"I love you, Lydia Martin." Stiles said, he had been waiting for years to confess his feelings towards her and now that they were probably about to die he needed to get it out.
“I… I’m sorry, Stiles, I don’t think it’s going to work.” Lydia stuttered, he was her best friend and even though they had chemistry she couldn’t see herself on a relationship with him at the moment. “I’m really sorry.”
Stiles smiled melancholically. “It’s okay, Lyds, I’ll wait for you.” He said, he had waited years for tell her, he could wait a little bit more right?
“No, no Stiles, you should move on, go on dates, meet pretty girls… Malia seems pretty cute,” Lydia felt her heart stuttering, she couldn’t date Stiles, she was dealing with being a banshee for the moment, it would just make thing more complicated.
"She’s not you." Stiles said miserably.
“Well…” Lydia took a deep breath, she knew she would regret saying her next words but she knew it was the only way Stiles would stop. “You can’t have me, Stiles, I don’t love you.” She turned around, a single tear falling down her cheeks.”
"Wake up, Lydia!" Allison shook her best friend awake, Lydia opened her eyes startled, she grunted. "You were dreaming about Stiles again."
"I know, Allison… Please don’t tell Malia… Or Kira." Lydia asked her.
"You know I won’t but this has to stop, talk to him, take some sleeping pills, i don’t know but you need to do something about it." Allison softened her tone. "It’s been years, Stiles is no longer in love with you, he’s with Malia now, and they seem to be happy, please accept it and move on, it hurts me to see you like this."
"I can’t, Allison, I’m trying, but I can’t, I made a huge mistake that night."
"I know, sweetie but it’s too late now, you have to let it go." Allison smiled comfortingly, "Breakfast is ready."
"Ugh, I love you." Lydia smiled, she had been roommates with Allison for six months. they took turns with everything and it was a fairly easy arrangement, it also helped that they had been best friends for several years.
"They took a plate each and started eating until Allison broke the silence."
"You know I can go shopping with Malia so you can talk with Stiles in private." Allison suggested.
"I’m not talking with him about this." Lydia answered firmly.
"Why are you so difficult?" Allison exclaimed. "I’m going on a date with Isaac today, but I will invite Malia to the mall tomorrow, you have the whole day to decide if you’re going to talk to him or you’re going to stay here, moping forever."
"I won’t go, but thank you."
"I’ll still do it, you can change your mind."
"I’m not going to talk with Stiles." Lydia repeated in front of her mirror. "I’m not going to talk with Stiles." She combed her hair in a nice braid and pick out her favorite dress to wear. "I’m not going to go to his loft."
She grabbed some cereal and went to watch some movie, Allison had left early to go shopping with Malia and Kira.
She gave up on watching tv after a few minutes, she couldn’t concentrate, she was just trying to stop thinking about going to Stiles and Malia’s loft.
"But what if I go to spend the day with an old friend? I don’t have to tell him anything." She thought aloud, she nodded to herself and grabbed her purse.
Stiles wasn’t expecting anyone, he had decided to stay on sweats all day and was currently eating fries for breakfast, the tv was loudly playing some comedy movie but he could still hear the ringbell. He turned down the tv and left his fries on the table.
"I’m coming!" He shouted, he put on a t-shirt and went to open the door.
"Hello, Stiles." Lydia smiled nervously.
"Hey, what’s up? I thought you were going shopping with the others?" He laughed confused.
"Um…" She hadn’t thought about that. "I don’t have money for shopping right now, y’know? Paying for college and being a grown up… yeah." She mentally slapped herself. Come on, you’re Lydia Martin, put yourself together.
"Okay? Um… Do you want to come in?" Stiles said looking weirdly at her, she was acting so strange.
"Yeah." Lydia exclaimed nonchalantly.
"Sorry for the mess, i wasn’t expecting you." Stiles said trying to clean up a bit.
"I know this looks like a disaster but Malia doesn’t like cleaning and neither do I so this ends up like this and-" He was rambling, since that night they were always really awkward around each other, they were still friends but not as close.
"It’s fine, Stiles, I don’t mind." Lydia reassured him, she didn’t want to hear about Malia.
"Okay, um… I’m sorry if this sounds rude but can I help you? Is everything alright?" He inquired, Lydia didn’t came often to his house and even less without notice.
I’m not going to tell him. “Everything is fine, I just wanted to spend some time with you.” Her heart was beating faster than usual. I’m not telling him. “I just missed you.”
"Oh, okay, we can do that, I missed you too, Lyds." He used her old nickname, she felt warm and happy.
You can’t do this, you can’t tell him. She smiled. “What were you doing before I got here?”
"Uh, just eating some fries and watching tv." Stiles said scratching his neck.
Don’t do it, stop. “Oh, well, why don’t you finish eating while we watch tv and then we can just talk or go for a walk?”
"That sounds good."
They watched some soap opera in silence, Lydia stole some of Stiles fries and they soon finished them.
Please don’t do it. Lydia opened her mouth, she wanted to tell him so badly. “Stiles…” STOP. “I should go.” It was a bad idea coming here, she wanted to add.
"But you just got here." Stiles frowned. "Lydia… Is something wrong?"
"No." She murmured, she couldn’t look him in the eyes.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He asked.
No no no no no no. “Yeah, I know.”
"Then tell me what’s bothering you." He implored.
“I-“ FUCK IT. “I’m in love with you.”
Stiles opened his mouth to reply but no words came out, he felt a panic attack about to start, his breathing got faster and his heartbeat increase, “No, no, this can’t be happening.” He tried to calm down, he held his breath for a few seconds and then tried to breathe normally. Lydia rubbed his back for a few minutes.
“Are you okay?” Lydia asked worriedly, she wasn’t expecting this reaction.
“You can’t come here and tell me you love me, Lydia. You can’t.” Stiles exclaimed getting as far as possible from her.
“I wasn’t going to tell you, I know it’s not fair.” She said, “I’m going to leave now, I’m really sorry, Stiles.” She grabbed her purse, Stiles grabbed her wrist.
“We are going to talk about this, you can’t go away just like that.”
Lydia bit her lips and nodded. “Okay.”
“You said you didn’t love me, you said I should move on, why?”
She grimaced remembering the night that haunted her. “I don’t know, I didn’t want a relationship, I was dealing with being a banshee… I thought you would be better without me, I’m a mess, Stiles.” Lydia mumbled bitterly.
“I said I would wait for you, I was going to wait!” Stiles shouted.
“I know. I didn’t want you to.” Lydia said meeting his eyes.
“I’m with Malia now, Lydia, what do you want from me?” Stiles asked, he seemed desperate.
“I don’t know.”
“Stiles, please stop asking questions, I don’t know.”
Stiles pulled his hair. “I was willing to leave everything just for you… I can’t do this, Lydia, I’m with Malia now.”
“I understand, I’m going to leave now, I’m really sorry.” She went to open the door but stop dead on her tracks upon hearing Stiles’ voice again.
“I never stopped loving you.”
She couldn’t turn around, she couldn’t look at him. “What?”
“I can’t leave Malia, I care too much about her, but I wanted you to know that I love you, too.”
Lydia stopped, “What?” she asked breathlessly.
“I still love you, Lydia Martin.”
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