I could see her pretty green eyes reflect the shape of the moon, and her brilliant hair called me like moths to a flame. Allison tried calling Scott's phone multiple times while Lydia shouted his name, but something just came over me. Like a wave washing up on shore, I had this sudden feeling of happiness all inside me. It was warm and calming.
"Guys, lets just turn around and go to bed. He'll turn up eventually." My mouth threw the words without even a notice or warning. The warming sensation started a slow escalate inside me.
Lydia and Allison whipped around.
"Stiles, you're not serious?" Allison asked me while giving a cold scoff, "Your best friend could be in serious trouble and you're worried about being tired?"
The soothing feeling in my body made my limbs feel like feathers. I was relaxed, a little too relaxed. It was almost like I was numb, except without the pain of loosing circulation. It was more like I wasn't a part of my body anymore because I could no longer feel my feet in my shoes or my t-shirt against my bicep.
While Allison sounded like she was somewhere off in the distance lecturing me, I stared at Lydia. I moved my eyes back and forth between hers, letting her know that I needed help.
Unable to speak or move, I looked at her desperately. She was confused at first but then she spoke as her eyebrows began to uncoil,"Stiles-"
"Stiles, you understand we can only be friends, right? You're very sweet and all, but I need a man. A real man. Frankly, I don't think you have what it takes to fill that position. Maybe try in a couple years though when you've finally hit puberty." I felt like a wrecking ball had struck me right through the rib cage and into my heart. She finally said what I knew she had been thinking all along, it was over. I fell down on my knees and just buried my head into my hands.
"Stiles?" I heard somewhere soft in the distance.
"Lydia, just shut up. Haven't you already hurt me enough? You know how much I like you and you just sit there. Teasing me with your pretty red hair and green eyes. What the hell can I do to make you see that?" I said back coldly. I was definitely drowning and she was the one holding me under.
"Stiles!" A rush of coldness washed over me.
"Like a towel, the warmth was soaked up from my insides and out my skin. My mind was replaced and my vision slowly started unclogging. I was still down, staring at a bunch of ice cubes laying in front of me.
And then it hit me like a freight train. I slowly looked up into the horrified faces of Allison and Lydia, each with a cup from the ice machine. I couldn't tell if I actually said anything out loud or if that was just a part of the hallucination too, and I didn't want to know.
But I did know one thing. Even if for a short while, I was back to my senses before being licked by the flames again. I had been in this state only once before, at a party at Lydia's house.
"I get it now." I said short, "this whole place is traced with wolfsbane.
The two girls exchanged looks, "We need to find Scott." Allison started.
"And the others" Lydia finished, referring to Boyd, Ethan, and Isaac.
We split up to check their rooms, Allison went left for Isaac and me and Lydia sprinted right for the other two.
We stopped in front of Ethan's room and before I could knock, Lydia stood in between me and the doorway.
"Did you really mean all that?" The look she was giving me could have easily killed me. Her expression was genuinely sad and deflated.
"Don't be upset- I couldn't even control-" I stammered. I hated seeing her like this.
Without a word, she took a step forward and hugged me around my neck. I froze for a quick second, but decided it was safe to embrace her. This hug wasn't like the one in our room. This one felt simply electric, like a flow of energy crawled between us.
"Stiles, you need to see that I care about you." She let go of my torso and turned facing the door.
I took a deep breath and knocked. The door creaked open slightly at my touch. It had been open, and not fully shut.
Either Ethan was somewhere outside, in his supernatural form, or something horrible had happened inside. I really did not care to find out, but the quick hand grab Lydia did out of horror definitely brought down my nerves.
(After much contemplation, I later realized that I felt a spark in the duration of Lydia's hug. Yes, a spark. Not a feeling just radiating from me through blushing or butterflies, but an emotion me and Lydia are both able to share.)