Chapter Ten: Lydia POV
Stiles was a mess. Everyone was just awkwardly sitting around watching him cry and I'd had enough. Even if he didn't know me- I was going to slap some sense into him.
"Stiles you listen to me RIGHT NOW." I demanded, holding his tear stained face in my hands and he looked up at me in fear.
"Her death was not your fault. She chose to smoke. She chose to get stressed- but even then it's not her fault either. Not hers. Not yours. Not anybody's. It's just a shit thing that happens in life. Do you understand?" I said.
"But if it wasn't for me-"
"Cut the crap Stilinski- you made that woman's life worthwhile- she fucking adored you. And I'd bet anything if she could go back and do it all again- she'd never regret having you. So stop this self- blaming bullshit and man-up."
Stiles kind of stared at me in awe for a few moments, and then started chuckling.
"I wish I could remember you Lydia. You seem so badass." He said, smiling up at me.
"That's 'cause I am." I replied and hugged him warmly.
After that we stuck pretty close to eachother- even if Stiles couldn't remember me- I filled him in on all the details. His gigantic crush since third grade, how it kind of left after he realised me and Jackson were forever- and how we became closer friends because of all the werewolf shit we had to go through in the past year.
He seemed almost back to normal now. There was only one collection of memories left, and I was really looking forward to them- because finally it would be over and Stiles would finally recognise me.
It seemed really ironic that I was the girl he had been obsessing over for years; yet I was the one he forgot for the longest. It pissed me off too, and I'm not ashamed to say I took it out on Jackson.
I heard Derek and Erica planning to get back at Henry Fields- the douche lacrosse player who assaulted Stiles. I immediately wanted in- they let me too, since I knew some pretty evil combinations of chemicals…let's just say that some of the plans we had were NOT at all pleasant.
Meanwhile, Scott, Isaac, Jackson, Boyd and Stiles, were all planning a prank attack on Mr Harris. It was Isaac's idea- us girls wanted in but McCall insisted on some type of 'male bonding only' thing. Those sexists. Anyway, I had a peak at their plans- they involved a shit load of glitter, pink, frilly costumes, and voice recordings from someone pretending to be Harris' Lover. It actually seemed quite genius. They were planning some type of, what they called, 'Operation: Attack of Mr Harris' Ex', where they sent Harris flowers, chocolates, gift baskets and voice recordings in from Mr Harris' 'ex-boyfriend' played by Scott- all these gifts delivered in front of the class- anonymously by a guy dressed as cupid. It would ruin his demeanour of Satan, and just make him look totally laughable. It was going to be gold.
The next group of memories, the last group, was found were it had all started. In the woods, where the evil witches attacked Stiles.
"Guess this is the end guys." Stiles said, as we plunged into darkness.
Stiles was in his room- researching on his laptop like always- when his widow slid up and Isaac, Erica and Boyd walked through.
Stiles had headphones in- blaring what sounded like 'My Chemical Romance', so he still hadn't noticed them yet as Erica slinked over to him and placed he hands calmly on his shoulders.
Stiles shrieked like a girl.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here!?" he asked, once he had calmed down.
"Movie night." Isaac said calmly, holding up Season One and Two of Sherlock and shrugging.
Stiles gave them all an 'are you serious look' and then sighed. "Fiiiine."
The scene changed.
"Scott and Allsion sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Stiles was singing.
"How old are you again Stiles?" Allison asked as she curled closer to Scott where they were on the couch.
"I think he's about 4." Scott responded with a grin.
"Hey! I'm at LEAST 6 and a half!" Stiles glared, and then, "First comes love, then comes marriage-"
"STILES!" Scott and Allison yelled.
The cute memory changed.
"Yoghurt I do love you." Stiles was whispering heartfelt to a tub of yoghurt- on his knees. He was at school and he looked about ten. Scott just sat by rolling his eyes.
"I love the way you taste- and the way you look. I love all your flavours- except the one with those yucky apricot chunks- those can go to Hell. And I love your cute little lid." He said, his eyes tearing up dramatically.
"But OH! How it must end dear yoghurt. For today- how it is a sad day, filled with hunger and recess time blues. I have come to love you sweet yoghurt- but I must now devour your beautiful creamy deliciousness!" Stiles started sobbing dramatically as he ripped open the lid. What the Hell.
The scene changed again.
"BUT LYDIA I LOOOVE YOU!"
"Stiles go away."
The scene changed.
"Dude, you are like literally cold blooded."
"Shut up Stilinski." Jackson said.
"Hey Jackson- if you can't get it up in bed- does it mean you have 'a-reptile dysfunction'? " Stiles asked.
Stiles ran away as Jackson chased after him.
The scene changed again.
"Deeeereeek! I'm hungry Derek!" Stiles was saying as he and Derek were driving in the car.
"Can we stop for food pleeeease?"
"No."
"But I'm huuungry."
"Stiles shut up."
Stiles pouted, and batted his eyelashes- but it didn't work since Derek was focused on the road and not even looking at him.
"If we don't stop for food I'm singing 'Who let the Dog's out again'."
Derek immediately pulled over at the next roadhouse,
The scene changed.
"Dude- what's going on with you and Danny?" Scott was asking- and that is something I also really wanted to know.
"Oh ah- we did it a couple times." Stiles said, blushing and ducking his head.
"Did it as in…"
"Yes Scott as in that!" Stiles said.
"Dude! Why didn't you tell me you were gay!?" Scott asked- looking betrayed.
"Uhh- well I didn't really know till like now? And I swing all round actually. Gender judgement free."
"And Danny?" Scott asked.
"Nothing serious. That was just a thing. We're just friends now- he thinks I'm too much of a dork and I don't see him in a romantic light so it didn't really work out you know?" Stiles asked.
"Not really."
"We cool?"
"Yeah totally, why wouldn't we be?"
"Just didn't want you afraid I'd get a crush on you or something. I mean we're bro's- that'd be wrong on so many levels." Stiles said and Scott laughed along with him.
The memory changed.
Stiles looked about three years old. He had freckles and a large gap in his teeth- he was adorable and playing with a toy plane.
"Brrrrrraaahhhhhr!" He said as the plane crashed into the ground, he mimed the people falling out and screaming.
"Yeah- okay enough with the plane bud." His dad said- coming over to take it away looking slightly disturbed.
"But dad!"
The scene changed for the final and last time.
"Scott." Stiles was saying.
"Yeah bud?"
"You are such a dorkywolf."
"Ahh..thanks?"
Then blackness overtook me.