Trying (Stiles and Lydia)

A yawn escaped his lips as he readjusted himself on the worn out couch they had in front of the television in the living room. In the past couple of weeks he had made that couch and his room his permanent home, hiding out from his friends, Ayame, and his own father at times. With the nightmares still plaguing his mind, sleeping pills had become his go-to move, but even those had started to wear off. They no longer had the effect he desired them to have.

He debated standing and making himself a sandwich, since he was actually feeling kind of hungry now, but physically moving wasn't something he wanted to do. As he kept debating, a loud knock interrupted him. Who would actually come looking for him? Shutting off the television, he got up to check and see who wouldn't stop their incessant knocking. Looking through the little hole, he recognized the fiery head of one Lydia Martin.

Did he really want to deal with people right now? No. But he couldn't exactly just leave her outside, his dad would begin to question him. Unlocking the wooden door, he opened the door just enough for her to see him. “Yes?” It was way to bright outside and he put his left hand up, shielding the sun. “Can I help you?”

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With strength he didn't know Lydia possessed, he got pushed aside. Was she really that strong or had he simply grown weaker from not having done much in so long. “Why would I invite you in when you can just barge in like that.” His hand went to the back of his head, tugging lightly on the end pieces of his hair. Once she had actually stepped inside, he closed the door. Had he done something wrong? Other than avoid all his friends for the past two weeks or so.

“Who says I've been hiding out?” Hiding out, staying in, same crap. So he didn't hang out with them like he used to, big whoop. It wasn't like they needed him. He was just a human who got mixed up with a whole lot of crazy shit and the supernatural. They were all these amazing creatures with powerful jaws or immense strength, or in her case, the ability to foretell death. All he could do was make a circle out of some dirt. Not exactly what someone would put on their resume. “This is called relaxing. Can't you see how relaxed I am?”

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A frown had graced her features, and something deep inside him felt the need to comfort her. Lydia had always been the one person whom he thought could do no wrong. When he had been slightly younger, she had also been the girl he hoped to marry. Those feelings were long gone, or so he thought. That he had made her frown, made him want to apologize. He had too big of a pride and if he hadn't apologized to Ayame, he had no plans to do so to Lydia.

Her hand slowly went to his and he found himself taking an involuntary deep breath. He would have given the world up for her to have been close to him and actually concerned for him, but not now. He just wanted her gone, like all the rest. He grabbed her hand, albeit a bit too roughly, and brought it down. “Don't...” He whispered, before letting go and turning towards the living room. She didn't have plans to leave, he could tell that much, but it didn't mean he had to stand there and allow her to break down the walls he had worked so hard in raising.

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He chose to ignore her, perhaps pretending she wasn't there would get her to leave that much sooner. Although he seriously doubted it. Lydia was stubborn, not as much as him, but still pretty damn stubborn. He slid back onto his couch, making sure to sit in the corner farthest from her. She was getting comfortable while he was doing all he could to not blow up on her and make her leave.

He wanted to be alone, dammit. That was the whole point of pushing them all away. Solitude and quiet, was that too much to ask? Stiles pressed play on the remote and focused his attention back onto the Star Wars movie he had rewatched at least ten times that week. There was no way he planned on even acknowledging she was there. Sure, he was acting like a small child who wasn't getting what they wanted, but things hadn't been easy as of late. And because of her reaction from earlier, he knew that his lack of sleep was taking a tole on his body.

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Lydia had a keen eye for paying attention to the smallest of details, so it wasn't too surprising when she realized that she realized he had the extended version of his favorite movie. He also had no doubt in his mind that she knew he wanted to be left alone, she was just blatantly ignoring it. Grabbing the remote, he subtly raised the volume in an attempt to forget she was even there. It usually worked with his dad, maybe it would work with her. When she got up a small part of him wanted to ask her to stay but he shut it down.

“Not hungry.” Two words. She had gotten him to speak up...damnit. The last time he had been out to shop for food had been about two weeks back and the last time they had ordered in had been even longer. He also had no doubt his dad had slowly began to realize he wasn't even paying much attention to what he had been eating. He probably thought he was stressed out with something at school or with the pack and was taking to his new freedom like a kid on break from school.

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He watched her move from the corner of his eye. She was ordering food, food that wouldn't get eaten and would just end up in the trash with the rest. Stiles couldn't focus anymore on the movie, not with the redhead walking around his home like she belonged, mothering him into taking better care of himself. He so badly wanted to listen to her and will himself to take better care but how was he supposed to tell her he had given up?

There was a reason he didn't hang out with them anymore and it was mostly because he didn't want them to see him like that. He resembled what the nogitsune had done to him too much and for them to look upon the face that had killed so many people would only do them harm. The only real difference from when he had been possessed and now, was that nothing supernatural was wrong with him. This was all some psychological bullshit going on in his mind.

She handed him a glass which he then placed on the nearby table. He wasn't thirsty or hungry, it wasn't hard to understand. He closed his eyes and allowed her to run her fingers through his hair. It was comforting that she was still there and was willing to put up with him in that state. He would humor her for now. “Thanks.” His hand reached for the water and brought it to his face, taking a slow sip. “The rest are in the dvd case.”

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Petting his hair was something his own mother had often done for him, it was a good way to calm him down. She would often just sit with him, his head on her lap as she played with the strands. It was actually part of the reason as to why he had shaved his head often once she died. Having it long would remind him of the times his mom would spend just running her fingers in his brown hair, the times they could just sit in silence, knowing that they were there. Now, it had just become a hassle to go get his hair shaved off. To be honest, everything had become a hassle.

“Sure. If that's what you want.” Spending time with Lydia, this closely, was something he would have done anything for back in the day. Now, he still preferred her company to most, but he knew what it was. She was there to make him eat something or to talk about the reason why he kept pushing everyone away. “I'm really not hungry, Lyds.”

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