"Who's house should we go to?" Stiles asks, "it's only twelve." Lydia shrugs as she sits in the passenger seat. The cuffs jangle as Stiles drives with only his left hand. Every once in awhile, their hands touch and shivers run up Lydia's spine.

"Let's go to my place, my mom is on a business trip," Lydia suggests. Stiles nods and turns left down her street. He drives ritually into her driveway and park. "This is going to be hard," Lydia states as they try to exit the car. They smile at each other amused.

"Here," Stiles holds out his arms as they sit in the small jeep, "pull yourself into my arms." With much complication, awkward touching, and muttered apologizing, Lydia swings her legs around and Stiles positions her in his arm. Stiles chuckles awkwardly. "For God sakes, if this is awkward, what is sleeping going to be like?" Lydia laughs.

"I suggest a pillow wall between us," Lydia suggests. Stiles smiles and winks.

"What a fantastic idea," Stiles agrees. They just stare at each other for a bit. They've never touched this much before. Now she could see all the different colors and flecks in his eyes. Every strand of his messy hair stands out on his head. Lydia becomes conscious of her surroundings.

"You can put me down now Stiles," Lydia reminds him. He shakes his head a bit and awkwardly laughs. They walk into her house and go straight to the kitchen. "Food?" She offers. Stiles shakes his head no. They venture upstairs and Lydia tugs him to the bay window. They plop down there and sit awkwardly.

"Okay what's with the silence huh? We've never been awkward," Stiles exclaims. Lydia shrugs and smirks.

"We've also never been handcuffed to one another," She reminds him. Stiles laughs slightly.

"Well what are we supposed to do?" Stiles asks, painfully bored. Lydia huffs and tilts her head back a bit.

"Unfortunately, I need to shower, I smell like booze," she tells him. Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

"How is that going to work?" Lydia only smirks in response.
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Stiles stands shirtless outside the shower as Lydia washes herself. Their hands stay locked together, the rest to their bodies separated by the shower curtain. Lydia decided the best way to do it was to have Lydia shower hanging one arm outside of the actual shower, so Stiles didn't have to get in with her. "Lyds, hurry up I'm bored!" Stiles complains.

"Suck it up and hand me my towel," Lydia demands. Stiles hands her the fluffy towel. "Now close those beautiful eyes of yours," Lydia states before stepping out of the shower. She carefully dries herself and struggles to wrap the towel around herself. Lydia grunts as she fails to wrap the towel around her. Stiles chuckles.

"Need help?" Lydia sighs and blushes profusely.

"Yes actually."

"Wait really?" Stiles asks, his heart rate speeding up.

"Unfortunately so," Lydia confirms. Stiles opens his eyes, but looks at the ceiling.

"Just hand me the towel," he states awkwardly. Lydia does so nervously. "Hold one end and I will hold the other," Stiles suggests. They each grab an end with the hand that isn't locked with the handcuffs. "I'm going to wrap it forward okay?" Lydia nods, "yes." Eventually she is wrapped in her towel and she holds it there with one hand.

"You can stop looking at the ceiling now Sti," Lydia tells him giggling. Stiles finally tilts his head down and looks at Lydia, her pale face framed by wet strawberry blonde hair.

"If that was hard how are you going to get dressed?" Stiles mentions as they stand awkwardly in the steamy bathroom. Lydia pulls them into her from where she grabs her phone and called Allison. She picks up quickly, but doesn't give Lydia he chance to speak.

"No Lydia, you made Cora and I promise to not give you the key to the handcuffs until you completed the dare," Allison says quickly. Lydia smiles, amused before responding.

"That's not it Allison, I just happen to need some help."
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Allison starts laughing when she enters Lydia's room. Tears spring from her eyes in amusement. "This," she gestures to Stiles and Lydia, "is the help you needed!" Allison slaps her knee and starts laughing again. Lydia rolls her eyes.

"Ya, ha ha very funny, now come on I need help getting dressed," she tells her giggling friend. Stiles scoffs.

"Wow Lyds, I didn't think I'd hear you say that to Ali until you both are eighty and have bad backs," Stiles jokes. Lydia drops the towel and slaps Stiles arm. Realizing what just happened Stiles squeezes his eyes shut. "Jesus fuck Lyds, warn me next time!" Allison starts laughing again as she walks to Lydia's closet and pulls out a comfy black tube top. Allison reaches Lydia and starts helping her into the shirta as Stiles awkwardly bends down when need and moves when asked with bus eyes squeezed shut.

"So how did you get your shirt off in the first place?" Allison asks. Lydia huffs and Stiles answers for her, clearly bored.

"We had to cut it off." Allison bursts out into giggles again. After a few minutes Lydia is dressed again, her wet hair pulled back into a sloppy bun.

"Well I'm off cuffers, see ya later," Allison states as she struts out of Lydia's room and back to her car. All Stiles has to do is look at Lydia and they both burst out laughing. Tears of happiness drip from their eyes as they chuckle. Once they are finally calmed down they sit in the bed.

"What now?" Stiles asks.

"How about a movie?"
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In a panic, all Cora can manage to do is stare at Isaac with strong eyes. They pierce through him, striking. Inside, she is screaming everything she wants to say to him. You cheating fucking prick, I fucking loved you, I was in love with you! Just as she is about to speak she gets a call from Lydia. Answering it, she doesn't take her eyes off of Isaac who is staring at her guiltily, the eyes that got punched watering. "What Lyds?"

"Well hi, Derek just called and asked me to tell you to watch out for Isaac. Apparently the three of them are moving to New York," Lydia explains. Cora laughs in a way they makes a chill run up Isaac's spine. Its slow, low, and worst of all fake.

"Ya I got that," Cora looks back at Isaac after moving her head from laughing, "say hi Isaac," Cora demands of Isaac, hissing his name like a snake about to strike upon a victim. He sighs as Cora holds out her phone so Lydia can hear Isaac talk. Tilting his head back to attempt to stop the blood free falling from his nose he speaks.

"Hi Lydia," he stumbles over his words.

"Isaac?"

"Lydia, I am going to have to all you back." And with that, Cora hangs up on her friend and drops her phone back in her pocket, not taking her eyes off of Isaac, as if she doesn't trust him to not pull a weapon on her. She didn't trust him at all, and for good reason. Her broke her heart, and she was still healing, no matter what she let on. 

"Look Cora, I'm sorry, it's not like I chose to move in across from you," Isaac states in a panic. Cora raises her eyebrow, anger evident.

"Of course you didn't want to move in across from me," Cora starts, "I know it will be so hard for you to look at me everyday and think 'oh damn, that's the girl I cheated on, good fucking times!'" Cora mocks her ex-boyfriend. Isaac takes a deep breath.

"You have the right to hate-"

"Yes I do, I do have the right to hate you, but I don't want to hear the cliches, I want to punch you in the fucking face and show you the scar on my heart that you left," Cora spits. Isaac bites his bottom lip for a moment, taking in her harsh words.

"Look Cora, we-"

"We, nothing! There is no we."

"Let me fucking talk Cora! We have been over this okay! I fucked up! I fucked you up and I screwed myself over! I lost the best thing I ever had in my life and that's why I'm moving here with Scott and Stiles! For a fresh fucking start because I have no job, no parents, and I don't have you!" Isaac screams. Cora blinks away his words. Isaac takes a deep breath, trying not to pass out.

"I am the best thing that could've happened to you, and you are right, you don't have me." She spits at his feet, and with the words still hanging in the air, Cora walks back into her apartment, finding Alison sitting at the kitchen table. She smiles when she sees Cora.

"Hey I found some leftover pads so I think I will be ok- Cora? What's wrong?" Allison asks noticing Cora's hard, empty eyes. She shakes her head and shrugs off her jean jacket.

"Nothing, nothing, but um, I'd watch out, Scott, Isaac, and Stiles are moving in right across the hall," Cora tell her as she leans against the counter, trying to cool off, pulling a lighter from her pocket. Allison's eyes sadden and the turn hard.

"You mean Isaac the cheating fucker?" Allison asks for confirmation. Cora nods with her eyes closed, recovering her lighter ands now digging for something else. In the next second she has a fresh cigarette lit between her lips. Allison storms out into the hall in her black bralette and sweatpants, planning something devilish. She sees Isaac standing in the middle of the hallway alone. Allison storms up to him and smacks him across the face. "That's for moving in here!" She punches his gut. "That's for always drinking all of my booze when we were kids!" Allison knees Isaac in the groin, causing him to groan loudly. "And that's for Cora!" Allison looks hardly at Isaac with no remorse. He doesn't show any anger, just looks back at her, feeling cold.

"Allison?" She freezes at the sound of the voice, every hair on her body stands on end. Scott. Turning slowly, she looks at him with a blank expression. She suddenly wishes that she was wearing more than a lacy bra and sweats. "What are you doing here?" She looks from Scott, to Isaac, then back to Scott.

"They live in the apartment across from us," Isaac explains. Allison sighs and crossed her arms over her chest.

"They?" Scott asks confused. Allison presses her lips together, dark hair falling in her face, before answering. 

"Me, Lydia, and Cora."
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Lydia is on her way home from work. Stiles has been on her mind all day. Of all places they could move, they end up right next to us. She walks through the cold dark night to their building and climbs each step slowly on her way to her apartment. Upon opening the door she finds her two best friends sitting around their kitchen table with Scott, Isaac, and Stiles. Dropping her purse on the kitchen counter she approached her friends slowly. "So I see you all got the news." They have changed a lot since Lydia last saw them. Gained more muscle and have more scruff on the jaws. Stiles looks at Lydia with a slight smile. She returns it casually as she sits down in between Allison and Scott. "Perfect, you're here," Cora states, clapping her hands together, a cigarette smoking in her mouth, "we are currently discussing some ground rules about the situation." Lydia looks at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Rules?" Lydia questions. Stiles raises his eyebrows and sighs.

"That's what I said," he replies. Cora shoots him a glare, puffs, and continues on with what she was saying.

"So far we have the times that we usually do our laundry, so we won't see each other, also no coming in and asking for any ingredients, and-"

"Cora wait," Lydia interrupts, putting her hands up and shaking her head. "You're not serious are you?" Cora laughs to herself a bit.

"You're totally right Lydia, I shouldn't be making ground rules, I should be telling the three idiots to move the fuck out," Cora hisses.

"No Cora, I mean we were friends for years, can't we just let things play out, it's not like we are living in the same apartment," Lydia exclaims. Now Stiles really smiles at her.

"I agree with Lydia," Scott states. Allison shoots him a glare.

"You were nineteen hours away and now somehow you end up right here," she tells him, anger lacing her words. Scott sighs.

"College ended, these two needed me, I got a job in New York, we moved here, end of story," Scott defends himself. Allison sits quietly after that.

"Jesus guys get a grip, I know that things might be awkward for you four-"

"There are five of us other than you," Stiles corrects her. Lydia rolls her eyes.

"Ya but we don't count, like I was saying, I know it's awkward and it was hard for everyone to watch the group slowly fall apart, but we aren't three years old, lets be mature about this."