Author's Note: Chapter 3! Oh yeah! Here we go!
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Daydreams & Nightmares
Chapter 3
Delia could honestly say she loved the mall. She may have been living a sheltered life, but since her mom loved shopping too, she'd had plenty of experience in what her mother called "targeted shopping." This shopping technique had served them well for years. It went simply: first, you wrote down a list of everything you thought you might need/want from this trip. Then you wrote down, in order of locations in the well traveled path they always took, the stores you wanted to hit. Lastly, you figured out which stores you needed both parties in, for things like second opinions on clothes or shoes, and which stores could be tackled solo. With this tried and true method of organized shopping, they'd be in and out of the mall within an hour and a half.
Delia was currently perusing the dress rack in a cute little boutique, waiting for her mother to get back from the bathroom. The woman had a bladder the size of a peanut, and the large soda they had shared didn't help. As she went through the various dresses, her mind started to wander. She couldn't help but wonder if school was going to be like it was in the movies and on TV. She hoped not; she didn't want to be cast aside by some self-glorified 'popular' clique. Suddenly, a voice piped up next to her.
"That isn't really your color."
Delia jumped, startled, and looked beside her. A girl around her age with light red hair and striking green eyes was peering distastefully at the dress in her hands. Delia realized she had picked up a dress in a horrible poison green while her mind had wandered. She laughed, a little self-consciously, and placed the dress back on the rack.
"You're right, it's really not. I didn't even realize I had picked it up. Thanks for pointing it out," she replied cheerfully. The girl looked at her for a moment, making her wonder if she maybe had something on her face, before turning to the rack next to her and grabbing a dress in a pretty periwinkle color.
"This is so much more you, anyway," she stated, holding it up to Delia. "It makes your eyes pop."
"Um," Delia chuckled, "thanks?" She took the dress from the strange girl and stood there awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do next. She was saved from potential embarrassment though as the girl stuck out her hand.
"Lydia Martin, nice to meet you," she said in an almost challenging tone and Delia shook her hand. "I don't think I know you, but you look like you're my age."
Delia shook her head, wishing her palms weren't so sweaty. "No, you wouldn't have met me. I've been home-schooled for pretty much my whole life, but I'm transferring to Beacon Hills High this semester," she explained. Lydia seemed to brighten up, standing a bit straighter and giving her the up and down look treatment. Delia was unsure as to what she was looking for, but Lydia seemed to find it as she smiled coyly.
"Well, it looks like today is your lucky day," she declared. "I go to Beacon Hills too, and you can believe me when I say that having me for a friend will do wonders for your social life." She said this proudly, as if expecting Delia to be amazed. Instead, she felt a little annoyed. Did this mean that this was one of those popular girls you see on TV that make everyone else miserable?
"Thanks, but if you're telling me that if I'm not friends with you then you'll lynch me at school, then I'm better off where I'm at," she said, standing straight and looking her in the eye. Lydia seemed taken aback for a few moments, then tilted her head as if trying to understand a language she had never heard before. Then, startling Delia once again, a wide grin split across the red head's face.
"Oh yes, I am going to like you," she cooed, hands now on her hips. "Everybody else is too scared to talk to me like that. I like your attitude," she peered down at Delia's shoes, "and your flats. Where did you get them?"
Unsure of what to say to the weird girl, she simply stuttered out the name of the store where she bought her shoes. Lydia nodded in approval, as if to say that the store was worthy of her. Delia felt as if she were talking to a whirlwind. One moment she was being vaguely threatening, the next she was complimenting her clothes. She also seem to want to take charge of her back to school shopping, and was grabbing clothes off the racks and shoving them into her arms. Amidst the flurry of fabric, she realized that she had never introduced herself.
"My name's Delia, by the way. Delia Collins."
"Ooh, interesting name!" Lydia said, digging through a skirt rack with determination. "Doesn't it mean 'darkness' in Welsh?"
Surprised, Delia could only nod. "Yeah, in a couple of different languages. In German, though, it means 'nobility.'" Before she could ask Lydia how in the world she knew what her name meant in Welsh, her mom finally came back from the bathroom.
"Sorry, sweetie! I had to go to the one all the way across the mall. The one near here had a pipe burst or something. It's all closed off." She blinked, suddenly noticing the other girl standing there. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Who's your friend, honey?"
"Mom, this is Lydia Martin. Lydia, my mom" she gestured between the two of them as Lydia held out her hand for a handshake. "She goes to Beacon Hills, and is apparently my new shopping buddy."
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Collins," Lydia said politely. Delia noticed that she seemed to have put her sassy pants away for the moment.
"Oh, it's Ms. Collins actually, but you can call me Lily dear," her mom said kindly. "Anyone who's a friend of Delia is alright in my book." Lydia smiled and clasped her hands in front of her, the picture of innocence.
"Well, we just met, but I think she's really cool," Lydia gushed. Delia snorted, startling Lydia out of her demure smile.
"She thinks I'm spunky cause I won't take any crap like everyone else apparently does," she deadpanned. "I'm pretty sure she's the 'popular chick' at school." Her mom laughed and put an arm around her as Lydia's face turned a pretty pink color.
"She's not wrong! My girl has enough sass in her to choke an elephant," her mom stated proudly. "She'll keep you on your toes, if that's what you're looking for." After a moment of embarrassment, Lydia seemed to collect herself.
"Yes, well," she muttered, "it might take some getting used to." Delia laughed and nudged her with an elbow.
"Don't worry Lydia, I'm also pretty nice. I won't be all sass all the time. Promise," she said, attempting to cross her heart with her finger, but only getting caught in the numerous clothes still in her arms. Lydia grinned reluctantly, then widened it to a full smile.
"Well, at least I know you can keep up with me. We're going to be good friends, I can tell." Just then, pop music started blaring from within Lydia's purse. She fished it out and read through the new text, then sighed. "It was really great meeting you, but it looks like I have to go. My boyfriend is having some kind of emergency or something." She rolled her eyes and shared a conspiratorial smile with them. "Boys; always so needy. Quick, give me your number and we'll text later," she ordered, grabbing the clothes from Delia's arms and handing her the phone. Delia quickly typed her number into the bright pink phone and traded it for the clothes again.
"See you later, Delia. It was super nice to meet you Ms- Lily," she corrected herself as she waved at them. In a few moments, the red head had disappeared in what seemed to be a poof of glitter and perfume. Delia stood there a little dazed, then turned to her mom.
"Did... did that just happen? I didn't just hallucinate a brusque and somehow endearing ginger, did I?" she inquired.
"Nope, but it does look like you're on a roll with this making friends business." Her mom took some of the clothes from her arms and started moving her towards the fitting rooms. "Now let's see you try on these clothes your new friend picked out. I'm eager to see if she's as good as you with this fashion stuff."
As she was admiring herself in the fitting room mirror after trying on the periwinkle dress, that did in fact make her eyes pop, her phone gave a little chime. She dug through her cluttered purse and pulled the phone out. On the screen was a text from an unknown number that said 'Texting you so you have my number. I'll text you later after I'm done with my boyfriend's drama. XoXo Lydia'
Delia smiled. Her mom was right, she was on a roll. Three new friends in as many days, and the semester hadn't even started yet. Everything was going her way, and she never wanted it to end.
Of course, just because you want something, doesn't mean you get it.
DUN DUN DUNNNN! So, we got to meet Lydia, and they really hit it off! How will this affect her friendship with Stiles, I wonder?
~Sam
