Stiles chuckled and went through the usual routine, taking Lydia’s hand to pull her off the couch, walking her to the door, handing her her coat. “Hey, uh…thanks. For tonight. It was interesting.” He said for lack of better words. He had no idea how to properly thank her for being the only person that truly listened to him. He waited a few moments before opening the door, holding it open for Lydia.
Lydia slipped on her coat, keeping in another yawn. She was suddenly glad that they didn’t have school the next morning. She was able to sleep in, too. Her mother had nothing scheduled for her to attend, so her weekend was basically a lazy one. She’d probably end up watching The Notebook once more and maybe even reading the book. Lydia pulled her coat tight around herself, getting ready to face the winter winds. It was a short walk to her car, but she hated the cold. “You’re welcome. It was rather…interesting.” She stepped outside, glad she had finally worn a coat. Lydia smiled and turned, heading down the driveway toward her car.
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“Me too.” Stiles said, returning the smile. Glancing at the clock, he yawned. “Well, I don’t know about you, but it’s past Stiles’ bedtime. You ready to get going?” He asked. It wasn’t that he wanted Lydia to leave, but he didn’t know what else to say. He held back another yawn.
Lydia nodded, yawning a yawn of her own. “I really hate how yawns are so contagious.” She muttered, suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of tiredness. The past few days were finally catching up to her.
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Stiles nodded. “You always do. Without fail.” He said truthfully. “Thank you. I needed to hear that. Maybe some day I’ll believe it.” He said, smiling as Lydia took his hand. Seeing her being this kind was throwing him off. Usually, he could ignore his feelings for her when she was around, but he felt them creeping back up as he sat there with Lydia. Sighing, this time it was Stiles who dropped her hand. “I guess I underestimated you.” He said with a slight laugh.
“I’m glad I do.” Lydia said, smiling once more. She never realized that she had an impact on when it came to Stiles and how he was feeling. When he dropped her hand, she sighed. “I guess you did.” She nodded.
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Stiles simply sighed. “It does make a difference, actually. You always make me feel better.” He said truthfully, offering Lydia a smile. “Thanks. I think a part of me knows I don’t deserve it, but I can’t help but feel like I do anyway, you know?” He paused for a moment before continuing, having no idea why he was about to say what he was. “It’s just…the worst day of my life was my fault. Or, I’ve always thought of it as my fault. And ever since that day, I’ve felt as if I deserve every kind of hell life throws at me. Nothing will ever be enough to make up for what happened that day.” He shook his head, already wishing he hadn’t brought it up. “Man, my turn ended a long time ago. How’d you trick me into talking more?” He joked, trying to steer the conversation away from everything that had just come out of his mouth.
“I do?” Lydia asked. She smiled, unable to help herself. She was glad that she made him feel better. Lydia hated when her friends felt like, well, shit. She usually wasn’t very good with making them feel better. “I’m going to say this again: you. Do not. Deserve. It.” Sighing, she reached over to take his hand once more. This time she didn’t drop it. Giving it a squeeze, she smiled. “I’m just that good.” She responded.
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“Almost.” Stiles teased. “I’ve never played Angry Birds either. My app addiction record is completely clean.” He said with sarcastic enthusiasm. “Yeah, I have.” He nodded. “Probably because the ones that do are the people that deserve it the least, but society’s screwed them into thinking that they do deserve it, so they don’t complain because they feel like it’s their own fault. That’s how it is for me, anyway.” He hadn’t meant to say the last part. God, he really needed to start thinking before he spoke. “Not that I think I have it hard. I mean, my life’s not so bad…” Stiles trailed off, knowing that if he didn’t he would start to ramble.
Lydia reached over to lightly smack him. “Rude.” She said. “Are you serious? In that case, I recommend that you never playing that game.” She laughed. Lydia listened to Stiles talk, shaking her head as soon as he said that’s how it is for him. “I know my words won’t make much of a difference, but I really hope that one day, you won’t believe that. You don’t deserve it.” She said quietly. “No one truly does.”
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“No, not at all. You’re much more enjoyable this way. Almost tolerable.” Stiles joked, winking at her. “I have never played it, and never plan to.” He said. He didn’t understand the obsession with it at all. “I mean, you never know. Maybe they really do have it bad…” Stiles trailed off, knowing it wasn’t true. “Okay, yeah, no. I can’t even give them the benefit of the doubt.” He shook his head, laughing slightly.
Lydia frowned. “Almost tolerable?” She asked. “It’s addicting, just like Angry Birds. Stupid apps.” She rolled her eyes. “No, they most likely don’t have it hard. Ever notice that people who do normally don’t complain? Especially not all over Facebook?”
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“Nothing, I just…it’s funny when you’re nice.” Stiles said simply, holding back a laugh. “Amen. Especially when all they ever whine about is how their parents won’t let them go out and get drunk, or their crappy score on Temple Run.” He rolled his eyes.
“Would you rather me be mean instead?” Lydia asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because I can do that.” When he mentioned Temple Run, she laughed. “I get crappy scores all the time on that game. People on Facebook love to think that their lives are so hard.”
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#OOC: Haha majority of my friends post stupid stuff like that.
“Hm? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.” Stiles simply shook his head, laughing to himself. “Well, it doesn’t matter, because you’ve got me now, and I’m not going anywhere.” He said. “And I would want to fit in with those assholes because…?” Stiles snorted, rolling his eyes. “Please. I wouldn’t be caught dead acting like they all do.”
“You’re laughing at nothing? Oh.” Lydia said with a raised brow. “That’s good do hear.” She said with a small smile. “They’re pathetic. I’m not saying it’s bad to tell people about your problems, just don’t whine about it over facebook.”
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