Falling Slowly
Chapter 7: A Spark
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Stiles + Lydia, The Jeep
Summary: His eyes are soft but pensive. “I know a few tricks for getting these out,” Stiles tells her. Then he takes her hand, his touch gentle and his tone low when he continues, “I got my fair share of splinters, sophomore year…sitting on the bench during lacrosse games,” he explains.
And Lydia remembers.
She remembers the day before the championship game…
She was in the hallway outside Marin Morrell’s office, wondering why she had arrived fifteen minutes early for another useless appointment with the guidance counselor. As Lydia leaned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, she observed the stream of sunlight coming through the windows. It highlighted the row of empty chairs which lined the corridor, emphasizing their drab pea-green color as well as the darkness of the shadows they cast on the floor. She remembers that she was checking her watch for the second time in less than one minute, when Morrell’s door opened and a familiar figure stepped through it, closing the door behind him.
His head was ducked, dark brown hair closely cropped, fair-skinned cheeks and jawline dotted with moles. He wore a grey henley, jeans, and sneakers. A large duffel bag, tagged with the number 24, was slung over one shoulder. He carried a lacrosse stick and a worried expression. Stiles.
She remembers that he almost walked past her, but that before she could lift her voice to call his name, a pair of warm brown eyes met hers, lashes quickly fluttering in surprise.
“Hey… Lydia,” he greeted her.
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