A Wedding To Remember

There was nothing in the world, that Stiles hated more than wearing a suit, well apart from the dementia. Suits were itchy, they made him sweat and all-in-all he just hated them. Even at the Sophomore Winter Formal with Lydia and all the dances with Malia, he always ended up taking the jacket off, loosening the tie and moaning about it non-stop, out loud or in his head.

On the wedding day of Lydia Martin and Jordon Parrish, he didn't even notice that he was wearing a suit; he just thought about the surprise he had for Malia and himself, he wasn't even sure if it was a good idea, but he wanted to do it anyway. He was sat outside the church sat in his wheelchair, waiting for Malia to come along; Parrish was already in the church, with everyone else. The bridesmaids, flower girls and basically everyone female and Scott were being held back by snowy weather, "Come on."

He finally saw them walking up, he knocked on the church door, which made the music start and the people stand; he looked to see the figure of Parrish shake nervously, bridesmaids made up of Lydia's old friends and new friend passed Stiles, he told them they all looked beautiful. Lydia's and Jordon's Mum walked in, arm in arm; they both beamed at Stiles as they passed.

Stiles was in awe over how beautiful both Malia and Lydia looked. Malia's hair was all done up, in a plait and pulled up over her head, a style Lydia was very fond of for her own hair – it suit Malia, she smiled at Stiles and he smiled back.

Lydia's hair was curled and it was laid on her shoulders, her veil was over her face; she had chosen not to wear a coat, but it was clear the cold weather was getting to her as she looked the same colour as her dress; she was clung tightly onto Scott, who was wearing the same suit as Stiles.

Malia went to push Stiles in, but he held his hand up, "What?" She asked.

"I have a surprise," he took hold of her hand and pulled himself up out of the chair, he then held onto Malia for dear life, "Please say you won't let go," he shook.

"Of course," Malia smiled, she shot a look back to Scott and Lydia, who smiled proudly. Ever so slowly, Malia guided Stiles down the aisle; Noah and Melissa were sat at the front, beamed at the pair of them, Stiles kissed Malia's cheek and let her join the other bridesmaids, Noah helped his son down into the seat.

Lydia chosen music started, it was a slow calm version of 'I'm gonna be,' by the Pretenders and it summed up her relationship with Jordon to a T. Lydia and Scott slowly made their way down the aisle, smiling at all the happy faces that looked at them, Lydia moved from Scott's side, he kissed her cheek and handed her hand over to Parrish, "Take care of her." Scott muttered.

"I will," Jordan answered.

Scott took a seat next to Stiles, "They grow up so fast," he whispered, Stiles laughed quietly.

Lydia peeled back her veil and let it fall behind her; Stiles ignored the priest, the talk about God and Jesus bored him, they weren't there for a lecture, they were there to see to two wed and live a long life, happy with each other.

Stiles listened when he heard Parrish start his vows, "Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, today I take you for my wife. I know that we've both had our fair share of heartache, which is unfair for us as we are only in our early twenties," Stiles was cast back to Allison's death and how hard it was on Lydia, he knew Parrish could take care of her, "but I promise to love you without doubt or judgement because I know you can hold your own in a fight, I will always comfort you when you need it and I encourage you to achieve all of your goals because none of your goals are stupid, they are all as beautiful as the next, but I hope the dream of having someone to hold, ends with me. We will help each other grow and maybe one day our love will create something that loves us as much as we love them, I will hold you forever and I promise I'm not going to let you go."

Stiles watched as Scott knocked back a tear, he smiled placing an arm around his best friend.

Lydia took in a deep breath, "I've had my fair share of people I take in and see as boyfriends, but none of them really amounted to love. You are the first person in the world that I truly connected to, I choose you because for one we're connected on a physical and emotional level, most of the people here know that for a fact," she brushed past her tears, "I can say that I love you because I do. But I love you is just three simple words. I promise to hold you, to take care of you, to allow you to cry on my shoulder. If you can accept my flaws, then we are meant to be. There are a couple of angles I know, that are looking down on us right now, angels I loved for an eternity and even though they may not be here with us now, they are standing with us and I know, that for the rest of our days, they will guide us together. Today, Jordon Alex Parrish, I will take you as my husband forever."

Scott had lost it at the point she started talking about angels, knowing she was referring to Allison, Aiden, Erica and Boyd; he wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, he looked at Stiles's smile, "shut up," he muttered.

The next few seconds went by and suddenly the newlyweds were kissing, everyone, but Stiles were standing and clapping. They all had to walk out again; Melissa helped Stiles up to join Malia as soon as the werecoyote a firm grip on Stiles, Melissa let go, "I'm so proud of them." Malia muttered, "That was beautiful."

"I know, Scott was crying like a baby," Stiles whispered, clinging onto her for dear life, I really want to stand for the photos."

"You better hold onto to Scott and I then," Malia answered.

Stiles was back in his wheelchair for the dinner and dancing, he had actually missed the damn thing, the attention he got from Lydia's younger cousins was amazing; they all wanted to sit on his lap and spin around, he went slowly, he didn't want them to throw up their dinners; as the sun was going down, they drew the curtains so that Stiles didn't get confused, he had already told them he was going to bed at nine, he wanted to stay until the very end and wasn't going to let his dementia get in the way of that, "Okay..."

"It's Katie," the little girl sat on Stiles's lap told him, she was about nine, "Lydia told me what you have, my Grandpa died of dementia, I hope those angels Lydia was talking about help you through it." She hopped off, "Thank you Stiles." She jogged off, Stiles chuckled.

"Making an impression," Malia's voice said, she sat down on his chair, her legs dangle over the left bar as he held her; the song changed from hip-hop to slow.

"We should dance," Stiles span the chair to the centre of the room, he span it round gently, as the song started, "have I mentioned how stunning you look today?"

"Only about half a dozen times," Malia answered.

"That's not the dementia, that's because it's true." Stiles answered, "You're gorgeous."

"This day's been perfect for Lydia and Jordon," Malia looked over to the newlyweds; they were dancing slowly in the corner, "Perfection, right?"

"I always pictured marrying you," Stiles told her, Malia looked at him with dilated pupils, "yeah I had a crush of Lydia and a few other girls', but you were the only one I ever saw actually marrying and having kids."

"Yeah," Malia nodded, "Kids..."

"They would have been dysfunctional," Stiles joked, "But beautiful all the same, you can still have all of that."

"Nah, I'll go down my parents path, I'll adopt kids who didn't get a chance," she beamed, "That's what I want to do."

"You'll be brilliant at it." Stiles span her around once more, "I'm getting good at this."

"Too good!" Malia screamed, "I'm gonna fall."

"No you won't, I'll never let go." He chuckled.