"I'll leave you two alone."
Lydia looks up at Stiles and gives him a weak smile. He kisses her hair before he slowly turns and walks away from her as she crouches down on the grass.
The air is warm and the sun is bright. There's a slight breeze blowing through the trees, and Lydia can hear the rustling of the leaves. It's a beautiful Saturday - and any normal person would be spending time with family or friends. Instead, on their weekend home in Beacon Hills, Lydia and Stiles are in a graveyard.
Lydia guesses this still counts as spending time with friends and family, though.
She settles onto the grass, laying down the flowers she brought with her. They're tiger lilies. She makes a point to bring a different flower every time she visits. The gray marble stone is large and the light reflects off of it. Lydia has to shield her eyes from the glare - even though it's been 7 years since it was laid here, the headstone is still as shiny as the day of her best friend's funeral.
"Hi Ally." Lydia whispers. It always feels a bit strange to talk out loud to her, but the more she does it, the more it feels like Allison is right here with her.
"Sorry it's been a while - we've wanted to visit for a while but everything's so busy, you know. I hope you aren't mad."
Lydia peers up from the top of the headstone at Stiles - he's about 50 yards away, crouching at an older headstone. She knows the only other person he's lost is his mom - and everytime they visit Allison, he spends time with Claudia too. It makes Lydia happy and yet sad at the same time. It's not fair that he lost her so young, or that they've both lost Allison too.
But life isn't fair, and they try to make the best of it anyway.
"So, I wanted to talk to you about something. Do you remember when you talked to me about you and Scott; and how he made you feel?" Lydia looks back down at Allison's name, wiping freshly cut grass off the bottom of the headstone. "How you couldn't breathe until you were with him, and how you would count the seconds until you could be with him again?"
Lydia looks back up at the boy in the graveyard and she can't help but smile. "Well I know how you feel now. And I have a feeling you already know that, but I just wanted to tell you."
"It's Stiles. I know I've already told you all about this, but it's different now. We live together and we're building a life together." Lydia glances down at the diamond ring glittering on her left hand she can remember how it felt when he asked her.
He'd surprised her at their apartment after work - she came home to a candle lit dinner that was homecooked. Stiles always cooked, but she could tell he'd but extra time and effort into it, but she hadn't said anything.
She remembers after desert and a glass of her favorite wine, he'd knelt down on one knee in front of her. He rambled about the first time he saw her and everything they'd been through, and how much he loved her. And then he asked her the best question she'd ever heard.
Lydia hadn't been able to get the word yes out of her mouth fast enough.
"I'm going to marry him." She says, a wide grin spreading across her face. "The only way things could be more perfect right now is if you were here. I miss you best friend."
She feels a hand softly grasp her shoulder and she knows it's Stiles - letting her know she's not alone anymore. "Well, I'm going to marry her unless its not okay with you, Allison." He says, and Lydia can practically see the smirk on his lips.
Lydia turns her head as Stiles crouches down beside her and she kisses him softly. "I have a feeling she's perfectly okay with it."
They stay for about an hour, just talking about nothing and everything all at the same time, trying to fill Allison in on their lives. Even though she probably already knows.
Stiles' arm is wrapped around Lydia as they walk away from the headstone, back to their car parked on the street. When he speaks, his voice is tentative, yet still there is a hint of excitement. "So now that Allison knows, can we tell everyone else now?"
Lydia laughs slightly at him - the nervous boy who used to follow her around is still in there somewhere, like he can hardly believe she's returned any of his sentiments towards her. He needn't worry. "Of course." She says, as they stop in front of the car.
"Finally." He beams at her before placing a kiss to her lips. "Scott's first on the list."
She just shakes her head at him as she slides into the passenger seat. "Of course he is."
A/N: I'm sorry that this is so short, and that it took me so long to update this. I had a vision that I wanted to have Lydia tell Allison about everything she feels about Stiles, but I couldn't get it down on paper for a long time. I hope I did it justice.
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