Saving Lydia~Stydia

Come On

Lydia's POV

I woke up to the sound of my phone playing Tongue Tied By: Group love, that Allison set for herself so I would always know when she is calling. I reached for my phone and my shoulder was still sore, but thankfully it was showing signs of getting better.

"Hello?" I mumbled into the speaker keeping my eyes closed.

"Hello sleeping beauty. What are you up to this fine Sunday morning?"

"What time is it?"

"Ummm...9:30. But don't even whine because I'm already on my way to your house. I'm gonna take you out today."

"Allison Argent are you asking me out on a date?" I asked sarcastically. It was funny. Our friendship was such a tight bond that we practically were; besides the fact that we are both straight.

"Just get ready. I'll be there in 10." And then the line cut out.

I stretched out on my bed and let out an inhuman groan and crawled out of bed to get ready. I shuffled my way to my closet and picked out a flowy, ivory colored skater dress that went down to my mid thigh. I was in no mood to actually try and cook up a decent outfit this early in the morning. I sat at my vanity and stared at myself in the mirror. My china doll like skin was a palette holding all the striking colors of my face. My green eyes were practically glowing, my hair was like a raging forest fire spilling down my back and messily over my shoulders in knotty curls and waves, and the dark gray bags under my eyes which were earned from endless nights of insomnia. I sighed and got out my make up bag from the drawer and started covering up all of my imperfections.

Just as I had finished wrapping the hair elastic around the bun on top of my head I could hear Allison persistently honking for me to hurry up and get outside. I quickly strapped on my brown woven wedges, grabbed my purse, and teetered down the stairs. Just as my hand met the front door knob I heard Parkers voice echoing from the kitchen.

"Where are you headed off to this early?" He questioned walking towards the front window to see who had been making such a ruckus with the endless beeping.

"Allison and I are going out today." I said with a straight face, absolutely annoyed by his constant badgering.

"Why doesn't she come in and say hello?" He waved out the window smirking down at Allison who's anxiously sitting in the drive way.

"Because she probably doesn't want to be eye raped by you." I turned the knob and headed out the door slamming it behind me before I could hear his protests.

I scurried down the front steps and hopped in the passenger seat of Allison's car and I was instantly hit with the smell of Yankee candle apple air fresheners.

"So what's the plan?" I asked as I turned to my best friend. The sun reflected off of her pearly white smile which nearly blinded me.

"I'm going to take my very best friend out to breakfast, then the mall, and maybe a few pit stops inbetween."

"How kind of you." I replied simply as she slowly backed out of the driveway.

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3rd Person POV

"Oh my god these pancakes are to die for!" Allison groaned as she munched on her last piece. "Lydia, just because I'm paying doesn't mean you can't eat. At least get toast or something."

"No, I'm fine." Lydia peeped out as she mindlessly stirred her coffee with a spoon.

Allison furrowed her eye brows. She cared about Lydia so much and recently she had been worrying her. Every since the disastrous break up with Jackson and Parker coming home from the military, things have been really tough for her. Lydia had always opened up to Allison and told her everything, but recently she felt as if Lydia was keeping a few things from her.

Allison slammed down a twenty on the table and grabbed Lydia's hand. "Come on."

Allison dragged Lydia by the arm out of the diner and back outside to the car. They both sat in their respected seats, closed the doors, and buckled their seat belts. Allison started driving down the main road of Beacon Hills, but instead of making a right, in the direction of the mall, Allison took a left.

"Al you're suppo-"

"I know where I'm going."

Another left. Another right. Soon the girls were parked in front of the old town playground. It was completely deserted because the elementary school recently did their playground over so this one in comparison was a joke. But this was the playground that they played on together as kids. This is where they became best friends.

They both climbed out of the car and looked at the ruins of their childhood as it stood before them. It was wooden, not plastic like newer play grounds. There were three slides all made of a shiny metal that hurt to look at. Lydia remembered when she about 5 or 6 she went down one of those slides on a hot summer day and her thighs were scorched in result. They walked through the rickety gate, the mulch already finding it's way into their shoes, and took in all of its features that they both knew so well. The sand box, the slides, the monkey bars, and their personal favorite, the swings. The splintery play set was towering over the girls as they both made their way to the swings.

"Why did you take me here?" Lydia looked off and saw the high school lacrosse field was not too far away. She saw a couple guys practicing and she could faintly hear whooping and hollering from the rambunctious pair.

"Because we need to talk. And I personally think this is the best place to do it. We can reminisce on old childhood memories while discussing whatever the hell is bothering you so much." Allison plopped on a swing and started slightly swaying back and forth, her black skirt floating in the wind.

"Nothing is wrong. I mean you know the usual. Parker being an asshole, the whole Jackson situation.." Lydia took a seat on the swing right beside Allison.

"No, you seem distraught, depressed, and don't you think that I don't notice those bags under your eyes because not even concealer can keep me from knowing that you aren't even sleeping. I just want to help you, Lydia. Tell me what's really wrong."

Lydia could feel Allison's brown doe eyes scan her face for any sort of emotional reaction. Lydia just continued to look down at the ground and dig her foot in the mulch.

"I don't really know. I just have this constant feeling that no matter how hard I try or what I do I will never amount to anything, I'll never be good enough. Not just for myself, but for others." Lydia sighed.

"You're Lydia, freakin', Martin! A girl who is fortunate enough to look like a super model while having the brain of a freaking genius! The entire female population at Beacon Hills High School is just praying to become like you, and all guys droll over you with just the simplest hair flip as you strut down the hall way. You are gorgeous, mind-blowingly intelligent, and most importantly, my best friend. And you will always be good enough for me. That's a promise." At this point Allison was standing in front of Lydia training her eyes on her friend who still had her eyes cast to the ground.

Lydia slowly lifted up her head to see this wonderful girl in front of her with glossy eyes and a sympathetic smile. Lydia knew she didn't deserve to have such an extraordinary person in her life, but they had known each other for so long. No matter what battle they faced, they would never face it alone. They would stand together and take it head on. And there was nothing in the world that Lydia appreciated more than Allison Argent.

"Thanks Alli." Lydia mumbled smirking back, her eyes also becoming glossed over.

Allison held out her hand for Lydia. "Come on, let's go."

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Authors Note

So you guys get introduced to the wonderful Allison Argent!

I know some of you Stydia shippers are probably wondering "Where's Stiles?" But don't worry he is coming up verrryyy soon ;)

Please comment because I'd love to hear what you guys think about how I'm portraying the characters and if you like where the direction of the story is going. If you have any ideas for the story or if you would like to see something, just comment. I'll definitely take it into consideration.

:)colleen