Stiles pulled his old blue jeep up to the front gates.
"Scott are you sure this is where she lives?" Stiles asked his friend on the phone.
"Yes that's the address that Derek gave me!" Scott said.
"Scott this house is like a million dollars." Stiles said in shock looking at the large black wired gate around the large property.
"The Martins are millionaires Stiles. Their family has been rich since like ancient times. That house is a multi million dollar home!" Scott said to his best friend.
"How do I even get in there?" Stiles said looking around with a scared face.
"I don't know knock on the door or something!"
"Gee knock on the front door that's a good idea. Why didn't I think of that? Oh wait it might be because I can't get to the front door through the giant fence!" Stiles yelled.
"Just figure something out! I need you to do this man!" Scott said and Stiles knew that if Scott was with him right now he would be giving him the big puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, I'll tell you how it goes later." Stiles said hanging up the phone pulling up to the gate.
He saw a button that said push to talk.
"Hello?" He said pushing the button.
After about a minute of silence a female voice appeared on the other side.
"Hello who is this?" The voice said.
"This is Stiles Stilinski. Um I go to school with Lydia and I heard that she was attacked by an animal or something? I just wanted to check up on her and see how she was?" He said looking up to see a camera watching him.
"Ok come on in!" The voice said as the gates opened.
He pulled through and admired the drive to her house. There were beautiful trees and water fountains scarred across the front lawn as he traveled up the cobblestone path to the house.
Jumping out of his jeep he quickly felt under dressed in his flannel and jeans. Shrugging he knocked on the door.
"Hello! You're Stiles right? I'm Martha I work here. I'll show you up to Lydia." She said with a warm smile. Stepping into the house he was met by large ceilings, mirrors, statues, and books. Everything looked neat and elegant. In the main dining room he noticed a boy a little older than him sitting in a wheelchair working on a puzzle. He had slightly darker hair than Lydia but it was still unrecognizably strawberry blonde.
As Meredith led him up the grand staircase he couldn't help but notice family portraits. A tall serious looking man was seated with a striking woman sitting next to him. Behind the woman with a hand resting on her shoulder was boy about thirteen years old who seemed to have a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sitting at the feet of the man with legs crossed and hands folded politely were two identical little girls probably eight years old. Both of whom looked as though they were suppressing a smile. One of the two girls had much curlier hair than the other but other than that they looked the same. Everyone in the family had the same color of hair and was dressed in black with the three females of the group wearing delicate pearl necklaces. They looked like a picture perfect family.
"That portrait was taken the year Sarah died." Martha said noticing that Stiles was staring. Stiles felt awkward being caught staring and averting his eyes letting the portrait go.
Martha came to a stop at the end of the hall and knocked on the door opening it up.
"Lydia there is a Stiles here to see you." Martha said opening the door for him.
"What the hell is a Stiles?" Came a voice from within the room. Stiles grimaced and admired his shoelaces.
Martha blushed and looked at Stiles.
"She took something to calm her nerves. Go on in. I'm sure she would love to see one of her friends." Martha said exiting the room.
Friends? Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin? Stiles laughed at the idea.
He entered the room and felt even more out of place. Everything was white and in order. There was almost no color in the neatly organized spacious room except for the girl on the bed who was wearing purple silk pajamas.
"What are you doing here?" She asked rolling over on the bed to get a better look at the him.
He wrung his hands and awkwardly stammered. "I was just making sure you were ok."
Lydia went back to admiring her perfectly manicured lavender nails.
"Why?" And with that she patted a spot on the bed next to where she was laying down. Dumb struck he took a seat and tried desperately to find a place to put his clumsy hands.
"Because I was worried about you yesterday, I heard that you and whats his face were attacked at the movie store. How're feeling?" He said trying to avoid her eyes for fear he would freeze up in front of her.
She did the unthinkable and grabbed his arm and started stroking it. He sucked in some air and let it go reacting to her touch on his flannel. Was this really happening to him Stiles sitting in her bedroom with Lydia touching him?
"I feel," she sat up quickly and got very close to his face. So close that he could smell her floral perfume invade his senses. He breathed in again and wished desperately for his friends inhaler. "fantastic."
He blushed looking down at his hands that kept hitting his thigh to see if this was real. Looking up he noticed a pill bottle on her nightstands glass table top.
Reaching over to pick it up he realized that it said Andrew Martin.
"Bet you can't say I saw Suzie sitting in a shoeshine shop ten times fast?" He said making a joke out of it. He knew Lydia would never back down from a challenge and always had to be the best at everything. She looked him dead in the eye and began.
"I shaw Shuzie- I saw." She stopped mid sentence and stared at her wall with wide eyes.
"I saw…" The mood in the room changed from a hormonal teenager talking to his crush to something much deeper and darker.
"I saw." Lydia began again. Stiles knew something was up. Did she know something about the werewolves in town?
She looked so frightened and confused. Placing his hand on top of hers Stiles asked what she saw.
"Something."
"Something like, a mountain lion? Or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?"
"A mountain lion." She said with no confidence still staring at the exact spot on the wall. Stiles could tell she was lying. That or she was believing a cover up story.
He reached over and grabbed a giraffe sitting by the corner of her bed.
"What is this?" He asked holding it up.
She looked at it with wide eyes quite adorably Stiles might add and replied a mountain lion.
"Okay, you are so out of it." Stiles said rolling his eyes. She gave up trying to remember animals and rested her head on his thigh causing him minor panic.
Lydia Martin had her head on his thigh. His thigh. Stiles Stilinski. He was panicking and could practically feel a panic attack coming on.
"Well I'm gonna go." He said standing up abruptly pointing towards the door exiting the room.
She groaned. "No stay."
He threw the door open and rushed back inside closing it.
"Me stay, me, you want me to stay." He said choking on his words.
She sat up again and seductively patted the bed next to her once more.
"Yes please."
Stiles had never run faster in his life than he did as he was running back towards the girls bed.
She reached up and caressed his face whispering stay.
Stiles was physically incapable of getting any words out. This was a dream. Lydia Martin with her hands on his face had to be a dream.
"Please Jackson, stay." She said soon followed by her passing out and falling back onto her pillow in a deep sleep.
"And were don't here." Stiles said defeated.
Suddenly her phone buzzed. Stiles picked it up wondering who it could be. Knowing that she was knocked out cold he figured it wouldn't hurt to look at it.
Opening it he saw a video. A video of the werewolf attack at the movie store.
Stiles had to call Scott.
Lydia knew.