#foulwitchqueen

But Chemistry can only keep a girl happy for so long, as an hour later she was thinking about Stiles again. “Do you think he’s hungry? Scott what if he’s hungry? Who’s going to bring him food?”

“Lydia calm down. My mom’s bringing him soup during her lunch break.”

She nods anxiously. “Okay good. Just…just making sure.”

“Hey why don’t you eat a little more, I’m kinda worried about you.” Scott says, his eyes looking down at her half eaten lunch. 

“I’m not the one you should be worried about!” Lydia argues. 

“How can I not worry about you? I’ve seen Stiles sick, okay? He’s whiny, gross, and kind of a piece of shit. I understand that you’re anxious, okay? I remember once when Allison got the flu and I was freaked out too. It sucks to know someone you love is hurting but you gotta breathe. Besides you’re kinda scarry when you’re anxious. 

“I’m…scary when I’m anxious? Do you think Stiles thinks I’m scary when I’m anxious?”

Scott just sighs and continues eating his lunch. He loves this girl but she was way past help at this point.

Could this stupid clock move any slower? Lydia was getting more and more impatient by the second. 

Ten minutes. Ten minutes until she was out of this classroom and with her Stiles. Okay fifteen minutes if you counted her having to go to her locker for her books. Wait, no, twenty five minutes if you counted the drive to his house. Yeah, twenty five minuets, that sounds about right. 

Lydia looks up at the clock again. Only thirty seconds had passed? 

Ridiculous.

She lays her head down on her desk and begins to doodle Stiles in her notebook. Starting with his spiky hair that always looks like it’s covered in hair gel but is so extremely soft, then sketching his precious little button nose. Next she draws his lips, which are by far her favorite part of his body. She finishes drawing his neck and the moves onto his eyes. God, she loved his eyes so much. She can’t even explain how beautiful they are. They way they seem to sparkle when the sun hits them in just the right spot, or how they’re the color of caramel. And don’t even get her started on his-

The bell rings.

Scott doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone leave class so fast.

She feels immediate stress relief when she pulls into the Stilinski’s driveway. The jeep is the only car there so Lydia wastes no time in barging in the front door and making her way up to Stiles’ room. 

Of course he’s sound asleep when she gets there, and Lydia can’t help but smile when she sees him. Sure his hair is sticking up in all directions, and his super pale complexion and feverish red cheeks are slightly worrying, but just seeing him puts a smile on her face. 

She slips off her shoes and climbs in his bed, doing her best to be careful so she doesn’t wake him. She doesn’t even worry about the idea of getting sick as she snuggles up next to him. 

“You’re crazy.” A sleepy voice comes from next to her. “You’re so gonna get sick.”

“Don’t even care.” Lydia hums as she scoots closer to her boyfriend. “You’re so warm.”

“Yeah well…that’s the fever.” He replies with a tired laugh. 

“You feeling any better?”

“Now that you’re here, I feel amazing.”

“Really?”

“No…everything hurts. But you definitely make it better.” 

“Well good because thats my job. Now tell me how I can make you feel better. A movie, back rub, maybe tea?”

Stiles just wraps his arms around Lydia and buries his face in her neck. “I got everything I need right here.”

Lydia smiles and gives him a quick kiss on the forehead.