Touch | Lydia Martin

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{TW: Suicide attempts, mentions of suicide and death. You are allowed to skip the two chapters :)}

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"No, thanks. I value life."

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"I've seen worse." Scott shrugs.

"Where the fuck have you seen worse?" Stiles asks exasperatedly.

"My old house." Charlotte hums, looking at the hotel with furrowed eyebrows.

"Everyone! Listen up!" Coach yells, making everyone's attention turn to him.

The meet has been pushed until tomorrow and this is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to a bunch of degenerates like yourselves... not you, Arlo." Coach calls out.

"Thanks Coach." Charlotte sends him a smile and a thumbs up.

"You'll all be parting up, now choose wisely. I'll be having no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach yells at them.

"You're pairing with us." Allison grabs Charlotte's hand, making the Lynx smile.

"But-" Scott and Stiles go to argue, but both Allison and Charlotte send them a look.

"Fine." They grumble, walking towards Coach to get a key for their room.

"Lyds?" Charlotte asks in concern, seeing the redhead stare at the motel in fear.

"I don't like this place." Lydia mutters.

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison chuckles.

"Probably the reason why I can already smell the mould from here." Charlotte nods, humming a little before she scrunches her nose in disgust.

"It's just for a night." Allison tells her best friends.

"A lot can happen in one night." Lydia points out.

"Then let's just hope no one dies." Charlotte nods, smiling at Lydia comfortingly.

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Lydia watches with furrowed eyebrows as Charlotte tries to do handstands on the bed, the redhead trying to get an idea as to why she likes her again.

"If I put may hands either side of me and just balance with my head, it'll be an upside down Titanic moment. Lyds! Come and be my Jack Dawson!" Charlotte smiles excitedly, making Lydia smiles at her in amusement.

That's why.

"Shouldn't I be Rose since I have the hair for it?" Lydia asks, making Charlotte furrow her eyebrows in thought.

"Well, you both are Ginger-" Charlotte starts.

"Excuse me?" Lydia asks, her eyebrows raising.

Charlotte looks at Lydia with wide eyes, realising that she's just called Lydia Ginger and not Strawberry Blonde.

The Lynx stands up properly, her brain screaming at her to call Lydia a Ginger again... but the girl would like to live.

"Call me a Ginger again. I dare you." Lydia squints her eyes at Charlotte, who just purses her lips a little.

"No, thanks. I value life." Charlotte tells her, making Lydia hum.

"Good." Lydia hums, making Charlotte smile at her.