Author's Note: New chapter, just wanted you guys to keep in mind that even though this is supposed to be canon to the current season, some things will be a tad different then they are on the show. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far, I love writing Lydia, she's so dynamic and amazing. Might do Stiles' perspective next time. And thank you guys so much for the reviews already, love getting them! Also I'm working on an update for "The Collection". J
Now it was the end of summer and getting close to the beginning of the school year. Jackson had left about a week or so ago and Lydia was getting by without him. It was hard though, she had mostly stayed at home for the week since she really didn't have anyone else to spend time with. It was the Saturday before the first day of school and Lydia was doing her best to pick out an outfit for the first day, as she did every year, but of course she had nothing to wear and needed to go shopping before the first day to pick something out. It didn't matter that she lived in a small town filled with supernatural beings; she had to look her best. And since everyone still thought she was crazy, she really needed an outfit that just proved to everyone that she had it all together. But her popularity was waning, due to the events involving Peter Hale. She knew she wasn't crazy, but sometimes it was hard to believe she wasn't when everyone else sure thought so.
She sighed at herself in the mirror while she had on her fiftieth outfit of the night. She had been pairing skirts, blazers, blouses and dresses when Allison texted her. The message read:
Allison Argent: Back in Beacon Hills! To which Lydia responded promptly with relief.
Lydia Martin: Thank God. I need to go shopping ASAP, I'll pick you up tomorrow. Lydia's fingers flew over the keyboard in a rush, thankful that her best friend was finally back from her European vacation, and that she finally had someone to talk to again that wasn't just her "boyfriend". Although she did remember sitting on the sidelines at a few pack meetings with Jackson, and Stiles Stilinski had always been there to talk to and make her laugh. To her surprise she really had become friends with Stiles and most of the wolf pack over the past year but she still wished Allison could have been around during the summer.
Lydia decided it would just be best to buy a whole new outfit for the first day instead of destroying her closet anymore. So she changed into one of her lacy nightgowns, washed her face, and put her closet back in order. She then unwillingly climbed into bed. Her nightmares had returned since Jackson left. They weren't near as intense as they were before, but it was enough to not make her want to fall asleep. It was really more annoying to her than scary, but she feared if they progressed she would have to ask for help. And swallowing her pride and asking for help was not something that Lydia made a habit of doing. Luckily she managed to fall asleep and have a nightmare free sleep, something she was very thankful for.
She woke up much later than she usually did, but she didn't mind sleeping in when her mind wasn't running ramped within her dreams. She was actually grateful to have a full night's sleep that wasn't drug induced and infested with supernatural creatures, so she wasn't all that upset. It was already midday when Lydia dragged herself into her pretty pink bathroom and took her shower. She let the hot water run down her pale skin, not minding the heat. It felt good on her skin, reliving any slight aches she had. She washed her hair with her special salon shampoo and conditioner. Shaved with her impossible to find, shaving gel. Then she used a soft loofa to cleanse her body with the perfumed body wash she bought, she was extra careful when she ran it over her scar on her side. It didn't hurt anymore, but if she touched it the wrong way or something brushed up against it, it became irritated. It was a reminder of all she had been through over the past year, healed and durable, yet still sensitive and vulnerable at the same time. So yes even though she was done having feelings for Jackson that went past friendship, it still was hard not having someone there for her, no matter how they treated her. She let the water cleanse her of the grime and sweat that had collected over the previous day and night (which wasn't much, she was Lydia Martin, she didn't sweat…) as well as any reservations she had about Jackson leaving. It was junior year; it was finally her time to be herself again.
Lydia shut the water off and wrapped herself in one of her favorite, big, fluffy, pale pink, towel, squeezed any excess water out of her hair, and stepped out of the stall and into a pair of slippers. She padded back into her bedroom and pet a sleeping Prada on the head before sitting down at her vanity crowded in perfume bottles and other cosmetic products. Sighing, she stared at herself in the mirror. Surprisingly, and for the first time in a while, she didn't hate what she saw. The girl in the mirror didn't looked sleep deprived, exhausted, annoyed, stressed, or anything like that. It's like her body knew a major stress was gone in her life and she was ready to move on. She looked…happier. Maybe Jackson was the dead weight in her life, instead of the other way around.
Of course her face wasn't perfect, so she did her make-up, a routine she managed to perfect when she was in middle school. Then she moved on to her outfit, putting on a dress and tights of course. Then she found a pair of shoes and bag that corresponded to her outfit correctly and got together everything she would need for her night out shopping with Allison. Finally she moved on to her hair, and decided to put it up for something different. Once she was done getting ready she walked downstairs in her empty house and made herself a salad for a late lunch and watched a "Say Yes to the Dress" marathon on TV until she decided it was a reasonable time to pick up her best friend.
Lydia pulled up to her friend's new house, just as the sun was setting. As annoyed she had been that Allison was away for the summer, she was just glad she actually decided to come back to Beacon Hills. Lydia didn't know if she would stay if she had the chance to move across the world from the supernatural capital of northern California. Once Lydia parked the car she walked up to the front door, but before she could knock properly, Allison's father answered.
"Hello Mr. Argent." Lydia smiled politely.
"Hello Lydia, how are you?"
"I'm fantastic. How was your summer?" Lydia asked as she saw Allison coming down the stairs, with a new haircut.
"It was nice, we had a great time. It felt good to get away." Lydia nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Lydia, it's so good to see you!" Allison smiled, giving her a quick, friendly hug.
"You too, I'm so glad you back." Lydia was being truthful; Allison was really the only genuine female friend that Lydia had.
"You ready to go?" Allison asked, stepping out of the embrace. Lydia nodded.
"It was nice seeing you Mr. Argent, see you around." Lydia called out as she gave a backward wave to Allison's father. He waved back politely in response before closing the door.
On the way to the mall both avoided talk about ex-boyfriends because each of them knew the other probably wasn't up for it being the first conversation they had. Probably on the way home the curiosity would probably get the better of them. On the way there Allison mostly delved into all of the things she did while in Europe and Lydia expressed her jealousy. Once they got to the mall they ate dinner in the food court and Lydia was able to find an outfit for the first day of school. On the way home both were surprisingly quiet as they listened to a pop song playing on the radio. When they came up upon a stoplight Lydia couldn't take it any longer and asked Allison about Scott. She danced around the question and trailed off into another story about Europe as she looked straight ahead. Lydia rolled her eyes and as she did so she saw a blue Jeep to her left.
It was Stiles and Scott, they were staring at Lydia and Allison, and Scott was yelling something at Scott. Allison turned in time to see them.
"Oh my god, Lydia. Drive! Go! Do something!" Allison yelled at her friend as she slid as far down in the seat as she could possibly go.
"I can't, we're at a red light." Lydia told her. Just as she did so the light turned green and she pushed the pedal hard and took off down the straight road just as Stiles waved at them. "There happy?" Lydia asked once they were a good distance away from the infamous Jeep. Lydia looked in her mirror and saw that Stiles and Scott had abruptly stopped the vehicle.
"What the hell?" Allison asked rhetorically. "Why did they stop?"
"God who knows."
"Maybe we should stop." Allison suggested, and Lydia rolled her eyes once again and stopped her blue car.
"Ok we stopped, now what do you propose we do?" Lydia asked, turned in her seat looking at the Jeep, Allison doing the same thing.
"Well we co…" Before Allison could finish her sentence glass was suddenly flying into their faces. An animal's legs we're flailing around causing having.
"AHHHHHH" Collective screams were being uttered from the two girl's mouths as they clawed their way to the door handles and climbed out of the car. Before Lydia could process what was happening, Stiles was grabbing her hand helping her out.
"Lydia! Lydia! Are you ok? Are you alright?" They were now behind the car and Stiles was looking right into her eyes. She was very far from being ok. One of his hands was on her arm trying to steady her and keep her calm. Surprisingly it was helping slightly.
"No, what the HELL just happened?" She asked frantically. Scott was standing next to Allison who looked frightened. "How does that happen?"
"Maybe it was scared?" Allison asked, as Scott touched its neck. Lydia gulped and positioned herself a little closer to Stiles without even thinking, feeling slightly safer being closer to someone of the male gender at least. His hand even lingered slightly at her lower back, touching it in the slightest and lightest way that she almost didn't even notice. And she did notice but for some reason it only made her feel the slightest bit of comfort as she stared at a deer that just rammed itself into her blue Toyota trying to hold in her frightened tears.
"More like terrified." Scott determined with this werewolf abilities.
AN: Ok I know there could have been more Styida, but this is what I have for now and there will be more, promise! Plus its really easy to write canon now that they actually have had a lot of scenes together. I hope it becomes canon, I don't want Lydia with a twin.
