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An: Come With Me Now On A Journey Through Time And Space...its part two of my story now. I hope you enjoy. I know I enjoy writing!
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Lydia woke up with a hangover that would destroy cities. Explosions blasting in her mind. Her head pounded. It was too bright in her darkened bedroom. Air was moving too loudly. The garden scented plug in made her stomach roll and Prada's body heat at the bend of her knees was a sauna. All in all her life was miserable.
So of course Allison would be there, standing over her nervously and looking as bad as she felt. Lydia groaned, pulling the blankets over her face and praying it was all a horrible dream. Please let this be a dream. Please!
She tugged the too hot blankets away from her face, opening one bleary green eye. Nope. No dream. Just fidgety Allison, fidgeting. "Please tell me you came with morphine." Lydia moaned, pressing her hands to her temple. "Or something stronger." God her head hurt. Wine was evil. Evil. Evil. Evil. Allison shook her head, but opened her tightly clenched fist. Her hand shivering.
Two Advil were there, their coral colored coating smeared against Allison's sweaty fingers. Lydia didn't care, plucking them away and tossing them back with the ice water offered. It was heaven. Bliss. She drank the whole glass slowly, eying Allison over the rim of the glass, trying to figure out what was going on. she was sure it was fairly obvious, but at the moment she couldnt think about anything other than how horrible she felt.
The girl was looking everywhere but her, switching from foot to foot. Biting her lip. Her brown eyes landed on Stiles jacket, the trio of wine bottles, the pill hugging giraffe. Lydia laid back on her pillows, sighing heavily."I'm not a mind reader, Allison." She muttered, pushing the blankets away with a heavy hand. Even her hands hurt. Wine was made by the Devil. There may be innocent blood and curses in it. She wasn't sure yet.
Allison clenched her hands together, perching on the edge of the bed like a nervous budgie. Lydia peered at her from one eyes, frowning. The brunette wasn't in her Argent getup of all black and no mascara. She seemed to be making up for it with glossed lips and a flouncy skirt. "Is it true?" She muttered, picking at a run in her tights. Lydia resisted the urge to slap her hand. "What you said about my mom?"
Lydia closed her eyes at the pinch of guilt she felt. Allison's mother wasn't even cold yet but there she was, throwing buckets of bitchy on everything. Allison was her friend, One of her first true friends, and she was treating her like shit. Telling her her dead mother was pathetic and weak. Next week she was going to tell orphans that Santa wasn't real. Putting her hand over her eyes, Lydia groaned. "I probably shouldn't have said that." She muttered, her mouth pulling down at the taste of the words. She stood by it. She wasn't going to apologize. The Argents were crazy maniacs and not to play the blame game, but she was pretty certain that if they'd never came to Beacon Hills all this wouldn't have happened. Sure there'd still be werewolves, but they'd be happy werewolves. Bounding through the woods and not eating people in lacrosse fields.
Allison shrugged her shoulders, moving back further into the bed. She was getting comfortable, sitting just under Lydia's feet. Prada moved into her lap and Allison busied her hands with the dog's soft fur, its wild ears. "No one else would have told me." Allison whispered, biting her lip. She wanted to cry. She wanted to be strong. She found she couldn't be either. "We have these rules. Rules that we're supposed to follow, hold above all else. One of those rules is that we don't kill unless they do. That if a werewolf hasn't spilt innocent blood we don't hurt them. These rules..." Allison laughed bitterly, choking on it. She shook her head as she looked up to the ceiling, blinking back harsh tears. "These rules are what we are supposed to abide by. Its what separates us from the 'monsters'. But now we are the monsters."
Lydia watched the girl with wide eyes, clenching the blanket in her hands. Allison was having an emotional crisis. A divide in her life. Lydia didn't know how to deal with it. She was just as lost. They all were. Children dealing with things that no one could possibly understand. "Everyone has their own opinion on monsters." Lydia struggled to sit up, leaning her back against the headboard. Her mouth turned down and she shook her head. "Your Mother probably had a good reason to..." She trailed off, looking down.
Allison scoffed angrily, shaking her head. "No. 'Good reasons' aren't enough. The line is clear, Lydia. She attacked him, tried to kill him, because I love him. Because he loves me and he's a monster to her. But he's not a monster!" Allison was looking at her for some sort of agreement, confirmation that Scott was good. The thought hit Lydia suddenly, every person she trusted loved was telling her that Scott was evil. That the boy she loved was bad. That he'd kill her and their love was wrong. Against what was right. Lydia nodded slowly, carefully. Allison let out a choked sob. "I love him and she tried to kill him for it! He's sixteen Lydia! Sixteen!" Allison was up, Prada scurrying away as the girl paced.
Lydia watched her with guarded eyes. Taking in her clenched form, the anger in her. Allison was beaten too. "He's good Lydia! He helps everyone! He wanted to help Jackson. I'm sure he would have even helped Matt if he got the chance. He's good and they still hate him." Lydia watched with a frown as the brunette slumped down, sliding down the side of the bed. She took the same spot Stiles had the night before, her face in her hands as she sobbed. Lydia let her. She needed a good cry. "Its not his fault, its not any of their fault. We did this. We caused this. We made them hate us. She was going to kill him because he loves me." The girl rambled, sobbing hard.
Allison looked up suddenly meeting Lydia's eyes. There was determination in the dark depths, a fierce strength. Lydia shivered. "I'm going to be better than them." She said coldly, her fingers wiping the black tracks from her face. She pushed up to her feet only to sit back down. "I'm going to follow the rules. I'm the head of the family now. I make the decisions." Lydia felt bad for anyone who dared break the rules in the Argent family now. She'd always thought Allison weak...she'd never felt more wrong. The hardness suddenly seeped from Allison's shoulders, leaving her a wide eyed girl again. She meet Lydia's eyes with a tinge if anxiety. "Are we still friends?" She asked quietly, knitting her fingers together.
Lydia nodded, feeling the world spin andthe soft smile on her lips fade off. "Only if you'll hold my hair while I throw up."
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"You're having dinner with who?" Allison asked as she wrapped the barrel of the curling iron around her hair. She'd sheepishly told Lydia that she'd thrown away most of her beauty tools in her Argent fueled rage. Lydia had rolled her eyes, idiot girl. At the unveiled shock her friend was showing, Lydia sighed, raising her soapy leg out of the water and buffing away her hangover. "I can't believe he asked."
She didn't know if Allison was shocked because Stiles asked her out, or if it was because she said yes. Either way she raised her brow sharply, a green skin mask making the movement stiff. "What's that supposed to mean, friend?" Her voice was a thinly veiled threat and a cruel smile. Allison caught the look in the mirror and shivered. Lydia was definitely back. With a vengeance. Poor Stiles.
The brunette sat the iron in the sink, pulling the curl she created. "Nothing." She said, knowing Lydia wouldn't accept the answer. In the tub the strawberry blonde was pulling the mask off her face, frowning at it. She threw a piece, sticking it on the back of Allison's skirt with a glare. The girl cringed, continuing. "I just didn't think he'd ever ask is all..." Allison tugged at her hair, dropping out pins with her fidgeting hands.
Lydia frowned harder, sinking low into the water and beginning to feel a little self conscious. Why wouldn't Stiles ask her out? What was wrong with her? Before all this had happened she had been quite the hot commodity. She was sure after word of the wild party got out she'd be queen again. So why wouldn't Genim want her? And why the hell did she keep calling him by his first name? "Why wouldn't he ask me out?" Lydia grumbled, her mouth barely above the water. She was looking up at Allison with big round eyes and Allison felt bad about her wording.
"No no! I didn't mean it like that!" She swore, turning around with her hands up. Lydia's eyes sharpened on her, her brow now free to raise. Allison leaned against the counter, scratching the back of her neck. She'd put her foot in her mouth and now the strawberry blonde was going to choke her with it. "What I meant was...you're Lydia
Martin."
The answer seemed to placate her newly reconciled friend and Allison smiled. She needed Lydia. They all needed each other. They were in this together. They always would be. Stiles the brain, Scott the muscle, her the planner, and Lydia...the one with no modesty who was just wrapping a towel around her like it was nothing. Her naked trip in the woods made her far too comfortable.
Lydia pulled her dry hair out of the clip, stepping into the mirror and picking up the forgotten curler. Allison stepped aside, slipping onto the vanity chair. Lydia pursed her lips, "What should I wear?" She asked, curling the ends of her hair. Allison shrugged and Lydia narrowed her eyes. "Gee, thanks. You're so helpful." She snapped.
Allison put her hands in the air, shaking her head. "I don't know what to tell you." She laughed. It was really a little bit funny, Lydia worried about her outfit for Stiles. She could go in a potato sack and he'd still be head over heels. Hell, he may even prefer a short little burlap bag. She leaned backwards, peering into Lydia's open closet. "What about that little burgundy dress? It'll match your nails." She supplied.
Lydia hm'd, looking down at her chipped polish. She'd need to apply a new coat first but it would do. It was a good date dress too, snug but covering with red lace coat over a red strapless dress. She'd gotten it after she realized the teeth marks were going to scar and she needed covering. She smiled sadly. "Cream tights and grey heels?" The Oxford wedges maybe...suede peep toes? She planned the outfit out in her mind as she rubbed on her lotion.
Allison laughed softly behind her, poor Stiles was going to have a heart attack.
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He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.
His date with Lydia was in an hour and he couldn't breathe. Opening his medicine cabinet he snatched Scott's inhaler, taking a deep huff. The werewolf laughed softly behind him and he glared back. "You're not helping me!" He snapped, "You're supposed to help me!"
Scott kept laughing, watching his friend pace his small bathroom. He'd already wrecked his closet searching for the perfect teeshirt and button up combo, and now he was panicking over hair. "You don't even have enough to style." He laughed, shaking his head at his friends antics. Stiles seemed to realize that and relaxed against the sink, fiddling with the inhaler. He seemed a bit down. Scott frowned, "What's up?"
Stiles leaned against the sink, shoving his hands in his pockets. His shoulders slumped around his face and he looked down at the toe of his sneakers. He was only wearing one so far. Keeping his eyes down, he muttered quiet enough that Scott had to listen with his were hearing" "What if she doesn't like me? Like what if I just ruin it so badly that she wont even talk to me anymore?" His nerves were pouring off him like sweat and Scott wrinkled his nose.
Reaching behind him, he tossed his friend a stick of Old Spice deodorant. "First, use this. Its your friend.' Stiles lifted his shirt, doing as Scott said. He was a little...damp. "Second, I doubt that will happen, man." He laughed, shaking his head. Scott waggled his eyebrows, "She kissed you, remember?" He smirked, winking.
Stiles frowned, a blush on his face. Scott was right. Sort of. He played with the deodorant stick, picking at the label. "Yeah, but still. I loved her since the third grade." He sighed heavily, tearing it off. Fear no Susan Glenn.
Scott powered on, taking the deodorant away and replacing it with the boy's missing shoe. "Even if you mess this up, which I doubt you will," He added in a supportive tone, "there are other girls you know." He didn't think his friend cared much for other girls though. He was all in for Lydia.
Stiles frowned at the thought, giving his friend a sharp look. He didn't like that. He didn't want any other girl. He didn't know when it had switched from desperate crush to Spark-esque love, but it had an he couldn't shake it. "I don't want another girl." He said quietly, shaking his head. He looked up with a spark in his eyes, grinning. "I'll just switch teams. Speaking of, have you heard from Derek today?"
Scott looked like he was going to be physically ill. "You're not funny."
Stiles shrugged, tugging on his shoe. "Eh, humor is subjective. Matt thought we made a cute couple." He threw out, tying a bow. He looked up as Scott made gagging noise. His face went slack, the mirth fading. "Seriously though, what happened?"
Scott went serious, sitting down on the shut toilet seat. He sent his friend a dry look. "After Lydia just hung me out to dry and you left me to be disembowelled?" He asked, a sharp smile on his face.
"Yeah."
Scott rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he thought onnlast night. "He made me ride in the back seat, like a child. Then he lectured me about 'pack family' for like an hour. When he finally let me explain he kind of just...accepted it. But he said that if I talked to Gerard ever again he'd rip my throat out." Sinking low he tried to disappear. "And I'm supposed to go train with them tonight."
Stiles let out a loud laugh. "He's going to beat the life out of you." He said around his toothbrush, a towel tucked into the neck of his shirt. He would NOT have toothpaste on his shirt for his first date with Lydia.
"No kidding." Scott yanked the towel with werewolf speed, smacking his friend with it on the back of his head. Stiles glared, his mouth ringed in foam. "Do you know if Lydia has heard from Allison?"
Stiles nodded, spat, then wiped his mouth on the towel he took back. "Yeah. She came over just as I was leaving today. I let her in." He remebered the way the brunette had acted, fidgeted. She'd been distant and quiet. Sad. But he wouldn't tell Scott that. "She seemed different. Nervous but resigned."
Scott bobbed his head, pressing his fingers together. "Do you know why she was there?" He asked, biting his lips together.
Stiles looked down to his phone, tapping the screen. "No." He answered idly, reading a text the girl had just sent. He frowned, but wanted to laugh too. "Lydia hasn't talked to me, she just texted that if I was late for our date she'd drown me."
Scott cringed, looking up at the other boy incredulously. She hadn't, had she? "That's a little too soon don't you think?" He asked, shaking his head. She'd made a joke about drowning after Matt... "He's not even cold yet."
Stiles just shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't going to tell her anything. He liked the way she was. "Its Lydia, dude. She's kind of twisted." He explained, tucking his phone away. He needed to get going. Soon. "If she tells me anything about Allison, I'll tell you." He looked over at Scott then down to his watch, his heart racing.
Scott's smile was positively wolfish. "Should I expect a call tonight? Or tomorrow?" He asked.
Stiles turned red, taking another hit of the inhaler. "Shut up." He muttered, stalking out the door as Scott cackled at his back.
Bastard.
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She looked beautiful. She was stunning. He didn't know why she was with him. Dear God.
Lydia stood in her doorway, holding her white spy coat over her arm as she locked the door behind her. The porch light was framing her just right and he just had to stop. She'd said yes. To him.
Lydia noticed his stare, an almost self conscious flutter in her chest. There was something else there too. A catch in her breathing, butterflies in her stomach. He looked good. Real good. And something about the dumbstruck look he was giving her made him look even better. She smiled, holding her arms out.
She gave a spin and it was like a blow.
"Do I look alright?" Lydia smiled over her shoulder with her red painted lips. She caught his eye and winked. He turned as red as her little dress.
Stiles swallowed thickly, nodding like an idiot. She looked great, her red dress, pale skin. She stepped forward in those towering heels, dropping her house keys in his jean pockets with a smirk. Stiles jolted, looking down at her. "Are we going out or are you just going to stare at me all night?"
Lydia tried not to compare him to Jackson, they were two different worlds. Jackson had honked the horn, not came to the door. Stiles offered her his arm and she took it, following him to the car as he opened the door.
"You look really beautiful tonight." He said with a faint blush to his cheeks. Lydia smiled.
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"Where are we going?" She finally asked, watching as Stiles turned left. Again. They were going in circles and this was circle number five. She frowned, maybe Stiles was crazier than she was. He was driving around aimlessly while they were on a date.
Stiles tapped his fingers against the wheel, frowning. He didn't know. He hadn't really planned it. There wasn't really any time. He should have thought it out at least a little bit. Then he wouldn't have been driving around in circles, trying to figure something out without her knowing. Too bad she'd found out.
He slumped in his seat, switching it up and taking a right turn. That should throw her. "I...we, uh, there's a restaurant. We could go there." He pointed out, trying to think of something they could do. What did Lydia want to do? Should he ask? "Or the movies, m-mini golf." He stuttered, "Or... I really don't know."
Lydia turned her head, watching the newly nervous boy. He was a little too nervous... "This is your first date." She smiled, only a little bit deviously. No wonder he was so painfully awkward. He'd never done this before. His face flamed under the street lights and she laughed softly. "I like that. Take me somewhere to eat." She hadn't had a chance to eat all day. She knew he probably hadn't either.
Stiles nodded, smiling. Of course she was his first date. There hadn't been anyone else he'd wanted to date. Sure there were girls who he'd asked out (but later canceled on), gone to dances with and school functions, but he'd never really gone on a date. This was new. He pulled into a spot that wasn't new, parallel parking between as Jetta and a truck. He looked up at the sign, smiling over at Lydia.
The strawberry blonde had a brow raised but an otherwise blank face. "A diner." She said, her voice flat. Really? A diner? Really?
Stiles's smile faltered, fading at the edges. He didn't pull the key from the ignition. "Have you ever been in here?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Great Stiles, just mess it all up. Why didn't he just take her to a dark alley for crackers? That'd be just golden.
Lydia just blinked at him. "No. Because its a diner." She said easily.
Stiles moved to shift in reverse, "We could go some place else?" He offered, looking over to the passenger seat. Lydia was already out of the car.
He followed, a smile on his face as she walked into his favorite diner. It was almost empty, a Thursday night crowd of bored waitresses and usuals. Stiles nodded at the ones he knew, which was all of them, as he followed Lydia to the booth she chose.
"So nice of you to join me." She said as he slid in opposite of her. "And here I thought you didn't like this place." She winked a green eye over the laminated menu and he had to shake his head.
Maybe the diner wasn't such a bad idea after all.
A waitress slid up in a Retro dress uniform of pale yellow and white, her blonde hair a wide feathered throwback. She smiled at Stiles and he smiled back.
"I see you traded your daddy in for a newer model!" Suzzie joked, sliding her pen behind her ear. She'd been working at the diner since Stiles was young, she'd seen him grow since his mother died. But he'd never came in with a girl before. She smiled down at the girl, sending her a wink. "What can I get for you to drink shugar?"
Lydia hm'd, tracing a newly painted nail over the menu. Stiles noted no chips in the red polish. "A red cream soda with light ice" She ordered, turning the menu over and sending Stiles a waiting look. He ordered a soda and Suzzie walked off, smiling to herself.
Lydia raised a brow, scanning the menu. "Everything on this menu is fattening." She told him blandly, grinning down at the shiny one page menu. It was pretty standard diner fare. Greasy, fried, unhealthy. 'Loose vegetables' was an option. She didn't even know what that meant.
"They have salads." Stiles muttered, pulling at his menu. He scanned down. "Take the Bacon and bread out of the blt, add some ranch..." He muttered, trailing off, Lydia let out a loud laugh and he looked up. The diner was a damn good idea. He hadn't heard her laugh that hard in a while. And it wasn't even at someone!
Suzzie was back, their sodas in her hands. "Red cream for the pretty girl," she smiled, slipping it the fizzy drink to Lydia. The girl took it happily, dropping her straw in it and taking a sip. Suzzie slid Stiles his drink, "and a caffeine free Cola for you son." She laughed. Everyone was on direct orders: Stiles got no caffeine.
"Gee thanks." The boy grumbled as Suzzie asked for their orders. Stiles frowned as he tried to figure out what Lydia would order. He'd only ever seen her eat pretty healthy. Other than that Reeses' Cup.
Lydia looked down at her shiny menu one last time, narrowing her eyes at it. "I'll have the double Patty melt, no Mayo or ketchup, extra bacon with pickles." She ordered, tilting her head. "With curly fries." She added. She hadn't had a red soda in awhile. She'd forgotten how good they were. But they were full of calories. Everytime they had gone out Jackson had ordered for her. Unsweetened tea, light salad.
Stiles's brows shot up and Suzzie laughed, "You sure you can fit all that into that little dress?" She chuckled, turning to the boy as Lydia smirked. Stiles shook himself, "And you son?"
"Ch-Cheeseburger and fries." He stuttered as Suzzie left again. Lydia took a sip from her straw, leaning her elbow on the table and handing over her menu with her free hand. She was so pretty, looking up at him with her eyes sparkling. Even in her expensive dress she was slumming it easily in an old diner with him. She was there with him.
Lydia watched Suzzie leave. The woman obviously knew Stiles. Maybe this was his favorite place? Suzzie obviously knew Stiles needed no Caffeine. Ever. "I'm already eating unhealthy, might as well enjoy it right?" She asked, leaning backwards in the cushioned booth. The red vinyl sunk around her.
"You're amazing." Stiles muttered, shaking his head.
Lydia grinned, "I know."
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They talked about...nothing. Movies and classes, Lydia's favorite book. Stiles comic books. How he hadn't been to the park in five years. How she had an almost ironic weakness for Ginger snaps. Stiles' odd fear of ceiling fans that wobbled. Lydia's fear of whales. They bantered over the existance of mermaids. How it was shark week. It wasn't serious. They didn't want serious. They had enough of it everyday. This was fun, airy and light. They both laughed and Lydia threw her straw wrapper across the table.
By the time Suzzie came for their plates and refilled their glasses, Lydia had her shoes off, her stockinged feet up on the vinyl seat beside him. She wiggled her toes, bumping his thigh playfully. "Split an apple pie with me?" She asked as Suzzie inquired after dessert.
Stiles motioned to her empty plate with a raised brow, "The whole pie?" He joked, nodding as Suzzie disappeared behind the kitchen. Lydia smiled happily and took a sip of her soda. She needed more of these. Stiles watched her enjoy her caffeine. Lucky girl.
Suzzie sat their slice of pie down and Lydia moved over to his side of the booth. Suzzie gave two fork and a wink. "You gonna make me eat this by myself?" The strawberry blonde asked, running the tines of her fork across the ice cream on the top of the pie. She licked the tip of the fork and Stiles short circuited.
Lydia shoved a forkfull in his gaping mouth with a grin.
"I prefer cobbler." Stiles mumbled around his mouthful as Lydia laughed again, taking a bite herself with a shrug.
She watched as Stiles took another bite by himself, straight from the crust. The best part. Lydia turned to him with a sharp word on her tongue, but had to stop. He had a bit of cream on the corner of his lip. A little bit in the end. She smiled softly and leaned close, running her thumb across his bottom lip. She got the spot, bringing her hand back to herself and licking the pad of her thumb.
Stiles turned red, stuttering. "You wanna get out of here?" His date asked quietly, still leaned close.
He nodded, "Ch-c-hcheck please!"
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An: So I'm really self conscious about my writting, you guys and your reviews mean the world to me! Also...if I reach one hundred reviews with this chapter, I will take suggestions from the hundredth review for the next chapter! (As long as its in character. Idc if its a picnic with the wolf pack or you want them to talk about shark week at a party by the creek. You decide!)
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