Lydia was waiting for Stiles to have his impromptu dance lesson. He had called her in hysterics as prom was about three weeks away and with Stiles it is always hard to get him off the whatever thing he is focused on in that moment. It was a gorgeous Saturday and Lydia had on her white sundress, hair pulled up in a careless do, and was make up free. Her bare feet were walking through the grass to her favorite spot under the weeping willow tree and her white hammock. Yet, despite the gorgeousness of the day, she couldn't quite fight the umbrella looming over her.
She heard Stiles' jeep before she saw it so she turned and started walking toward the driveway. Like usual, Stiles sported his big smile and messy do. Of course, she smiled back as best as she could but it didn't stop Stiles from figuring out her mood.
"What gives Lyd…are you that unhappy about taming my two left feet?"
"No, Stiles, I'm just missing Allison like usual."
Stiles gave her a sympathetic smile, walked towards her, and picked up her hand and put it in is. He didn't say anything else but instead let the quietness surround them. Lydia was appreciative that he knew enough about her to not push the issue.
They walked over to her favorite spot because she led them there. She lay on the hammock and Stiles did the same. He moved her over a bit as he cradled his arm under her head like a butterfly in his cocoon.
"It is so hard not to be able to call her up. There is even those times when something good happens and my first thought is to call her then I realize that I can't."
"Yeah, I know. And for me, no matter how many times people tell me that it isn't my fault I still can't help but feel it is."
Lydia brushed her hand against his cheek. "It isn't your fault Stiles, please don't ever think that. You are a good person with a big heart. I can't tell you enough how glad I am that you are here with me. I couldn't have made it these past few months without you."
He gave a half smile. "Thanks Lydia. I guess we will have our good and bad days."
"Well, how about that dance lesson?"
She reached her hand out to him as she got out of the hammock. "Sure."
"What about music?
"The music is in your feet silly".
Lydia guided his hands around her waist and placed her arms around his shoulders. "Don't be afraid to get closer."
Stiles started to speak but Lydia shushed him. "Stop thinking so much. Just lead and I will follow."
She cradled her head next to his chest and felt his heartbeat. It took a few times but eventually he kept quiet and started to move his feet. Before she knew it, they were dancing perfectly and she felt carefree even relaxed.
"Wow, this isn't so bad," said Stiles. "You are amazing."
"Yes, I am."
Her green eyes peered into his dark ones. "Thanks for being my friend Stiles."
"Ditto, sweetheart. By the way, I like your look."
"This old dress," she asked in disbelief.
"It's so you, classy and sweet."
"Sweet, are you on drugs Stiles?"
He shrugged while he pulled her back into the dance position. She felt his breath on her neck. "There are many sides to you Lydia that always keeps me guessing. Yep, sweet."
They spent the rest of the afternoon dancing under that willow tree until Stiles' ADHD had enough. After that, it was pizza rolls, Mountain Dew, and Game of Thrones. And when he finally left, Lydia realized that she didn't feel as alone anymore. That maybe, she could get through another day.