Weight of the World

25

Season Three

Lydia noticed Molly and smiled. "Get in. When did you get back?"

"A little while ago," she replied. "Went on a few hunts with my brothers. Nice way to clear my head."

"Are you going to talk to him?"

Molly pursed her lips. "I don't know. I just... I don't know if I'm ready to see him."

"What exactly happened between the two of you?"

"Stiles all but admitted his feelings for me and I freaked out."

"Just explain that to him."

"Yeah. Because that'll go well."

Lydia sighed and turned to Allison before she said, "It is not a double date. It is a group thing."

Allison frowned. "Do they know it's a group thing? 'Cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back out there."

Lydia let out an annoyed sigh. "You were in France and didn't do any dating for four months?" She turned to Molly. "And you. I barely hear from you, and suddenly you appear near my car?"

Molly shrugged. "Sorry, I was busy hunting. Kinda takes priority. You know, trying to survive and all. I've added a new scar or two, so that's fun."

Allison asked, "Did you? I mean, after..."

"Do not say his name," Lydia retorted.

"Everything was dealt with?" Molly inquired. "He's okay?"

Lydia sighed again. "Well, the doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive, but everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101, like how not to randomly kill people during the full moon."

"So then you've talked to him?" Allison wondered.

"Uh, not since he left for London."

"You mean since his dad moved him to London."

Lydia pursed her lips. "Whatever, he left. And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like, that's not gonna be a disaster."

Molly laughed softly. "It sounds like a bad disaster movie. Like The Towering Inferno. That movie is so bad it's good." Lydia glared at her. "Sorry."

Allison glanced at Lydia. "So you're totally over him?"

Lydia let out a scoff. "Would I be going on a double date if I wasn't? Yes, it is a double date. It's not an orgy. You'll live. Molly gets a pass for once."

Molly sighed. "Well good. Still not going to talk to him." She rested her head on the window. A blue Jeep caught her attention. "Oh my god," she muttered. "Lydia, drive faster."

Allison glanced at what she looking at and turned to their friend. "Lydia, go! Just go!"

"But the light," Lydia protested.

The light was red, and they were stuck at it, as were the boys. Molly shrunk deeper into the seat, not wanting to be confronted by either boy. Especially a certain spastic one she wasn't sure if she was still mad at or not.

Stiles opened the window, calling out to them.

Lydia ran a red. "You two all right?"

"Fantastic," Molly muttered.

Allison said after a moment, "Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them."

Molly glanced back with a frown. "Why'd the Jeep stop?"

Lydia sighed. "It's Scott and Stiles. Do you really wanna try applying logic to those two? Molly, you know that better than any of us."

She sighed. "Yeah, they don't understand logic."