Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 16:30:17 GMT -5
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.
The tip of the iceberg.
Stiles looked over at his clock, then down at his watch, then over at his clock, the clock on his computer, and then his watch. He finally stopped himself just as the clock switched over to the next hour, and he hopped up, heading to his closet. Half an hour before the movie started at the drive in. He had a plan, a Stiles plan, one that happened to be five years in the making, with an estimated duration of fifteen years. Yeah, he had ten left. Besides, he’d told Scott it needed a bit more extending, and it did. But he was determined to show Lydia he was there for her, that he loved her and had loved her since third grade, and that hadn’t changed.
What could he say, he was one loyal person. He knew that over time his love for her hadn’t faded, and if anything had grown stronger, especially over the past couple of years, what with hanging out with her more, they’d both gotten to know each other more. And really, he’d been able to put facts to that unattainable person just out of his reach, to make her less unattainable, more approachable. It was amazing the improvement that had been had. Now she not only knew his name, but would willingly talk to him, and he was over the moon about that.
After he pulled on a fresh pair of jeans, plain white t-shirt and a plaid shirt over top of that, he pulled on his sneakers and loped down the stairs and headed for the front door. He snatched the keys for his jeep off the hook on the wall by the door and was out of the house. Stiles hopped into his car, starting it up and turning out of the driveway and towards Lydia’s house. It was the first time they’d see each other in months since she’d gone to South of France. He was eager to see her, happy, worried and anxious all at the same time, his fidgeting made worse by that combination even as he stopped in front of her house, and shut off the engine.
He wiped his hands on his jeans before leaving his jeep and heading for her front door, knocking twice before stepping back and looking around, foot tapping out a rhythm against the steps. The teen then rang the doorbell, no doubt making it clear to those inside the house just who had come to visit, since he was probably the only one who’d knock and ring the doorbell, instead of just being patient and waiting for someone to answer when he knocked. Well, at least Lydia knew him well enough to classify it as just another quirk of his, so he didn’t worry much about it, like always, and even managed to tone down on the fidgeting while he waited.
NOTES :: Lol, Stiles you dork.
MUSIC :: You Are The Sun, You Are The Rain - Lionel Ritchie
WORDS :: 479
TAGS :: Lydia;
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.
The thunder before the lightning.
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever felt this way?