Adjectives

Vulnerable

Not the first word he'd usually use to describe Lydia Martin, but the only one that crosses his mind right then and there as she stands on his porch in front of him, her emerald green eyes shimmering under a layer of tears, a pout on her lip and her entire body drenched in rain. She looks so small, so weak, her wet sweater clinging to the curves of her body and her hair falling in soaked, wavy tresses from the top knot it was in twenty minutes ago. She feels incredibly delicate as he pulls her in through the door and against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around her shoulders. He's well aware her mascara will leave a black stain on his favorite blue shirt but he doesn't care.

Adorable

He thinks to himself as he looks at her curled up in a blanket on his couch, her hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate he made for her after she'd taken a warm shower. He gave her a pair of gray sweatpants and a deep green t-shirt that looks dull compared to her eyes, and he can't help but think about how much he loves seeing her in his clothes. He walks over to join her on the couch, and she curls up next to him, resting her head on his chest. He feels moisture dripping from her eyes onto his shirt, and he wraps his arm around her again, pulling her tighter into his side. He sighs, feeling incredibly angry at whoever could make a girl like her feel like this.

Beautiful

Is the only way he can describe the way she throws her head back in thunderous laughter after he's popped in her favorite comedy, 21 Jump Street, to try and cheer her up. Her eyes have filled with tears again, but this time the good kind. She's laughing so hard it's become silent and he's lost track of what she's laughing at, because all he can pay attention to is how undeniably stunning the girl sitting next to him is. He knows, in that moment, he would pay a million dollars, swim the Pacific Ocean 20 times, and climb to the top of Mount Everest every day for the rest of his life if it meant he could see her light up like this again.

Angelic

Is how she looks when she falls asleep on the couch, and he has to carry her up to his bed. Her eyes are shut tight and she looks so peaceful, her chest rising and falling slowly with even breaths. He sets her down gently and pulls the covers up to just under her chin. He leans over her sleeping form, brushing a stray air out of her face and pressing a feather light kiss onto her forehead. He whispers goodnight to the girl before turning to walk out of the room, stopping abruptly when he swears he hears a faint voice calling out to him. He hesitates for a minute until he hears the voice again, and he's certain this time. He goes back to the partially awake girl, and he swears he misheard her when he hears her say she wants him to stay. He questions her and she confirms he heard right, so he crawls cautiously in the bed next to her. She rolls onto her side, resting her head on his chest and her arm across his stomach. Her hair is splayed around her head like a halo, and he swears he's never seen anything so perfect. A sense of relief washes over him, and the pair are fast asleep in a matter of minutes.

Confused

His mind is groggy from sleep, and he can't remember why exactly a certain strawberry blonde is sleeping next to him in his bed, and why their legs are tangled together and his arm is slung lazily around her waist, her back pressed against his chest. But all at once, the memories come flooding back. Lydia showing up at his front door, drenched and crying. Them watching comedy movies until she fell asleep on the couch and he carried her upstairs. A smile spreads over his features and he grips onto her tighter, the waves of her hair pressed against his face. She stirs, but only moves closer to him and they both feel oddly at peace.

Guilty

The feeling washes over him as he listens to her tell the story of what exactly happened last night. His face softens as she explains what happened between her and Aiden, and he feels rage spreading through his body when she tells him how the Alpha wolf treated her. He doesn't care how much bigger and scarier he is, all he wants is revenge for laying a single finger on the beautiful angel girl sitting on his bed in front of him. Lydia takes his hand to calm him down when she realizes how silent and brooding he's become. He relaxes immediately at her touch, but doesn't let go of his grudge in the least bit. He just feels awful for not having been at that party last night for her. He could've stepped in, he could've gotten Scott, he could've done something, anything. He blames himself the most for what happened. He brushes the bruise forming on her cheek gingerly, making sure not to press too hard and cause her more pain. How could he have not been there to protect her? Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Captivating

Because, in all honesty, he can't take his eyes off of her. It's an hour after they woke up, and they have to get ready for school. She's still wearing his oversized t-shirt, but has discarded the sweats, and is dancing around his kitchen as she "helps" him make French toast. He knows he should be paying attention to the food that's probably going to end up burnt, but instead he stares as she twirls around to some new Taylor Swift song, singing loudly and off-key but smiling brightly and laughing happily nonetheless. That it, until she catches him staring and stops abruptly, looking at the floor and blushing. He laughs at her bashfulness…since when is Lydia Martin ever timid? She shoots him a scowl and claims she's never shy, then tells him to go back to being her little slave. He shakes his head in a joking manner, then does as she says. But the moment he turns around, he hears her start to move and sing again, and it takes him all his will power not to go back to staring. His toast is burnt, they have school in an hour, and Aiden will surely be waiting them when they get there, but he is certain that this is the happiest he has ever felt.

Distracting

He should be focused on driving—that would be the smart thing to do—but there is a beautiful girl in the passenger seat of his car wearing a short skirt that's taking up most of his attention. She's singing again, and even though he's almost positive that she's one of the worst singers he's ever listened to, though he doesn't know whether or not it's intentional, he's also positive that it's the most perfect sound he's ever heard. Which, in theory, makes absolutely no sense, but he's really not at all concerned with how much sense he makes. All he cares about in that moment is that Lydia Martin is happy, and that Lydia Martin is happy because of him.

Infuriating

Fury, rage, irritation, resentment and a million other words that mean anger is all he feels when he sees the Alpha twin in the hallway after he's dropped Lydia off at her first class. How dare he show his face at this school the day after hurting its queen? Does he not understand the extent of what he has done? As their eyes meet, the Alpha stands taller, testing the dorky boy with the plaid shirt. And so he moves quickly forward, until he is standing nearly nose to nose with the twin, looking him directly in the eyes. He'll teach the arrogant bastard a lesson. And he does.

Satisfactory

The sight of a despicable boy on the ground, his hands covering his face, is one of the most satisfying things he has yet to witness. He's shocked himself, he didn't know he could hit hard enough to wound an Alpha. Which, in hindsight, should've been the first sign something was off. What he didn't know was that the petite red head had been standing right behind them the whole time. He thought he was protecting her. He thought he was doing right by her. Which is why it is

Shocking

To see her run past him and instead go to coddle the Alpha wolf with the bruise on his face that would be gone in a matter of minutes.

Painful

To watch her whip her head around and glare at him, daring him to say a word, while the other boy remains behind her, smirking in a 'ha-I-won' kind of way.

Devastating

For her to shake her head at him, disappointed, as she walks away with her arm wrapped tightly around the boy that she shouldn't be with. And

Heart-Breaking

Absolutely, completely and totally, unequivocally heart-breaking to be left standing in the hallway, alone, after watching the violent boy walk away with the girl that he doesn't deserve. The girl with the bruises from the Alpha boy's last abuse still fresh on her face. The girl that Stiles loves.

A/N: Well that was depressing. Let me know what you think! 18 days until season 5! Tell me about your predictions! Much love, peanutbutterpickle22 xx