Summary: Lydia gets paired up with Stiles for seven minutes in heaven on the one night she was trying to avoid him and the rest of the pack all together. Feelings bubble to the surface and things get messy. Random drabble set somewhere post-3B.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff/Borderline Smutty
A/N: I don’t condone drinking and driving in any way. ALSO it’s my five year fanfiction anniversary! Yay! So I thought I’d post something. I’ve written something else I hoped would be done in time for today, but I ran out of time, my laptop crashed, I got really sick, etc. so it got delayed so it’s COMING but for now enjoy this random drabble that probably isn’t nearly worth the month long wait it’s been since I last posted something! Love you guys xo. Thanks for making the last five years so memorable and special.
It was another dumb sophomore party that Lydia was really wondering why she had bothered attending. After all, she always threw the best parties. Why was she attempting to have a good time at some idiotic jock’s party, especially when it wasn’t the prime sport at Beacon Hills High?
Well, actually, she knew why. She wouldn’t have to pay for the liquor she planned on consuming, and, as far as she knew, none of the pack was coming. She needed a break from all things supernatural, all the destruction that went with it, and frankly her friends and their cutesy relationships.
Not to say she wasn’t happy for them. She was. Scott and Kira were adorable together, and Stiles and Malia… She was happy for them! That’s what mattered. They all deserved to be happy with another person.
But for Lydia, who had lost her best friend and her last semi-boyfriend to a powerful demon army… she needed a break from being the fifth wheel.
She used to always lose herself in someone for the night. That was how she had dealt with Jackson moving to London, how she handled anything too stressful, and although she had grown from being that girl, tonight she wasn’t really caring that much. She wanted a breather. She wanted to be someone else tonight, and therefore, making out with a stranger didn’t sound so bad.
Things had been really hard lately. And honestly, being alone at a party where none of her supernaturally-inclined protective friends were aware of, might not be the smartest thing she had ever done. Especially with there being a twenty million dollar price tag hanging off her neck for the assassins running amuck. But Lydia didn’t care tonight. She had lost Meredith, she had lost Allison, and she had lost hope that things would be okay. She really just wanted to feel like a teenager for one night. She wanted to do something reckless and stupid.
Which is why she agreed to something as childish and stupid as spin the bottle for seven minutes in heaven.
It was only a small group of them, and it didn’t matter if you had a significant other present or landed on the same gender when you identified as heterosexual, you were to get into the not-so-spacious hall closet and get your kissing on with whoever it landed on.
Lydia was starting to regret it though, even with the alcohol warm in her veins, when her turn came around. She wasn’t really feeling like fueling the males present in a lesbian fantasy, and the guys present weren’t really doing anything for her.
She sort of knew why that was. It had been a while since her eyes had been able to stray from one in particular.
But thankfully, he wasn’t coming tonight. He likely was at home, his girlfriend either on top of him or vice versa, and the thought immediately caused bile to leap to the top of her throat. She didn’t need him anyways. He had someone else to spend his time with. He had someone else to think about before he fell asleep at night, someone else’s touch to miss, someone else’s heart to long for. Only he needn’t long for it—he already had it.
As Lydia stepped forward to spin the bottle, she mused over the idea of how unbelievable a concept it was to have someone you love feel the same way in return. It seemed like something that would happen much less often than it did.
The bottle swerved in the center and she stepped back.
It slowed to a stop, pointing to a space between people with no clear indication on which one was closer.
"Guess I’ll spin again?"
But fate would have it that a teenage boy walked through the door at that very moment, stepping directly into the line of target for the kissing contract.
"Looks like there’s no need." one of the girls said with a giggle.
Stiles Stilinski was Lydia’s new partner.
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