Lydia looked out to the ocean, so many questions going through her mind. Why hadn't she been rescued?
One helicopter, she'd seen. One helicopter. This wasn't right.
She looked at the long branch next to her as she sat on the sand in defeat. She'd managed to eventually get one banana from the tree after attempting for half an hour. Her arms ached and her ankle was throbbing, and none of that mattered. Because she threw the banana back up after eating it. It was too early for her body to be rejecting food, so why did she throw it up?
Her teeth were furry, her hair was beginning to grease and she wanted to shower. Badly. Clouds were rolling in and she wasn't ready to be soaked once more. She'd much rather drink the rain than be soaked in it, but she had nothing to store it in. Where on earth was the rescue team?
They should be at least going down to the plane wreckage to look for something, anything.
Lydia placed her head in her hands as she tried to ignore how thirsty and hungry she was. And how much she wanted to brush her teeth. She needed to find something. There must be something on this island. She didn't survive a plane crash to be stranded on an island of nothing.
Exhaling, she pushed her hair back and reached for the branch, snapping it in two. Using them as crutches, she pulled herself up and placed her bag over her shoulder before she ventured through the wall of trees once more. Lydia looked ahead at the dried out land that seemed to go on for miles, but she needed to find help. Water, food, anything.
As she tried her best to get as much use out of her wooden crutches, she began to think of something that made her happy. Something to take her mind off of her current situation. Prom night clouded her head.
"You know, I know you've changed a lot since last year, but..." Stiles sat down next to Lydia as she watched everyone begin to dance to a slower song. She watched Scott and Kira laugh to themselves, Kira resting her head on Scott's shoulder as he probably told her another lame joke. Even Malia was enjoying herself. She seemed a little off put to start with, at the whole 'turning around in a circle to a slow song' but she was getting into it. She'd rested her head on the college guy's shoulder and was smiling.
Lydia looked at Stiles as his leg tapped on the ground. "You still like slow dancing...right?"
Stiles watched Lydia grin before she stood up and walked around Stiles, her hand drifting across his back. "Correct. You want to dance?"
Stiles smiled before standing up and taking Lydia's hand. "I thought you'd never ask."
The pair made their way to the dance floor, wading through the crowd. Stiles turned Lydia to face him and placed a hand on the small of her back. Lydia smiled lightly before placing her hand on his shoulder and their spare hands found one another. Stiles entwined his fingers with Lydia's before they looked around.
"What does this remind you of?" Lydia looked up at Stiles with a smirk. Stiles looked back with an eyebrow raised. He shrugged.
"Last year, prom. Surely you didn't forget, Stiles..."
"No! No, of course I didn't. I'm just surprised that you remembered." Stiles shook his head.
"Oh, come on. I wasn't that bad, Stiles. Of course I'd remember us dancing at prom." Lydia smirked, rolling her eyes.
"Well, it's just one of those things we haven't spoken about. Like, ever." Stiles pulled in his lips.
"We don't speak about a lot of things." Lydia mumbled, looking around at the people surrounding them.
"Like what?" Stiles frowned, his heart racing. He knew exactly what she meant.
"Just, things. Lets enjoy this moment, shall we?" Lydia placed her head in the crook of Stiles' neck and closed her eyes.
Stiles didn't know what to do with himself. He tried his best to focus on not tripping over Lydia's feet but with her breath on his neck he was finding that hard to do. Now she'd brought it up, Stiles couldn't help but think about the incident in the boys locker room. The unspoken kiss. Why would she bring that up?
Lydia looked over Stiles' shoulder as Kira and Scott shared an embrace. She just wished Stiles would make a god-damn move already. Enough with dancing around the fact they have chemistry, or tension. Right now, she was at prom, and the whole 'what about their friendship' crap had flown out of the window.
The thought of nothing happening between them before Lydia flew to Australia was rattling her. Kira's words played on her mind ever since she'd spoken them. Did she really want to leave it at 'just friends'? Not say a word about their feelings, for her to return eight months later and he'd found someone else? She couldn't think about it.
Stiles fought with himself in his mind before he decided to stop thinking about it and just do it. He unravelled his hand from Lydia's and placed it on her back, pulling her closer.
"God, Stiles-" Lydia looked up at the brown-eyed boy, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.
Stiles kissed Lydia. His heart racing at a million miles an hour, and he kissed Lydia. He was kissing Lydia, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek and she was kissing back. She was deepening the kiss, and Stiles could not believe what was actually happening. All the imagining of what this moment would be like when eventually he'd make a move and it was happening. It was real.
Lydia placed her hands on Stiles neck as she melting into his frame. He'd actually done it. A* to Stiles Stilinski.
They parted, and Lydia was speechless. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at her best friend, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"I'm..." Stiles began, looking down at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life, her lips swollen and her eyes round. "I'm, er, sorry-"
"Please do not apologise for kissing me, Stilinski." Lydia glared up at Stiles. "God, you know how to ruin a moment."
Stiles closed his eyes in annoyance at himself. "I'm sorry-"
Lydia placed her finger on his lips before stealing another quick kiss from him before the song changed to a more up-beat track.
Stiles opened his eyes before looking down at Lydia then to the people around them, now dancing to the chart song. The reality of the situation sunk in before he was in shock himself.
"Lydia Martin, did I just kiss you?"
"Yes, Stiles. You did."
"And, what exactly do you think about that?"
"Well, I kissed you back so that kind of answers your question."
"So, you're not annoyed that I kissed you?"
"No, Stiles. I'm glad you finally did it."
Stiles looked down at the red-head who was smirking. He was acting like a complete idiot.
Lydia laughed. "You're so cute when you're nervous."
"I just kissed Lydia Martin." Stiles looked down at the girl in his arms.
"Are you going to applause yourself for it or are you going to kiss me again?" Lydia rolled her eyes.
"I'm thinking the latter." Stiles nodded as Lydia grinned. He brought her close once more and kissed her just as passionately as the first time.
Lydia wanted to collapse at this point. She'd walked and walked and walked and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds and she could feel the start of what looked like a heavy rainfall begin to fall down on her bare arms.
Three days of not eating, not drinking and she was beginning to feel very pissed about the situation. She was meant to be at home. Being drowned in her mother's love and spending time with Stiles. Hugging Stiles, kissing Stiles, falling asleep with Stiles watching films and eating crappy food. She was so alone on this island. No one else there to go through all this with her. She was stranded, alone with nothing. There was nothing around her. She'd been walking for forty-five minutes and she'd not seen a single thing that could help her in any way.
She reached a tree and placed her bag and the two branches underneath it before turning around and looking out. Nothing but dirt. How was this fair?
"Whoever is in charge up there, start taking your fucking job seriously!" Lydia yelled up at the grey sky, pointing to the thick clouds. "Allison, gramps, Aiden, someone up there, just help me out!"
Lydia looked to the dry ground as she realised what she was doing. Moaning to the above wasn't going to help her. The rain had begun falling heavily so Lydia just sat on the ground and let it soak her. She was giving up. Looking down at her bandaged foot, she sighed and looked up with closed eyes, opening her mouth to catch as many drops as she could.