I nervously, knock on the same door that I did yesterday, why I couldn't quite understand. I just felt obliged to see her, mostly I think it was due to her admitting to me, that she had lost all her friends due to her suicide attempt.

The door swings open to reveal, a tired, work-down looking Lydia Martin; her strawberry blonde curls, where tied up into a high ponytail, she was wearing pink and white striped silk pjs.

Her eyes widen slightly, as she see's it's me who's stood outside her door, "Y-Your back?"

I shrug, "Dad wanted me too see you again"

Technically this wasn't a lie, Natalie phone my dad yesterday after I left, and she appeared to be over the moon, that someone actually wanted too see her daughter. So before I left the house this morning dad suggested, that I once again visited Lydia.

Lydia rolls her eyes, "Well, I was just about to start watching the notebook, so you'll have to just watch it with me"

I groan, "Really? The notebook? Shouldn't you, you know be watching happy things"

The strawberry blonde gives me a pointed look, "I really doubt watching a Nicholas Sparks film, is going to make me overdose on morphine and take a shit load of pills again"

I wince slightly, "Shit, yeah let's just watch this shitty movie"

Lydia smiles slightly, before welcoming me inside. I take of my shoes, and follow her into her front room. The curtains where drawn preventing any source of natural light streaming in, the leather sofa, I pressume Lydia was previously sitting on was covered with numerous blankets and pillows, on the coffee table in-front of said sofa, laid a bowl of popcorn, and various sweet packets.

I grab the bowl of popcorn, before plopping down on the sofa.

"Hey! You just stole my popcorn"

"If I have to suffer, then you have to suffer" I say simply.

"And how exactly, are you suffering? You're watching a film, with a pretty girl?" Lydia asks, as she places her hands on her hips.

"I'm being forced to watch 'The Notebook" I deapan, "How aren't I suffering?"

Lydia rolls her eyes before attempting to grab a handful of popcorn, I quickly slap her hand away.

"I don't like to share" I murmur.

"You are an actual child"

"Just play your shitty movie"

"With pleasure" The strawberry blonde says, as she turns her head, so that she can give me a smug look.

"You do realise, this movie is completely unrealistic"

"Shhh!"

"I'm just saying, what guy is really going to go through all the effort of building a girl a house?"

"One that's in love" Lydia says, her tone making out as if I was the most stupid person, on the planet.

"So, you expect your future husband to build you a house?"

"I don't really think, about the future"

I turn to look at her, "Well, you must think about college. Don't you have a ridicously high GPA?"

"I probably, won't be around by the time college starts" Lydia murmur.

My eyes widen slightly, "W-What?"

The strawberry blonde sighs, "Well, I had the perfect life before and I still wanted to die, so why would I want to keep going when my life, has turned to shit. I have no friends, no boyfriend, my mother watches me like a hawk, everyone thinks I'm a nut-job. So what part of that, is going to make me want to keep going?"

Shit.

"You've got me now" I say before giving her a playful wink.

"That makes it worse"

I gasp dramatically, "Lydia Martin, you have wounded me"

Her green eyes sparkle, with what I hope is amusement, "What a shame"

And in this moment, I knew what I had to do. Everyday until Lydia wanted to actually live, I'm going to spend with her.

I am going to save Lydia Martin's life.

I was going to make her happy again, I was going to make her smile, I was going to give her the chance to re-build her life.

"Would you like to hang out with my friends, some time?"

Lydia turns her head, "Are you just saying that because, I just told you I had no friends and that I want to die?"

My eyes widen, "N-No, I just..."

Lydia scoffs, "Fine, I'll hang out with your friends"

"R-Really?"

"Well, I may as well, plus your friend Scott is pretty cute"

"Well, I hate to break it to you, he's also pretty taken"

Her eyebrows knit together, "He is? God, I geninuely used to know every little, piece of gossip and now even you know more about what's going on then I do!"

"He's dating Malia Tate" I say simply, my stomach ignites the same feeling it always does when I mention, or for better yet, anyone mentions Malia and Scott together.

Malia Tate.

How do, I even begin to describe the wonder which is Malia Tate?

She was un-deniably the most beautiful creature which god has ever created, she had carmel, coloured hair which never seemed to be out of place, she had large chocolate eyes which could turn any guy into a puddle of horemones.

Malia and I have been friends since seventh grade, we where assigned to sit next to each other in science and there was just chemsitry, literal and metaphorical chemsitry. We have everything in common, the same sense of humour, we liked the same films, we read the same comic books.

But in despite of all this Malia, had well and truly fallen in love with my best friend. And trust me when I say this, it hurt like hell.

"Didn't you have like a massive thing for her?"

I blink, "Y-You knew about that?"

Lydia gives me a look, "I knew about everything"

"But yeah I did, actually I still do" I admit, as I look down at my hands awkwardly.

"Oh, Uh, Sorry"

"Lydia Martin, are you actually apologising?" I ask dramatically.

The strawberry blonde rolls her eyes, "I'm not actually one hundred percent evil, you know"

I nod, "I know, I mean on a good day, I don't even think I see anymore that eighty percent evil in your eyes"

I feel a pillow collide with my face, causing me to splutter dramatically.

"You are seriously, becoming a bane of my existence Stilinski"

I turn to look at the girl next to me, with a cheeky grin, "You say such sweet things to me"

She rolls her eyes at me before turning her attention back to the film.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the storyline of the film, actually I don't think this film held any storyline, it was just about a man reading memories to his wife, who's currently losing her memory. Maybe, I didn't like the film because the storyline, hit close to home. It just reminded me of how, when my mother began to lose her memory, when I was only the tender age of eleven, my dad would read her stories. And it sickened me, how something so similar and heartbreaking to my life, could be an awarded winning blockbuster.

I turn my head when I hear sniffles, next to me.

My eyes widen, the ice-queen of Beacon Hills was sat next to me, in floods of tears because of a shitty Nicholas Sparks movie.

"Lydia?" I ask carefully.

The strawberry blonde let's out a sob and shakes her head, "I-It's just so beautiful"

I shake my head, "No it's not! It's painful, and it's hurtful but the film only shows that for a short amount of time!"

Lydia looks at me, with tear stained cheeks, "A-Are you alright?"

I shrug, "This film, it just reminds me of my mom and dad"

"I-I don't understand"

"My mom died from dementia, when I was eleven and my father used to read to her, like he does in this shitty film!"

"Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't know"

"It's fine" I say dismissively.

"No, let's watch something else"

"Lydia it's fine"

She shakes her head, "No, you're right. It's probably not good, for me to be watching sad films anyway"

"You should be watching, something happy"

"Like?"

I purse my lips, before widening my eyes excitedly, "We should totally watch, The Office"

Lydia's eyes light up, in a way I haven't seen before, "You watch The Office?"

"You bet your little ass I do!"

The stawberry blonde rolls her eyes before a ghost of a smile tugs it's way onto her lips, "Please, tell me you at least appreciate Jim and Pam's love story?"

I nod, "Of course I do! They're soulmates"

"Can't argue, with you on that one Stilinski"

I liked this Lydia, she was someone who I could actually see myself being friends with.

I turn my head as I hear the front door open, a few seconds later a flushed Natalie Martin, walks into the living room.

Her expression of annoyance, transfers into one of happiness when she see's my sat next to Lydia, "Stiles! It's such a lovely, surprise to see you here!"

I give her a small smile, "I-It's nice too see you too?"

Lydia snorts, "So awkward" She mumbles

"Honey, I saw Jackson before" Natalie says, as she turns her attention to her daughter.

The girl next to me visably stiffens, "And I care because?"

"Why do you always push me away Lydia?"

Lydia stands up, anger blazing in her eyes, "I don't push you away! I wish, you where there enough for me, so that I could push you away!"

"Can we please not argue in front of company?"

My eyes widen, "I-I'll just go home"

"See you're chasing away people, who actually want to spend time with you!"

Lydia scoffs, "He doesn't want to spend time with me, his dad is forcing him to come round!"

"Regardless, he's still here!"

"I'm just going too leave.." I murmur awkwardly, "I-I'll see you tomorrow Lydia"

The strawberry blonde looks at me with surprise, "T-Tomorrow?"

"I invited you out, with my friends remember?"

"Oh yeah..."

Natalie claps happily, "See, you could make friends again!"

Lydia narrows her eyes at her mother, before sighing loudly and storming out of the room.

"She's just grumpy"

I nod awkwardly before slowly but surely leaving Lydia's house.