{ She really didn't mean to break that.             Someone is still trying to get use to             this super strength thing. }

        ❝ Who are you? ❞

♥ -- "... I'm not sure how I respond to that, actually."

Ever since Lydia had learnt about the Supernatural surrounding (or should he say flooding?) their lives, the two of them had been spending more and more time together. They were the humans (at least before Lydia found out she was a banshee), the brains, the piece of logical thinking behind every fucked up plan the pack had, so it was obvious that they would be spending a lot of time on their own.  At first it was kind of awkward, especially for him. I mean, he was on his own with the girl of his dreams, right? How the hell was he suppossed to concentrate? But hey, when your life (and the love of your life's life) is in constant danger, one learns how to control this stuff. So after a couple of weeks, his heart stopped going out of control any time the strawberry blonde talked to him in a non-threatening way. Moreover, they even became very good friends; hell, they even started hanging out at his place! They even had reached a point in which Lydia knocked the Stilinskis' door for mere courtesy, and after greeting the Sheriff, she just walked into Stiles' room and let herself fall onto his bed like it was no big deal. And, to be honest, it really wasn't. But then he got possessed and a lot of weird things happened, including the fact that he stabbed his best friend, told a mass murdered to kill the new girl, and threw himself out of himself. But even so, things with the strawberry blonde hadn't been all that wrong; surprisingly, she wasn't disgusted with him (even though he was). But then Scott asked him to help him with the whole Malia thing, and of course he couldn't say no, and so her meetings with the banshee became less and less frequent. Surprisingly, he didn't notice; unfortunately, he didn't notice the change in her behaviour as well. Why? Because he was too busy with Malia. However, that day they had met again, because someone had to find out how to turn Derek into his adult, grumpy-self once again, and who was better for the job than the two braniacs of the pack? And that was why Lydia was in his bed, as usually, but not being quite the Lydia she usually was. And after an hour and a half, he just couldn't take it anymore; because this time he noticed. "Okay, Lydia? You've been acting all shades of weird lately, and I was hoping you'd either tell me or get back to normal," Tactful as usual, Stilinski. "but since none of those happened, I'll ask. What's wrong?" And he turned to her, with a face much more full of worry than his voice.

{ she's referencing the braid   lydia typically sports. it's cute     ---- she'd like to try it. }