The Summer {a teen wolf au}

Crystal Beach

Lydia stepped out of the small Toyota, and her heeled shoes clicked on the cement of the beach house's driveway. Lydia had been coming here since she was a child, and the past few summers it had been with Allison. She turned away from the stone house, and clicked open the back door.

Lydia pulled out a blue Vera Bradley bag out of the back that contained everything she would need for any parties, a pink one for the pool, and an actual 'Pink' brand bag full of her gym stuff.

"Lydia." Lydia didn't look up from handling her bags when Allison said her name, she simply replied with a lazy, "Yes, dear?" and her eyes fluttered to Allison's.

"Are you sure you have enough stuff?" the brunette giggled sarcastically. Lydia's mouth fell open. "Ugh!" Lydia pulled her hairbrush out of the bag and chucked it over the car. Allison ducked, and the hairbrush sailed over her shoulder.

"You know I overpack, Alli!" The small girl hesitated before continuing with, "Do you think it's too much?" Allison sighed and smiled. "Of course not. This is our summer. We just graduated from the only high school in the tiniest town in California, our college is payed for, and we're best friends! We're going to have fun! You packed too much? Fuck it. We'll just have to go to more parties!" The girls laughed, looking at each other over the car before agreeing to head into the house.

Lydia pulled the keys from her purse. Her mother had trusted her with these keys, for the entire summer while she was on a cruise in the Bahamas.

"So, where is your mom going this summer?" Allison picked at her chipped nail polish. Lydia rolled her eyes.

"On a giant ship to meet men twenty years younger than her. Where else?" Lydia giggled, and so did Allison. "At least my dad found someone else!"

Allison smiled. "Really? Is she nice?" Lydia was turning the key in the second lock and she pushed the front door open as she said, "Yes, he is." Allison's mouth fell into a small 'o' as Lydia walked into the cozy beach house.

"It's good to be back!" Allison breathed in the air of the house. "I love it here." Lydia clicked on a lamp and the cozy living room was bathed in warm light. Lydia smiled, and dropped her purse on the couch. "I'm going to go get some of our bags. Can you get dinner ready?" Lydia turned to smile at Allison, but Allison groaned.

"Come on, Lydia! We've been driving all day. Can we please go out?" Allison pouted and batted her eyelashes. "Pleeeeeeeeease?" Lydia grinned. "Of course!" sang the strawberry blonde as she walked out the front door.

Lydia had been hauling bags to the upstairs bedrooms for half an hour when Allison called out, "I think I found a good place to eat!"

Lydia leaned against a wall in relief. "Finally," she said quietly, to herself, and then called back, "What's it called?"

Allison responded quickly, "The Little Apple. Ooh, and it's right by an ice cream shop!" Lydia was in the living room, right by Allison now.

"Let's go!" Lydia patted her stomach. "I'm starving." Allison grabbed her keys off the coffee table, and the girls walked out of the beach house arm in arm.

It had been cold when they left Beacon Hills, windy and rainy, but when they got to Crystal Beach, instead of 55 degrees it had switched to 70. Lydia wore a skirt and a red cropped tee, and Allison had shed her jacket and traded her jeans for jean shorts. Getting back into the Toyota, the girls drove into town.

Crystal Beach was a tourist town, but they were some people who lived there. It was mostly old people who had retired to live out their days by the beach, but some couples came there to have children. There was a tiny high school with a graduating class of about 85-120 students each year, and sometimes less. It was only six in the evening, and it was warm and sunny and it was summer, and there were teenagers Lydia and Allison's age sitting at coffee shops, middle schoolers skateboarding down the sidewalk, mothers chatting on benches while their children played around them, and old couples having dinner out in the sun. As Allison drove through the town, Lydia's mind filled with memories of coming here every year since she was four, of memories when her parents were still together, and of the first time she took Allison here when they were 8th graders.

They were young then and it was a long time ago, but being back in the little town made the memories fresh. They had spent the entire summer swimming in between freshman and sophomore year, and before they become freshmen they spent the whole summer tanning.

Allison pulled into a parking spot, and the two girls got out. Allison checked her phone and then said, "It's a block that way," pointing down a soft hill. The girls walked in silence, which was soon interrupted by loud shouts and footsteps behind them, followed by laughter and heavy breathing. Three other teens walked up and slowed their pace next to Allison and Lydia. There were two girls and a boy, the boy much taller than the two girls.

One girl was tall and skinny, and she had dark hair cut into a sharp bob. Her face was stern yet kind, and she smiled at Lydia. She wore jean shorts and combat boots, with a grey and purple striped shirt. The boy was lanky and seemed to keep tripping over himself. His jawline matched Allison's, sharp and very defined. He had tousled blonde curly hair, and he wore a grey tee with jeans.

The next girl seemed to be the physical embodiment of the word fiery. She was a tiny Asian girl with flowing raven colored hair, and her cheeks and mouth looked they were permanently in a smile. She wore a blue tank top, revealing her ivy colored shoulders, and short jean shorts. A red and black flannel that looked like it belonged to the boy next to her was tied around her waist. She was bouncing on her converse-clad feet, and she had sunglasses on her head that kept falling down over her eyes.

"Hi!" the girl was loud too. "I'm Kira." She stuck her hand out at Allison, and Allison replied happily, "I'm Allison! This is Lydia." She gestured to the strawberry blonde haired girl next to her.

"Nice to meet you!" Kira continued. "This is Isaac," she pointed to the boy beside her who had his gaze locked on Allison from over his round sunglasses, his icy blue eyes almost making the hot air around them freeze. "And this is Malia." The brown haired girl gave a big, innocent smile, and said a happy little 'hello' before directing her gaze up at a tree above them. "We live here." Kira finished.

Lydia cut in, "We're from Beacon Hills." Kira looked a little confused, but then her eyes lit up. "Oh! My friend, Danny, just graduated from the high school." Lydia and Allison raised their eyebrows at each other. Danny had been a good friend of theirs and he was off to Harvard to be a doctor. "Do you know him?" Kira questioned.

"Yeah, we do. We graduated with him." Allison smiled at Kira. Isaac spoke next. "Where are you guys headed?" He smirked. Allison replied, a little shy under his gaze, "The Little Apple. You?"

"Same place," Isaac grinned at them. "Let's eat together." Allison and Lydia smiled at each other, proud of having made three friends within one hour of being in town. "Ok!" Lydia turned back to the expectant girl behind her. "Let's do it."

The five of them walked down the hill, headed for The Little Apple.

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Two updates in!

I'm so excited! Kira, Isaac, and Malia are my faves!

Who's ready to see some Stiles/Scott action? *raises hand 57383747 times*

I'll try to update every week or so. Sorry if it's not right on time, I'll be more consistent during the summer.

Bye babes!
-Lucia