This is the last chapter to this story. I hope you guys have enjoyed it, please review and tell me what you thought. I would also be interested if you guys PM me and tell me if there was any actress or someone that you imagined Sydney as? I'll have a new story up soon, i've already started writing it and it's a little different to my usual stories but I think it'll be good so keep checking my profile for when that's up. Thanks again guys, I love you x
Tonight is a very important match for the lacrosse team. The winning team gets to go to Amsterdam for a week and Beacon Hills High has been non-stop practicing. Sometimes Lydia watches, but she only watches Stiles and only when she's on her own. It's been a month and Lydia still isn't used to not having the Stilinski family by her side – four weeks since Sydney and three since Stiles. Lydia's attempted to call Stiles a few times, when she feels her lowest, because she can't bare it. But he always ignores her calls.
Lydia sits in History class, trying to figure out a way she can go to the game without seeming like she's going for Stiles. And then she gives up; Sydney already hates her so who the hell cares if she's going for Stiles. Today's her day with Kira and Sydney has Allison. Lydia and Sydney used to sit next to each other on one table and Kira and Allison sat together on another. Now Sydney and Lydia sit on different tables and Kira and Allison swap. She finds it ridiculous really, that two of her best friends feel they have to split themselves between her and Syd.
"Are you going to the game tonight?" Lydia asks Kira, who was in the middle of texting someone under the desk.
"Of course! Isaac's playing and if he wins he promised that he would get me a souvenir from Amsterdam." Kira chats away happily and Lydia listens contently. She slyly diverts her eyes to where Sydney and Allison sit and Ally looks bored. Very bored. Sydney isn't talking and Ally is also texting under the table. Kira's phone buzzes and Lydia takes a little peak at the screen.
Allison – wanna swap today? Sydney is still the same. It's happening today, lunch time.
Sydney is still the same, what did that mean? And what was Allison talking about? What was happening today? All these questions went through Lydia's mind and she knew why – they were a distraction from her feelings. If she didn't have distractions, she would be broken.
Lydia went to her next class, with Mr Hale, and was bored out of her mind. Next was recess and then a free period, which she spent watching Stiles play lacrosse with Scott while she pretended to study. Then she had English and now it was halfway through lunch and Kira and Ally still hadn't showed any signs of what they were texting about.
"Wanna go study?" Kira asks through a mouthful of food. Lydia shrugs and nods her head; anything's better than sitting in a lunch hall watching Stiles sitting quietly on his table while Scott and Isaac mess around. It was clear that Stiles was hurting too but it didn't make him return her calls.
Lydia follows Kira into the library and up the small set of stairs. There's a set of bean bags up there that the four girls all used to sit on while studying together. Lydia sighed to herself and trudged towards the area. They get to the bean bags and Lydia finally looks up from the floor, almost falling over backwards when she notices Sydney and Allison are already there.
"Sorry… I didn't know you were here." Lydia squeaks out and begins to turn around.
"Wait!" Sydney calls after her and Lydia freezes in surprise. "I'm the one who asked them to bring you here."
Lydia shuffles back to the bean bags and drops down onto one when Sydney gestures to it. Kira gently squeezes the strawberry blonde's shoulder and then she and Ally walk away together. Lydia clears her throat and Sydney does the same, they're both nervous.
"I wanted to talk to you." Sydney finally speaks and all Lydia can do is nod her head, afraid of what her voice will sound like right now. "I still mean everything I said and I'm very hurt by what you and Stiles did to me…"
"Syd, I am sorry. How many times do you want me to say it?" Lydia leans forward on her bean bag and reaches out for Sydney's hand, expecting her to pull away, but she grabs Lydia's hand back and squeezes.
"I miss you Lyds." She whispers and a tear rolls out of Lydia's emerald eyes.
"I miss you too." Lydia's voice cracks and Sydney jumps into her, wrapping her arms around Lydia's back and squeezing. They sit there for a little while, hugging and crying together. Lydia couldn't help but compare it to one of those cheesy movies, but she didn't care. Eventually they lean back into their bean bag chairs and Lydia just laughs before she speaks again. "I really am sorry for what I did and if it helps, I broke it off with Stiles."
"What?" Sydney's eyes widen in horror. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I already made you hate me, I couldn't make you make Stiles too." Lydia says slowly, not understanding why Sydney looks so horrified.
"Lydia I didn't want you to break up over it, you two obviously like each other. Is that why he's been moping around recently?" Sydney shakes her head and breathes out a small puff of air.
"What about all the stuff you said about why you didn't want us together?" Lydia furrows her eyebrows and her best friends eyes soften.
"I know now, after this argument and thinking things over, that I was being unreasonable. Because maybe Allison and Kira go off and hang out with their boyfriends and leave me and you alone but you wouldn't do that to me. You're like my sister and I know you would always be there for me no matter what." Sydney's eyes glassed up again as she talked and Lydia's heart pounded. She didn't know if she wanted Sydney to say all that stuff or not, not when she's just ended the most important thing in her life.
"I would never leave you alone Syd, and Ally and Kira have proved the last few weeks that they wouldn't either. They stayed with us the whole time." Lydia forced a smile but she wasn't feeling overly cheery right now. One good thing comes but something bad always follows, and that was Stiles.
"I'm really sorry Lydia, I didn't mean to make you break up with my brother." Sydney covers her face with her hands for a few seconds and then pulls out her phone.
"What are you doing?" Lydia asks and Sydney holds up one finger while she types out a message.
"Texting Stiles to wait for me outside the coach when he wins this game tonight." Sydney smiles and then corrects herself. "Well, to wait for us."
The rest of the day is nerve wracking but Lydia is happier than she's been for an entire month. Well, happier than she's been for a long time now that Sydney knows the truth about her and Stiles and accepts it. If she could go back, she knows now that she would just tell Sydney the truth and avoid all of this mess.
The end of school bell goes and the students file in two different directions, some going to the parking lot to go home and the rest going to the lacrosse field to watch the biggest game. Lydia is one of those. She takes her seat, next to Sydney, with Kira and Allison beside her and holds her breath while she mentally prepares herself for the talk she'll have with Stiles.
The whistle blows and Lydia loses herself in the game, screaming and chanting with the other girls. Beacons Hills High is winning, no question. The other team haven't even managed to score a single goal and there's only a minute left.
30 seconds left and the score is 5:2 to Beacon Hills. 10 seconds, the score stays the same and then, amazingly, Stiles scores the last winning shot and the game is over. The girls all scream is delight and Kira and Ally run down to meet their boyfriends. Lydia is suddenly overwhelmed with nerves again and so Sydney holds her hand and smiles softly; she can tell what her best friend is feeling.
The losing team get back on their coach and head home while Beacon Hills grab their pre-packed bags and head towards the coach to the airport. The crowd file off again, some heading home happily and other staying to say goodbye to their friends and boyfriends for a week. Lydia, again, is one of the second lot. Like Sydney asked on the text, Stiles is waiting outside the coach with his bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes find his sister… and the red head walking next to her.
"So you two made up then…" Stiles looks down at the floor and kicks at the gravel with his shoes.
"Lydia wants to talk to you." Sydney winks at him and then let's go of Lydia's hand and walks away. "I'll be back to say goodbye in a minute."
Stiles' eyes find Lydia's and for a moment she can't breathe. She forgot how magical those eyes were, not just any old brown but a caramel colour that glistens in the light. She forces herself to take a breath before she passes out and then gets ready to speak.
"I'm really sorry about what I did. I don't know what else to say to you other than, I love you. I know I should probably have some sort of speech prepared but I didn't have much time to get ready for this…" Lydia rambles, unable to concentrate on anything other than his presence in front of her.
"So now Sydney forgives you and you think that you can come back to me and I'll just do the same?" Stiles' words are harsh but the tone of his voice is anything but. It's like he physically cannot be harsh to Lydia Martin.
"No, that's not it at all." Lydia takes a step towards him and, thankfully, he doesn't back away. "I would be here even if she didn't forgive me. Remember the calls you didn't answer?" he nods his head and looks down at the ground again. "That was me trying to get you back… I never said I was good at this." She smiles at him and he laughs a little.
"There hasn't been a second that I haven't been thinking of you. Whenever you called me, I had to force myself not to answer and it killed me not to call you back… I love you Lydia Martin." Stiles rests his hand on her cheek.
"You're definitely better at the speeches than I am…" Lydia giggles. Stiles grins and then kisses her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. She leans into him and they just stay like that, like nobody else is around them.
"You guys can stop that now, the bus will leave before you two are done and I'd like to say goodbye to my brother." Sydney interrupts, her tone of voice playful as she gently punches her brother's arm.
They stand there for a while, the bus driver getting impatient from the wait. "Don't fall for any of those Amsterdam girls, okay?" Lydia grins, leaning into Stiles' hand as he brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Why would I need to when I have you waiting for me?" Stiles replies, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"Sorry bro, I'm going to have to cut this short now. The driver looks like he's gonna have a melt down and I need a girl's night with my bestie." Sydney links her arm with Lydia's and they say one last goodbye before Stiles gets onto the coach and takes his seat, waving out the window as the driver pulls away from the school.
