Lydia Martin
Distant place. Unknown hour.
My head was spinning around an unknown gravity, all of my thoughts still attempting to colligate again. Although I knew I was fine, I felt a little too dizzy. The dark was still surrounding me; I'd never felt so empty but full at the same time. I was lost in the middle of a stable confusion but I understood that if I woke up, I would arrive in a better place.
I would arrive in a place I'd always dreamt about.
Little by little, the pirouettes inside my mind stopped; the obscurity was not that garbled anymore. I could feel my body rested in some comfortable and motionless area. I realized, therefore, that I was literally safe. I opened my eyes involuntarily and found myself staring at a white ceiling. I blinked before I removed the superior part of my body from the bed I was laid. I looked at my clothes and they were not the ones I was wearing when I started the travel. They were more comfortable, even though they were a little big for my tiny body. I inspected the room, quite different from those I'd been used to. The walls surrounding me at the moment were not longer covered by a red flower pattern but by a light orange texture. Even though they were modest, there were some figures stamped on them.
The furniture was just as pale as the upper surface and the desk was filled with colorful objects. I got up and walked towards the table, grabbing a heavy book entitled "World History". I opened it and observed pages and pages narrating facts. My eyes circled around the words and some of them called my attention.
"Second World War was a global war lasted from 1939 to 1945."
The years were mentioned as if they'd been too long before. I went back to the book introduction and searched for a specific date. When I found a statement about the book newest edition, I got shocked.
It belonged to the year of 2011.
I backed away from the desk and felt a breeze on my face. The windows were opened, revealing a beautiful sunny day outside. I lumbered towards the silk curtains and my fingers slide by them, before I could remove it to admire the street. Many trees were standing, vivid colors sparkling in their leafs. Some kids were running and the older ones were playing with a basketball. They all seemed so happy, grateful to be where they were.
I hoped I could feel that way sooner.
The sound of someone opening the door got me out of my study and I turned around to, instantly, observe Matt entering the room. He was happily surprised to see me standing and bounced towards me, pushing me into a hug. I felt his heavy breath slowing down, the scent of washed clothes steeped on my nostrils.
"How are you feeling?" Matt asked me, searching any signs of wounds on my body. I smiled with his worry.
"I'm pretty fine, actually, besides the dizziness. And you?"
"Well, I woke up two days before you so I'm over the trip." he simply replied and I blinked.
"I slept for two days?" Matt nodded, answering my question and I was incredulous for some seconds.
"Hey, you shouldn't care about this right now. We are fine, aren't we?" he told me as I agreed. He took my head in his hands and kissed my forehead. "C'mon, they are waiting for you."
They?
Getting out of the bedroom, I came across a large corridor brimming with multiple doors. Matt leaded me to the stairs and we walked down them. As soon as I stepped on the first floor, I felt two pairs of eyes lying on me. My body rotated to watch a couple smiling in my direction.
"Lydia, these are Thomas and Georgia. They know about everything, you don't need to be embarrassed." Matt explained while I came closer to them.
"It's lovely to meet you, Lydia. Matt had told me a lot about you." the British accent got in my ears, his crinkle blue eyes gently looking at me. The man was tall and didn't seem to be older than 40.
"We hope you make yourself at home here." The woman spoke for the first time with a happy expression on her face. Her blonde hair was tied back on a ponytail and she was constantly checking on her husband, waiting for him to say something more.
"I appreciate your concern. Thank you for all of this." I broke the silence that had been settled for some seconds. Before we could continue our conversation, I heard a small voice coming from the living room.
"She is the girl you talked about, right mom?" My eyes fell on the little boy that had just arrived. He stood between us, showing me his large smile with some teeth missing. Georgia nodded, giggling with her son's carelessness.
"He is our son Cole." Thomas introduced and I stooped down in his height.
"Hi Cole, I'm Lydia." I beamed and shook his hand.
"Hi Lydia, I hope we can be friends." He answered, following my greeting. His face couldn't stop sending me an honest smile and I knew we would get along. I gestured with my head, demonstrating my agreement.
"We should go to the kitchen because the breakfast is ready." Georgia announced and we headed to the room.
I analyzed the place, paying attention at the differences one more time. The refrigerator, the stove and even the table were completely distant from the reality I'd been living until that moment. I had to got over the past and be used with the modern time. I sit in the chair in front of Cole and his eyes twinkled at the waffles his father was putting in his plate. Georgia did the same with mine and I thanked her. Matt verified if I was feeling comfortable and I nodded.
"Did you see the books on your desk?" Matt questioned and I confirmed. "Well, Thomas and I went to the local school today and I sign you up there. Is that ok for you?"
"Sure. I think will be nice to continue with my studies."
"My school is a nice one. You will like it." Cole said before drinking his juice.
"Well, it will be great to have you around." I winked and he giggled.
The usual conversations started. Thomas explained the country situation and Matt asked about the sports. Georgia and I watched both of them getting excited with the subjects. She smiled, sitting on the head of the table, right next to me and Cole. After we finished, Cole asked his mother if he could play basketball at the backyard and Thomas and Matt followed him. I helped Georgia take the things off the table and wash the dishes.
"My brother and nephew are coming for dinner tonight and, since I lent you these clothes, I think it would be nice if we could go shopping. I can take this opportunity to show you the town." She suggested. "I'm aware you already know the city but it had changed a lot."
"It sounds perfect." I replied. "Georgia, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Which year are we in?" I made my question and inspected her expression going from confusion to stillness.
"2011." She answered as I suspected. "It's a great change but you will get on with this. Matt told us how he felt that you wanted to start a new life and I think this will be a good chance for you. I promise you will like the twenty-first second."
I assented and we went back to our activity. I was still listening to Georgia's phrase.
I would like that epoch – at least, I hoped so.
Stiles Stilinski
His father's car. Almost 8 pm.
I let my forehead hit the car wall as I stared the street. Although my body was rested on a comfortable car seat, my mind was far away from that situation. I couldn't figure it out a way to help my best friend and I was racking my brain to understand how Scott had turned into a werewolf.
I peeped my father driving, the soft music playing on the background, and tried to notice if he was still angry at me because of the night before. Yes, I had infiltrated on a crime scene without permission but I had to take advantage of being the sheriff's son.
And, yes, I was aware that the only benefit me and Scott had was to enjoy the last Friday of our vacations since your best friend being bitted by a werewolf was not something wonderful.
"Dad, are you still mad?" I asked and didn't obtain a response. The only reaction I caught was his eyes roll, besides the sigh. "Dad?"
"Yes, I am." he raged, hitting his both hands on the steering wheel. "Stiles, why don't you understand you have to stay away from my professional life."
"Why? Because I will trip you?" I didn't hold back those words and ended up snapping them.
"No, because it's dangerous." He sneered and I throw my head to the chair back. "Do you really think the Hales are all sane?"
"What do they have to do with this?"
"The body we found is from Laura Hale." my father informed me and I eyed him. I didn't need to ask him if he was sure; he was already nodding at my direction.
"This family is haunted." I murmured. "I still don't know how Cora is so popular."
"Sometimes, the only way out for her is to be the center of attention and care about frothy stuff. She probably hides behind this." He explained, parking the car, and I had to agree. She'd always seemed to be protected by an iron shell. If she didn't want to be your friend, you couldn't come closer. "Well, let's forget about this. Your aunt is waiting for us."
We got out of the car and ambled to the light blue house by the stone path. The breeze was strong enough to move some leafs and I could hear a couple of birds flying their way home. I was so attached to the view that I hadn't even noticed my father ringing the bell. After some seconds, the door opened, revealing my aunt's excited face.
"Come in, guys." she said and we obeyed. I hugged her after my father and she landed a kiss on my cheek. "How are you, Stiles?"
"I'm pretty fine. Where is Thomas?"
"Looking for me?" he asked, invading the hall and giving me a hug. "Did you miss me?"
"Stop being such a bigheaded person." I replied and Thomas laughed. I heard footsteps quickly approaching and saw my father lifting Cole. The little boy giggled and reminded me of his father.
"Stiles" he screamed in enthusiasm and ran towards me, embracing me into a hug.
"Hello, Captain America." I remarked, glancing his shirt, and messed with his hair. While I played with Cole, a man entered in the room and I looked at him.
"This is Matt, a friend of ours. He will be living with us for some months until he find a place to stay." Georgia communicated and I shook his hand.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Stiles."
"John." my father took the same steps and introduced himself.
"Oh, I heard a lot about you." Matt declared and made a gesture, pointing to the couple, and I smiled with my mouth closed. We conversed for some minutes and I listened to Thomas talking about his friend and how he was a great scientist.
Another exotic in my life. Great.
The whole talk broke when we heard someone making their way to the room by the stairs. I turned around and observed the girl. Before I could change my view angle, my eyes were locked with her magnetic emerald ones and she stared deeply into mines. My lips dried, as if I had been on the desert for a long time, and I watched her eyebrows giving, lighting her face. She provoked the jumpiness on my stomach, the lack of air on my system, and the fire shining in her hair burned inside of me. She finally arrived and shyly smiled at everyone.
"This is Lydia, my…" Matt introduced and his voice failed in the middle of the phrase. "My niece." he progressed and passed his arm by her petite shoulders.
My father greeted her in the most sympathetic way. After this, I took her hand in mine to get rid of the contact but, as soon as I touched her, the warmness of her body held me and I wasn't able to recoil. My mouth was opened to say something and I couldn't help but notice her sweet vanilla smell. I left my daydream, blinking to come back to earth, and took a deep breath.
"I'm Stiles." I said and stole a smile of her face.
"Nice to meet you." It was the first time I heard her voice and I protected those words under lock and key on my mind. Her tone was so sweet that anyone could melt in front of her. I beamed and we headed to the dinner rom.
I sat next to Cole and he told me how excited he was to come back to school. He still didn't understand that some years from then he would bag for his parents to stay at home. It wouldn't take so long though. We started to savor the delicious pasta Georgia had made and I noticed my father's interested side while discussing some subjects with Matt and Thomas. I was the only one who could say how that was his actual behavior. John Stilinski was the type of person that would have constants breakdowns; he was more like the funny guy, a pleasant person to be around. But this all changed when my mother passed away. He became withdrawn and spent the most of his days working at the station just as well at home. A free time of his own, when he could sit on the couch and watch the game or hang out with me, happened very infrequently. In this way, seeing my father acting like the old days was something cheerful for me.
"Stiles." My aunt called and I glanced her. "Lydia is going to study in the same school you do."
"Really?" I asked, disbelieving on what she announced, and they nodded. "T-That is really nice. We are going to have a lot of classes together." I remarked.
"Yes, it will be wonderful to know someone in my first day." she played.
"You can stay with me and my friends. I'm pretty sure they will like you and vice-versa."
"Thank you, Stiles." she showed me a smooth tight lipped smile and I gently accepted.
"I guess it's time for dessert." Georgia reported and, all of the sudden, I encountered Lydia and I standing up.
"I can help." we both suggested at the same time and exchanged looks. We chuckled and eyed Georgia.
"You are so helpful." She giggled and indicated the kitchen door. "Go ahead."
I clumped to the kitchen and avoided staring at Lydia. Something on her made me wonder if I'd met her before. Perhaps, it was the way her mellifluous eyelashes turned down whenever we inspected each other's face; or the way her strawberry blonde hair feel down her back. But somewhere inside me was trying to send me a message about her.
And I couldn't figure it out at that moment.
Getting to the kitchen, I saw the chocolate lava cake next to the sink and Lydia asked me where the plates were. I disclosed to her and she carefully grab them while I took care of the cake. I held the baking pan without the oven mitt and instantly felt my hands heating. I shouted in pain, my eyes shutting in agony.
"Stiles, are you ok?" Lydia's voice full of concern entered in my ears and I didn't know how to response.
She turned on the tap and pulled my heads underneath the cold water. I let it flowed through the injury and felt the anguish taking the same path. I turned it off when I felt relief. Lydia slid her silk fingers on my skin and verified if there was any mark left.
"I am fine now." I said and her wide eyes flashed me. "I'm sorry, I scared you, but clumsiness runs in my blood."
She giggled and shook her head, changing the cake support. "I'll make sure you don't get hurt next time."
"If you work this miracle, I swear I'll do whatever you want."
"Deal." Lydia replied and looked to the dessert. "I think Cole will kill us if we don't take this to him."
"We better run." I joked and grab the cake plate, making sure it wasn't hot. Lydia observed me and passed through me, getting out of the room and I followed her.
I would totally like this girl.
A/N: Hey, guys! Five months? I'm so sorry. School has been tough but I took the vacation as an opportunity to write more. So, what did you think about the first interaction of Stiles and Lydia? Tell me more about it. Plus, I'd posted a Stydia imagine in my tumblr and if you want to check go to pietromaximwff (tagged/writing) and search for the one called Bloodstream.
Thanks for reading, one more time! Have a great week xx