They sat, engrossed, barely noticing the popcorn that failed to make it to their slack mouths. When the screen fell to black Lydia's body would become rigid and her hand flailed for Stiles. Silences never lasted long when watching movies, merely tools to heighten the drama, ploys of stylistic effect – depriving the senses of light and sound for just long enough.

Lydia was shivering alone in her chair and she knew Stiles was looking at her because of it. He patted his hand on the couch motioning for me to come over.

"Lyds you must be freezing, come over here and sit with me!" I walk over to sit on the couch next to him as he covers the blanket over me. "Thank you." He doesn't say a word he just smiles back at me. And that was when I realized that I'm in love with him. I wasn't quite sure yet if this fantasy of mine was real yet but I had so many thoughts.

He never leaves my mind, he's always there; mentally if not physically. It's just incomprehensible. He's my one stable force, my one stability in a world filled with chaos and I so desperately need that in my life. I love him so much for that. I'm in love with him and I can't believe I've only just realized it.

This feeling is so strange; it stretches throughout my whole body. It's overwhelming, yet makes me feel complete. It's just absolute. It feels as though I'm in a dangerous fire, yet I'm completely safe at the same time. It feels as though someone's given me peace. It feels as though my heart is dancing around my chest; and a hole, I was never aware was there, has been filled. I feel so light like I'm on top of the world yet my heart is constricting and it feels as if there's no oxygen in my lungs.

It's strange – frightening even – how you can go from someone being a complete stranger to then being completely infatuated with them and wondering how it ever was that you were able to live without them because you sure as hell couldn't imagine being without them now. I know we're only young, and most people would consider me to be foolish and naïve, but it's true when I say that I love him more than I could ever love myself. He's my best friend and, as cheesy as it sounds, he's my anchor. My one stability in this world filled with chaos.

I watch Malia and Scott in each other's arms smiling. A small part of me wishes that it could be me and Stiles. I still haven't told him how I'm leaving for New York next week, I mean he's got Scott, Malia, Kira and everyone else.

After the movies I find Stiles asleep with his head on my shoulder I try not to wake him up but clearly, that didn't work. "Lyds what time is it?" It's 10:30 I answer back. "Umm okay, I better get going then." "Thanks, Stiles I really had a great time." "Me too." He encloses me in a warm hug.

After he closes the door I walk over to Scotty and lightly tap his shoulder. "Scott it's 10:40," I whisper. "K, I'll be out in 10, I'll let her sleep a few more minutes. I walk upstairs to my bedroom I usually brush my teeth but I was exhausted I didn't even know why. I plop down on my bed until thoughts of night roll into my head.

(Scott's POV)
It's now 10:50 Mal is currently still asleep, I softly caress her head as she slowly opens her eyes. "Good sleep?" "Yeah, how long was I asleep?" "Almost 2 hours." She blushes and smiles at me. "Come on I'll take you home." I clutch her hand as we grab our jackets and walk out the door. The sky above was full of dark ragged clouds as the rain kept pouring down. I open the car door as we both get in I switch the radio on and drive if to Mals house. As I'm driving Malia turns the station, she loves country music. She sings along with the song

She'd trade Colorado if he'd take her with him
Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in,
And wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay,
She's answered by the tail lights
Shining through the window pane
He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then
She said you're ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
You gotta gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin'
At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln,
The night is black as the coffee he was drinkin',
And in the waitress' eyes, he sees the same 'ol light shinin',
He thinks of Colorado
And the girl he left behind
He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better— Malia stops singing as I pull into her driveway she says goodbye I then pull out towards home as I watch her walk inside her house

So what did y'all think? I honestly loved writing this chapter especially the details! Sorry for updating this late at night but they say the best writers are the ones up late at night lol

Have a great weekend to be cont on Thursday or maybe earlier ❤️