Ask for cheesy, and you shall receive cheesy ;) By the way, keep the prompts coming in! I should have a few more up this weekend :)
Ever since Lydia had started dating Stiles, everything had gotten a little bit better. She laughed a little bit louder, smiled a little bit wider and cried a little bit less. She spent less time staying cooped up in her room and feeling sorry for herself and more time going to see movies or attending parties and dances. She learned how to enjoy her life again, and it was all because of Stiles.
Every single Saturday morning, Stiles would come to her house with coffee-he’d memorized her order of one low-fat caramel macchiato long ago-and they would spend their day doing anything, neither of them caring as long as they were together. It amazed Lydia that somehow, no matter how much time they spent together they never got bored or tired of each other. She’d been struggling to find a name for that feeling, and somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a voice telling her that she knew the answer-she just wasn’t ready to admit it.