"Rescue has been put on hold as a storm closes over the wreckage of the plane, but officials have claimed that a search will begin once it is safe to go forward with. Megyn Kelly, Fox News."
Stiles blinked, his eyes wandering past his television, staring straight at his bedroom wall. "Scott, can we turn this off please?"
Scott almost jumped next to him before hunting for the remote on Stiles' bed. He was quick to turn the television off before resting back into his position of leaning against the wall next to Stiles.
They both stayed silent for another ten minutes, staring at the photos on Stiles' wall. All they could see was Lydia's grin outshining the other photos. A picture stood out more than the others; a picture of Lydia and Allison.
"You know, I've been trying to think of something...anything to make this feel slightly less worse than it already does." Scott croaked, his voice horse from the crying. "But, she's with Allison now. They're together somewhere."
"Neither of them should be somewhere." Stiles muttered, his eyes wandering to outside his window. "They should both be here. With us."
Scott fell silent again. The pain in his chest deepened from Stiles' words. He was right. "Does it like, hit you every couple of minutes that this has happened? That Lydia's gone?"
"Yes." Stiles replied, feeling fresh tears producing. "Hits me right in the fucking gut."
"What are we gonna do?" Scott asked, bringing his knees to his chest. He felt like a child again. Sitting next to Stiles on his bed, like a pair of kids.
"I don't know, Scott." Stiles mumbled. "I really don't know."
"We were a trio." Scott shrugged. "We stuck together like glue."
"Lydia was the glue." Stiles sniffed, shaking his head.
"It's crazy to think that." Scott exhaled. "A few years ago she was somebody we didn't associate with, she was too good for us. We were the two that were stuck together at the hip and she was just another face. Then somehow, along the line, she was the one that held us up. Got us out of trouble, which was a lot. She was the brains, the laughter. She was the one that kept us human. And now she's-"
"Please don't finish that sentence." Stiles' voice wavered as he shut his eyes tightly.
Scott didn't know what to say to make his best friend feel any better. There were no words to make this better. He'd lost the love of his life, they'd both lost their best friend. Scott looked ahead at the turned off television, his mind falling behind.
"Can you two like separate for a moment while we celebrate this amazing song I've just requested?!" Scott yelled over the music, interrupting Lydia and Stiles.
They both jumped before letting each other go, their faces red with embarrassment.
"Guys, come on. It's me." Scott rolled his eyes. "Remember that I can sense your heartbeats and can smell lust on the pair of you from a thousand miles. I've been waiting for this to happen for a good six months now."
Lydia glared at her friend as Stiles buried his head in his hands. "Go to hell, McCall."
"Lets dance, please!" Scott begged his friends. "Kira's gone to speak to her dad, I need my wing men!"
Lydia's scowl grew heavier.
"Man and woman. I need my wind man and woman. You guys know this song, right?"
Stiles sighed before nodding. "How could we not know this song. You've been obsessed with Blink 182 since I can remember."
"So you'll know the words and sing along with me, right?" Scott grinned, beginning to dance like an idiot.
Stiles looked down at Lydia with a raised eyebrow.
"It's not actually a bad song." Lydia shrugged at the brown-eyed boy before dancing over to Scott.
"Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home!" Stiles watched his two best friends sing along to the song he'd heard constantly throughout his friendship with Scott. In his bedroom, in his car, when sharing headphones, it was Scott's theme song. Stiles grinned before shimmering over to the pair.
"Late night, come home, work sucks, I know!" Stiles sang as he pop and locked.
"She left me roses by the stairs," Lydia jumped around in a circle, feeling her up do hairstyle begin to loosen but she didn't care. Since when could the pack get away with doing stuff like this?
"Surprises, let me know she cares!" Scott sang, grabbing hold of Lydia's hand before twirling her.
The three of them danced like complete idiots, and Lydia got to witness Stiles do the moonwalk for the first time. She was impressed.
"Step back and watch the master." Lydia moved Stiles out of the way before she broke out into robot dancing.
Stiles and Scott cheered with shock, clapping their hands as they watched Lydia perform the move perfectly.
"Lydia Martin is doing the robot!" Stiles laughed, his head falling back. "Do the worm, do the worm!"
"In this dress?" Lydia folded her arms with an eyebrow raised. "Over my dead body!"
Before Stiles could say another word, Scott was on the floor. Break dancing.
"Oh my god!" Stiles and Lydia screeched, laughing uncontrollably. "Somebody needs to be videoing this!"
"Got it covered!" Kira yelled from the crowd forming around the three. She videoed her boyfriend spinning on the floor.
"You know, two years ago, before he got bit, this kid had no coordination at all." Stiles called out to Lydia. "Now look at him."
"I didn't know he could even balance on his head." Lydia laughed, applauding her friend as he danced.
Scott finished with a pose on the floor, winking at Kira's camera.
"Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights on, carry me home!" Scott leaped up from the floor and grabbed hold of Kira's hand, spinning her around and around.
Stiles and Lydia danced and jumped like maniacs, and it was the first time Stiles and Scott had even seen Lydia headbang to a song.
Her hair had fallen from its place and was now a big cluster of curls falling down her back, her forehead was gleaming with sweat and her lipstick had rubbed off on his mouth but god, Stiles had never seen a more beautiful picture in front of him.
He grabbed hold of the strawberry-blonde, tilted her back and placed his lips on hers, his hands entangled in her long thick curls.
Scott held onto Kira as they both sang along and danced, watching Lydia and Stiles giggle and laugh and dance and exchange looks that could only be described, in Scott's point of view, as love. In this moment, he couldn't have been happier.
Scott cleared his throat, preventing himself from producing any more tears. He'd done his share of crying and he didn't want to start again. He turned to look at his best friend next to him. Stiles was far more broken, far more distraught and far more sad than Scott. He'd watched his best friend for years pine over a certain red-head, and over the years became best friends with her, fought monsters with her, fell in love with her. And it had all been snatched away from him. Stiles didn't deserve this.
Scott wanted to take his pain away, put he couldn't take away this kind of pain. He wanted to stop Stiles from hurting, he wanted to bring Lydia back. God, did he wish that. To have Lydia pacing in front of them both, telling them to get off their asses and stop moping around, actually do something productive with their day. She was a bright light, shined on anyone she'd meet. And that's why everyone loved her, she made a mark on anyone who would come across her. You would never forget a girl like Lydia Martin. Scott looked back up at the pictures on the wall, Lydia's bright smile anywhere he looked. She would never be erased. She made too much of an impact on their lives for it to go back to normal.