Lydia's eyes drifted open, the darkness around her immediately making her feel cold. She blinked a few times before attempting to sit up. A piercing pain shot through her leg and then she remembered her injury. Whimpering, she looked down at the damage.
Squinting through the darkness, she noticed a lot of blood on the floor. She let her head hang low as she thought about what she was going to do next. She could sit here, bleed out and give up. Or she could get the hell up and head back to the beach where she had more of a chance of being rescued. She wanted to just let go, not care about surviving. But that's not what Lydia Martin would do. She was a fighter, Stiles had told her so before. And Lydia knew that if Stiles was here, he'd be helping her up, telling her to stay strong and to keep going.
Lydia blinked back the tears before rummaging for her bag in the dark. Hunting for her damp t-shirt she removed earlier on in the evening, she sat up with her broken ankle stretched out. The pain was excruciating, but she was smart enough to know what she doing and if she wanted her leg to heal, she had to suck it up and act on it.
A year ago, Lydia wouldn't have dreamt of ripping up her fifty dollar shirt, but right in this moment she couldn't care less. She ripped it into long strips and used one to wrap around her wound to stop it from bleeding any further. She felt faint enough as it was, she didn't want to lose any more blood.
She didn't know how she done it, but Lydia hopped back towards the beach, sometimes accidentally leaning on her ankle which caused her to scream out in pain. She moved through the wall of trees before the sound of the waves crashing onto shore entered her hearing. She needed the wound clean. Stumbling across the sand, she almost collapsed into the water but held herself up, slowly sitting down on the sand before dipping her swollen ankle into the salty sea.
It stung a lot more than she had hoped. She yelled out as the salt done its trick, her vision fading as the pain increased. Leaving her foot in the water for another ten minutes, she checked to see if it was still bleeding. It had died down, so she crawled back up towards the banana tree she last took cover under and elevated her ankle on top of a rock.
Lydia couldn't believe her luck. Up and down like a yo-yo. involved in a plane crash, but she survived, managed to miss maybe the only opportunity of being rescued and broke her ankle, all because of a stupid little branch and some uneven ground. The banshee was beyond angry at herself.
She leaned back against the trunk of the tree and glared at her damaged and soaking ankle. She had to try and keep herself calm in this situation. She was on her own, no one to help her but herself. Out of all the things, she couldn't be angry at herself.
Lydia closed her eyes and thought back to a time that made her the most happiest. Her mind immediately flashed to Stiles.
Stiles rushed round to the passenger door of his jeep and opened it with a nervous smile. Lydia smiled back before taking his hand as he helped her out. Her heels met the ground and she looked up at the decorated front entrance of the school. Her heart raced.
Lydia was excited. She couldn't deny it; Stiles had definitely proved her wrong. The last thing she wanted to do was go home and watch Netflix on her laptop. The Jack Daniels that her and Stiles had downed a moment ago was still fresh on her tongue and burning the back of her throat, but it felt nice. And what was a party without a little bit of alcohol?
"Ready?" Stiles smiled, holding out his arm after closing the door after Lydia. Lydia smirked before quickly doing a once over of Stiles' suit. He scrubbed up extremely well. His tie matched Lydia's dark green dress and he was wearing shiny formal shoes for once. Lydia was pretty sure he borrowed them off of his father.
"Without a doubt." Lydia nodded, linking arms with the brown-eyed boy in front of her. They began to walk towards the steps before Stiles stopped and unlinked his arm.
"Shit, Lydia. I'm sorry."
Lydia turned around with a confused frown on her face. "What?"
"I forget to tell you when I picked you up..." Stiles shook his head as he mentally scolded himself. "You look absolutely beautiful."
Lydia's eyes widened a little before she blushed, looking down at her black heels. She tucked a straw-berry blonde lock behind her ear before looking back up at Stiles shyly.
Stiles meant every word. She looked like god's gift. Her dress fitted her perfectly, hugging her body in all the right places. She'd left her make-up minimal which Stiles adored; she'd been doing it a lot lately and it showed her true beauty. Her hair was pinned in a wavy up-do, a few loose curls falling down her back. And it had been a while since Stiles saw Lydia in heels. He forgot how long and slender it made her legs look. He couldn't of been more honoured to going with her to prom.
"Thank you, Stiles." Lydia smiled. "You look amazing, too. That suit makes you look like a mysterious and sexy billionaire."
Stiles blinked. "Y-you kidding? That was totally the look I was going for!"
Lydia laughed before reaching out to take his hand. Stiles' heart thumped as he laced his fingers through hers and lead her up the stairs and into the school.
As soon as they stepped in they could tell it was going to be one heck of a night. The music echoed loudly from the gym hall and the lockers either side of them were decorated with lights and stars. Everyone was piling in and out of the gym, laughs filling the atmosphere. Stiles squeezed Lydia's hand as they approached the doors, eager to join in with everyone's celebrations.
They walked through, immediately thrown with how different it looked. They had been to previous proms, but this one was so much more greater, it felt more final. Sparkly lights were covering the ceiling and the walls as well as a large disco ball hanging from above, dazzling the room with sparkles and shimmers. White curtains fell down around them and the darkness added to the mood. The dance-floor was filled with students, some they recognised. A large, long table decorated with a white cloth stretched along the back of the hall was filled to the top with snacks, sweets, cakes, a chocolate fountain and a punch fountain - which was most probably alcohol free. One part of the bleachers had been kept out for people to sit on, and next to it was a large photo-booth. There was a beautiful stand at the side of the room with lights and flowers hanging from it, a photographer and a banner above saying "Prom of 2015". Reading that made Lydia and Stiles heart fall a little with sadness, knowing that after this night school would be over forever.
But neither one of them regretted anything. Even the were-wolves and the kanimas and the god-damn nogitsunes couldn't affect that. Everything happened for a reason, and if it wasn't for every fight, every tear, every supernatural creature, Lydia would have never became friends with Stiles, Stiles would never have gotten to know Lydia for who she really is, Scott and Allison wouldn't have fallen in love, and the pack wouldn't exist. It had been hell, this past year, but Stiles and Lydia wouldn't want anything different.
"Lets go drink lots of non-alcoholic punch and see if we can find Scott and the others." Stiles leaned to Lydia's ear, trying his best to be heard over the music. He held Lydia's hand firmly as they waved through the crowd of students laughing and yelling until they reached the chocolate and punch fountains. Lydia's eyes widened at the chocolate display in front of her before grabbing two marshmallows on sticks.
"This is where the party starts." Lydia winked at Stiles as she handed him a stick before they both smothered the soft chewy sweet in chocolate. Stiles turned to Lydia and smirked at her, holding out his coated marshmallow.
"To prom."
Lydia chuckled and rolled her eyes. "To prom."
They both nudged their sweets together before indulging them into their mouths, the taste of the marshmallow and the hot chocolate melting together. Lydia studied Stiles as she swallowed. She saw the mess Stiles had made around his mouth before laughing.
"Seriously, Stiles. How can you possibly miss that big mouth of yours?" Lydia laughed before wiping her thumb along the bottom of his lip, removing the melted chocolate. Stiles froze as he watched Lydia bring her thump to her mouth, sucking off the contents that was once on his face. She was killing him.
A loud, recognisable cheered bellowed over the music and before the two could react, Scott had hugged Stiles from behind. "Guys, you're here!"
Lydia grinned as Stiles turned around and responded to the hug before she noticed Kira run past them and towards her. "Kira!"
"Lydia! You look drop dead gorgeous!" Kira squealed as she held onto Lydia's arms. "I could kill you."
"You can't say that, did you look in the mirror before you left?!" Lydia was wide-eyed while scanning the kitsune. "You look incredible!"
"Second to that." Scott appeared behind Kira, kissing her on the cheek. Lydia smiled at the pair of them. "You girls want a drink?"
"Please." Lydia smiled as Stiles and Scott headed over to the punch.
"So, you decided to come." Kira raised an eyebrow, a playful look on her face. "I thought you weren't bothering this year?"
"Well, I wasn't to start with. But something..." Lydia hesitated.
"Or someone...?" Kira smirked.
Lydia held Kira's gaze before giving in. "Stiles changed my mind."
"I knew he would." Kira grinned. "Out of anyone, you'd listen to him."
Lydia looked at the kitsune knowingly. "Kira..."
"Hey, I'm not saying anything. You all know how we feel about you and Stiles, even Malia wants you two to get together already."
Lydia exhaled. "Kira, I've told you before. It's...me and Stiles. It's a complicated topic."
"What's so complicated?!"
"I genuinely don't know." Lydia shrugged, looking over Kira's shoulder to watch Scott and Stiles whispering amongst themselves. "We've gotten so close over this past year. We're best friends, and the last thing I'd want is for that friendship to be ruined. I can't lose him."
"I totally understand." Kira nodded. "But...you're going away for eight months next week. Are you sure you want to leave it at "just friends"?"
Lydia pulled in her lip as the boys returned.
"Drinks for the ladies." Stiles smiled, handing Lydia and Kira a cup of punch. "And there's definitely no alcohol in it; I checked. But there's definitely alcohol in my pocket, so me and Lydia can get turned up."
Scott raised an eyebrow and Kira giggled before looking to the ground.
Stiles sent them a grin. "Sorry, guys. But if you two can't get drunk, then we can."
Lydia turned to Stiles with a smirk. "Wipe the clever grin off of your face, Stilinski. Were-wolves and were-coyotes cannot get drunk. But kitsunes on the other hand..."
"You can get drunk, Kira?!" Stiles frowned at Scott's girlfriend as Lydia snaked a hand through Stiles' tux and pulled out of the bottle of Jack Daniels. "Woah, Lydia. What are you doing?!"
"Calm down, Stiles. No one's going to see us." Lydia rolled her eyes as she quickly poured some of the whisky into his and Kira's cups. "And I'm pretty sure that Coach is standing on the bleachers inhaling a bottle of vodka for everyone to see."
Scott turned around and frowned at their Economics teacher. "Bobby, come on..."
"Lydia, I cannot get as drunk as I did at the sleepover at yours, I had the worst hangover and did not remember a thing-"
"Don't worry, Kira. I'll be sure your night is not ruined." Lydia reassured the kitsune before Malia appeared from the dancefloor with a wide grin.
"Malia! Where have you been?" Kira greeted the were-coyote with a grin.
"Some dude from the lacrosse team asked me to prom earlier, so I totally went to a pre-party with him and his college friends earlier." Malia laughed with excitement. They were all happy she was so ecstatic. She hadn't experienced these things before, they were glad she was fitting in.
"What happened to Jacob?" Lydia frowned.
"Junior Jacob?" Malia raised an eyebrow. "I hooked him up with Karate Katharine. You could smell lust on the pair of them whenever they were together."
"Malia, that's really sweet." Stiles tilted his head.
"Yeah, I'm proud of you." Scott beamed.
"Thanks, guys!" Malia grinned. "I hate to leave you all but I'm gonna go continue making out with the lacrosse dude."
The pack looked to the ground and laughed as the brown-haired teenager rushed off.
"Oh, girls! You look really beautiful, by the way!" Malia called out before disappearing into the dancing crowd.
"You, too!" Lydia yelled before turning to pack. "Wow."
"At least everyone's happy." Kira shrugged with a chuckle.
"Okay, everyone. Let's make a toast." Stiles spoke up, lifting his cup. "To the future, and the hopes that no matter what happens or where we go, we'll always stick together."
Lydia looked up at Stiles as he winked at her. She smirked before lifting her glass.
"To the future."
Lydia woke up in pain. Her damaged ankle was throbbing, her skin was burning from the now risen sun, and she was very hungry and thirsty. Exhaling with exhaustion, she sat up against the tree and looked towards the blue sky. Assuming it was early from the position of the sun, her eyes moved to the leaves above her, bananas hanging in bunches. She squinted.
Banana tree.
She could have slapped herself there and then. She was laying there with her stomach rumbling when there was literally some food above her the whole entire time. Slowly standing up and balancing on one foot, Lydia began to conjure up a plan of how to actually reach the bananas. Due to her ankle, climbing it was out of the scenario. She could throw rocks at the bunched fruits, but she couldn't risk ruining them. Frowning up at the tree in front of her, she inhaled before grabbing the remains of her t-shirt from her bag and hobbled down to the water. She braced herself and sunk her ankle in once again. The pain matched to what it was last night, but she could deal with it.
Sitting down on the sand, she lifted out her ankle and began to make a bandage with her torn t-shirt. It would have to do for now until rescue turned up. Making sure the bandage was secure, she stood back up and hopped back up the beach and into the line of trees. There had to be some sort of stick or branch to help her retrieve the precious bananas. Her god-damn health depended on it.