Summertime Sadness

Nightmares.

"if it was just

You and me against the world

I'd be fine with it."

Lydia's POV:

While walking back into the living room, headed straight towards the front door. I jump at the cold touch of the metal handle.

"I think I'm going to go home, guys." I chime looking at my friends having a fun time. "I'm just really tired and I need some sleep."

"Yeah I think I'm going to go too." Stiles stands up and walks over to where I'm standing. "I could, um, give you a ride."

I figure we've both sobered up and I drank more than him anyways so I decide to accept his offer.

"Thank you for such an amazing time." I say to Scott and Kira while hugging them good bye. Stiles does the same and we head out.

He opens the passenger side door for me and I give him a genuine smile and he gives one in return. Jogging over to the drivers side he gets in with the familiar slam of the door that's required for it to shut all the way. It's old and rusty but we still love it. Stiles starts the car and Twenty One Pilots comes on, one of our favorite bands.

"Are you cold?" Stiles asks looking at me with a worried expression, quickly returning his glance to the dark road. He must've noticed how I shivered when we got in. I shrug and he turns off the AC.

"Better." I smile and look ahead. Thinking too much, unintentionally. "Why're you so sweet to me, Stiles?" Looking at him with an interrogatory expression.

"What do you mean?" He looks at the rear view mirror and back swiftly.

"You've always been so nice when I used to treat you like crap. I didn't even know you, existed. Yet you still worshipped the ground I walked on." It's true and I hate to admit that. I'd do anything to take back the way I treated him.

"Well one day in 3rd grade Jackson was being a total dick on the playground." I love the way he talks with his hands while telling stories. "He was yelling at me and he popped the basketball Scott and I were playing with. Then you came, confident and determined in your cute Little Mermaid shirt. And you yelled at him for being rude and you forced him to apologize and get us a new ball. I thought that was absolutely amazing." Stiles gushed at the memory, grinning at the street ahead.

My mouth fell into the shape of an "o" and I nodded my head. I was nice to him and helped him when he was being treated badly. Atleast I wasn't always all bad.

"And ever since then I noticed little things. You always felt the need to help people but held back. Maybe to keep your popular image." He scanned me then, his hands gripping the steering wheel his mouth slowly quirking up. "But then we became friends and slowly you started acting more like you. You stopped acting like you didn't know anything and finally embraced who you are."

"Ever since you told me those things at the dance I realized I had so much more potential. I didn't have to be a ditzy popular girl. I could be who I wanted." I then paused looking at the road for a while. "Because I finally had friends who wouldn't judge me for who I really am."

"I'd never judge you, Lydia Martin." Stiles smiled at me as we rolled up to my driveway. We gazed into eachothers eyes for a few minutes neither of us daring to break the silence.

I shift in my seat and open the door.

"So thank you for that, Stiles." I grin at him. He was one of the biggest reasons I can be who I am.

"For what?" Genuinely curious, he raises his eyebrows. He's so clueless.

"Everything." and with that I close the door and walk into my house. Nobody is home to greet me so I stomp up the stairs.

Opening the door with a loud creak I look out the window. I find a smiling Stiles driving away, and that makes me smile.

As im sliding out of my pants I realize I still have his shirt on and that makes me kind of giddy inside and I don't know why. I decide to put on some fuzzy pajamas and I plomp onto my bed. The clock on my bedside table reads 4:38am.

*beep beep*

The bright light from my cell phone blinds me so I turn down my brightness. I smile at the text that appears across my screen.

Stiles:

Goodnight, I miss you already. get some sleep, okay? Lemme know if you need anything.

I send back okay goodnight and set down my phone. Finally I drift off into a deep slumber.

"Lyds?" I look around and notice a dark figure standing over me. Taking in my surroundings I notice I'm in a dark alley at night. I look down and realize there's blood on my hands.

"Where am I?" Tears streaming down my face the figure merely laughs at me.

"You're with me, lydia. ally, your best friend." She gets closer and has her hair plastered to her face with blood.

"Wh-what happened?" My body starts shaking and my lips are quivering.

"You did this Lydia. you did this to me!" Allison shouts violently, a tone I've never heart come from here sweet innocent voice. "You killed me!"

"N-no. Ally I tried to warn you. I'm so sorry." I wipe my tears but accidentally smear blood on my face.

"You did this and you will pay!" Her face pure anger and betrayal.

"Lyds what's wrong?" Another figure appears and as it gets closer it's a more innocent looking Allison. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

That's when I can't take it anymore and I scream, awakening me from my terrible dream.

My hands fumble for my phone and I text the first person who comes to mind.

To: Stiles.

I need help. bad dream.

From: Stiles

Want me to come get you? You can stay here if you want.

To: Stiles

If that's not a problem it'd be great.

From: Stiles

You're never a problem, lyds. Be over in 10.

I get up and take out my hair brushing out the tangles. Wiping the sweat from my face, I sigh. I barely ever get sleep anymore because of my nightmares. I walk downstairs and grab my keys, locking the door behind me. As I sit and wait on the front porch, I think about the last 24 hours.

I'm just very happy to be able to have my friends back in my life again. These nights used to happen all the time I just didn't have anyone to call but now I have him back. And I could always call Kira of course but I always feel like I'm interrupting her and Scott.

Hearing a familiar rumble coming down the street I stand up and wait for the baby blue jeep to pull up.

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Don't ask what this is bc i don't even know. My writing is cringe worthy, I know.

I tried, that's all that matters right?

xoxo, em.