Athens, Greece
July 3, 2012
Lydia,
I know I left without saying goodbye. I didn't know how to say goodbye to you. I don't know where we stand. You're my best friend, Lyd. I know we can work things out but maybe being in different countries for a summer will give us time to cool down.
Europe is amazing. I'm sending you mental pictures of all the hot guys I meet. I know you're probably getting with all the hot ones in Beacon Hills. Hook up with a stranger for me. See ya August 28th!
Allison
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July 4th, 2012
Mom kisses me on the forehead and heads off to some business party. She is wearing a deep blue dress and waving around the American flag. I am left on my bed, feeling fuzzy and lonely.
Fireworks go off at ten and the lights from outside my window set the whole room into a mix of colors. Bright flashes of green, blue, purple…
Red.
I close my eyes to stop the feeling of being on a roller coaster.
The neighbors next door are throwing a party and there a cheers every two minutes, a constant chorus of happy screams.
I fall asleep at 11 and am woken every twenty minutes from the feeling of someone standing over me. There is no one there, of course, and I give up on sleeping when the clock blinks 2:17 a.m. and I hear the front door open. There is the sound of something heavy hitting the ground and a loud yelp that makes me shoot up from my position of lying down. My clock beeps 2:20 a.m., and I grab the bottle of pills and swallow two before swinging my feet of the bed. My laptop that I left open earlier on iTunes is playing music I left on.
Sippin' whiskey out the bottle, not thinkin' bout tomorrow, singing sweet home Alabama all summer long…
I stand and leave my room, leaning my upper body over the railing that looks over the front entryway, "Mom?" My voice is so quiet I can barely hear it.
A deep voice taunts, "Lydia?" That was definitely not my mom.
"Who is that?"
The voice speaks from directly behind me this time, and I spin around, "Don't you recognize my voice?"
Peter Hale stands directly in front of me.
I let out a scream so loud that it causes ripples to pass through him until his figure is deformed and then, finally, disappears in a cloud of smoke and my eyes shoot open and my throat is raw and I am staring at the ceiling.
I don't fall asleep until the clock reads 5:34 a.m.
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July 9th, 2012
I haven't washed my hair in three days because I saw blood in the shower and I haven't smiled in a week because I haven't seen Stiles.
I'm afraid I'm really going insane or I am, I don't know. Is there a test to determine how mentally ill you are? If so, please let me know because I fear I have reached a new low by letting my hair get oily.
"Lydia," My mother's voice is a constant since she realized that I now look like I'm crazy, "doesn't a shower sound nice?" She is forcing me to stand up and her hands guide me towards the bathroom. She says, "Let's get in the shower." She has already started the water and she eases the curtain open. I struggle to get off my tank top and then my shorts and underwear and my mom is helping me into the shower and as soon as the water hits my naked body, I let out a shrill scream that causes my mother to let go of my hand and cover her ears. "Lydia, stop that!" She is screaming and her hand snaps off the water and I jump out and sink to the floor.
My mother looks very angry but I don't care because I do not like the shower, no, no, no. I feel too vulnerable, I don't like the feel, I see blood and my mom is throwing a towel at me and then she is gone and I am alone.
…
I'm alone for several hours and though I can hear my mother entertaining guests downstairs, she never appears in my bathroom again. I'm huddled on the ground with only my towel wrapped around my shoulders. The room is very dark and I am very sad.
The doorbell rings downstairs amidst the laughter and chime of glasses and silverware. There is a knock on my bedroom door a few moments later but I do not reply. The sound of footsteps and I shrink farther away from the door. There is a knock on my bathroom door and a sweet, warm voice says, "Lydia?"
"Stiles?" I call out.
"Lydia, are you okay? Are you ready to go?"
"Go?"
"To the movies… remember you said you'd see the new superman with me?"
"Oh…" I do remember now, "I'm sorry I can't go… I haven't washed my hair." The door peeks open and I shriek. Stiles laughs and his hand pops through the door, throwing something at me. A baseball hat. Really. "That's sweet, Stilinski, but I still can't go: I don't have any clothes to wear." A sundress is thrown at me and hits me in the face. "There is no way I'm wearing these together."
Forty-five minutes later, I'm wearing a yellow sundress and a baseball hat, standing in line to buy tickets for Man of Steel. There is a couple in front of Stiles and me, and they are making out hardcore. Every time the line moves forward, I cough a little and the two of them step forward in unison, not breaking apart. It made Stiles laugh at first but now he rubs the back of his neck and looks at my feet. I stand on my tiptoes to see how many people are in front of us and there are at least five groups. I sigh and land back on my feet.
When we finally make it to the ticket booth, the movie is already ten minutes in and the girl behind the counter pops her gum, "Next!"
Stiles takes a big step forward eagerly and I bounce behind him, "Two for Man of Steel, please." He looks towards me and smiles, running a hand through his hair and I do a quick double take. When did he start letting his hair grow out?
"Sold out," the girl snaps her gum again.
"Oh," Stiles blinks and turns towards me, "well what should we see then?" I glance at the movies playing for a long minute and shrug. He flicks my hat and asks for tickets to some romantic comedy that I'd been eyeing. I hide my grin. We get the tickets and make our way to our theater. We're twenty minutes early and the only ones in the theater so we sit down center and Stiles bounces his knee before jumping up to get popcorn. "Do you want anything else?" He asks me.
"Hm, how about a slurpee?" I am suddenly giddy to be here, happy to be with Stiles, smiling because what else can I do around him?
"One slurpee coming your way!" He gives me a thumbs up, stops mid thumb, and dashes to get our snacks for the movie. I giggle and watch his plaid shirt disappear. I'm alone now and look at my phone; fifteen minutes to go and the previews start. I adjust my hat as more people make their way in the theater.
There is a whisper, "Lydia?" A mob of girls two rows behind me laugh and an older couple to my left exchange a kiss. "Lydia?" My name has never made me cringe so much.
I speak out of the corner of my mouth, "Yes?"
"Please focus your attention of the screen, Lydia." My eyes lift from my lap and my gaze settles on the screen. There is a video clip of me and I take a wild look around at the people in the theater, who all are engaged in conversation. The video is me, right at this moment. I am in a yellow sundress and baseball cap and the people around me are happy, happy, happy and I look very frightened. There is movement in the corner of the screen and I stare with wide eyes as an unidentified figure with bright red eyes makes their way down the aisle and comes to a stop at the end of the row behind me. I take my eyes of the screen and look to where the figure should be, but there is no one. When my eyes make my way back to the screen, the figure is looming behind me, its hands on my shoulders and I shudder though there is no one. Red, red, red eyes pierce mine through the screen and hands make their way around my throat and this time, this time, I feel it and I scratch at my neck.
"Hey Lydia, I thought you wanted that slurpee?" Soft laughter and I turn my head, my hands placed on my lap and there is Stiles, smiling at me, eyes twinkling.
"Wha-what?" I look around and there are more people than before surrounding Stiles and I, laughing and smiling and there are "Aww's" everywhere. The movie is happening, and I watch as the onscreen couple lean in and kiss.
Stiles is smiling at me still and he swats at my cap, "What? This movie not good enough for the love movie critic herself?" He takes a drink from my slurpee and I grab it back.
"Get your own, Stilinski," I hide my smirk at his laughter and focus my attention on the generic love story on screen. There is flirting and flowers, typical lovers spat, and when the lead boy runs after the love of his life, I reach my hand out and find Stiles' hand waiting for me. He turns his head to look at me but I keep my face forward. He pulls the baseball cap off my head, and my hair tumbles down, and I turn to look at the boy beside me. He holds my eye and squeezes our hands. I squeeze back and snatch popcorn from the tub on his lap.
"Get your own, Martin." I laugh loud and someone shushes me but the giggles continue and Stiles squeezes my hand once more.
A/N
Hey everyone! I'm Meg and here's the new chapter I just finished! I was working on it as I watched the newest Teen Wolf. Lydia and Stiles, guys, Lydia and Stiles kissing. I'm still overwhelmed. Hope you enjoy!