. I still don't know what to do, even though I've had the past 5 days to think about it. I have tried so many times, but every time I think of something, it just doesn't seem right. I want this to be perfect. But I just don't know how. She's the girl of my dreams, I want to do this right, but what do I do? I'm all caught up in my thoughts that I can hardly make conversation with my dad on the ride home. When I get home, I'm so tired, which is kind of weird, because for the past 5 days I have been so excited to get out of bed, but now that I have to freedom to leave bed, there's nothing else I'd rather do. As soon as get inside I run up to my bedroom. Finally, it's been a while since I've slept in my own bed. I walk in and start taking my shirt off to go straight back to sleep.
"Shirtless on the first date, huh?" I turn around to find Lydia sitting my my bed, smiling at me.
"Shit," I grab a shirt to cover my body, "You scared the crap out of me." She just smiles at me. That infectious smile. I put my shirt back.
"What are you doing here?" I sit next to her.
"Well I came to welcome you home." Her face shows that beautiful smile, and it has me in awe.
"Wait- did you just say this was a first date?"
"Yeah."
"I was going to do to something nice, you know, I wanted to make it perfect." I push her loose piece of hair behind her ear. She's so beautiful, I just can't get over it.
"Stiles, the first date doesn't have to be perfect, I just wanna be with you." She smiles at me.
"I know, but, I have been dreaming about his since the 3rd grade, I just want it to be perfect." She laughs.
"You're so cute." Then she kisses me, and I know she's right, if we're together, the date is going to be perfect. I grab her hand and stand up.
"Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"On our first date." She smiles at me, and my heart beats a little faster. I lead her through the sort before she stops.
"What is it?" I ask.
"You're not driving right?" I just laugh, take her face into my hands and kiss her. I grab her hand and we run down the staircase to get to her car. And in that moment, everything was perfect.
Hayden POV
I wake to the knocking of the door. Crap. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I guess that kind of good. Ever since "it" happened, I haven't really been able to sleep heavily, but that sleep, was very satisfying. Only of the person at the door hadn't waken me up. I walk down the hallway to get to the door. On the way I look at a mirror, and am horrified by my reflection. My hair is indescribably messy, and my eyes are almost as dark as night. Oh well, it's probably not anyone too important. I continue down the hallway. The person at the door won't stop knocking, ah, it so annoying.
"Coming!" I yell harshly. I open the door to find Liam standing outside. Crap. I look like shit and I just yelled at him, perfect.
"Liam, what are you-"
"I'm sorry." He pulls out a bunch of lilies from behind his back, my favourite flower. He's too sweet. "I should have known you would have wanted some space, but I'm just constantly worried about you. Everyone I go to sleep, I get so scared that I'm going get woken up by a phone call at 2 o'clock in the morning telling me you had disappeared or died. I just want to be sure that you're okay, obviously I didn't do it very well, but trust me, I meant well, I just love you so much and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I love you Hay, I just need to know you're alright"
"You love me?"
"Of course I do, I told you that before."
"I know, but I thought that was just because I was about to die."
"No," He moves towards me and brings my body into his, "I meant it."
"I love you too." I smile at him. And he kisses me and all my troubles seem to disappear. I'm about to bring him up to my bedroom when Mason comes running towards us. We break apart.
"What's up Mas?" Liam asks.
"It's Scott, he's- he's-" He out of breath.
"He's what Mason?" I ask.
"He's dying."