Lydia comes running when she hears Stiles screaming over the phone and comes running to his house. Turns out his screaming weren't for reasons she thought.
It’s early morning when Lydia awakens due to a familiar scream. She jolts up in her bed, still half asleep, and questioning the boundaries between reality and dream. The scream echoes throughout the house once more, however, and Lydia instantly goes on alert.
Spending the night at her boyfriend’s house had become a pretty normal thing for them. Normal enough that Sheriff Stilinski set an extra plate aside for Lydia nearly every morning. Of course, Stiles groans when his father starts spouting out small talk, his cheeks tinting red from the embarrassing stories. Honestly, it’s probably one of her favorite parts of the day.
But today, her morning started out much less pleasant. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Lydia bounds up from her place nestled underneath the covers and hurries out of the bedroom, stumbling as she pulls Stiles’s sweatshirt over her head. She then rushes down the stairs, footsteps pounding in beat with her heart. Skidding into the kitchen, her socks slip on the tile, but she soon regains her balance.
“Stiles!” She shouts, maneuvering around the corner through the doorway. He’s staring at his laptop, entranced.
“Are you okay?!” Lydia gasps, grabbing his hand and checking for injuries worriedly. “Why did you scream?”
The answer is not what she was expecting, to say the least. She though she’d see him bleeding out on the ground, mauled by a werewolf with that loud of a screech, but that’s not even close.
Stiles clutches Lydia’s arm like a lifeline, practically jumping out of his chair. “This is it, Lydia! It’s the new Star Wars trailer. Oh my god, I think I might pass out! I need to watch it again!”
Lydia pulls back. “Are you serious? I thought you were dying!” She purses her lips at him angrily.
“Well, I mean, I am technically dying. Dying of excitement!”
She glares at him. “You woke me up because of a movie trailer.”
“It’ s not just a movie trailer–” Stiles pauses, noticing the look on his girlfriend’s face. “Uh, I’ll make you some breakfast?”
“Pancakes. And coffee.”